Chapter 9: Console_5

"I've already paid for the cremation. How much does the urn cost?" the man asked, "Sorry, I nearly forgot and was just about to leave with Linda."

"5... cough... 1,000 rubles."

Karen initially wanted to say fifty at the cost price.

But after thinking that Old Darcy had helped him collect the ashes. And the one thousand rubles should be used to cover the cost of the urn.

He didn't even think about making a profit on it.

After all, in his previous life, he wasn't short of small change. In this life, he temporarily didn't have to worry about food and drink, and the previous "Karen" had also saved up 6,000 rubles in private cash.

"Alright."

The man took out all the money from his wallet, put away the empty wallet, and handed Karen a thick stack of bills.

The thickness...

The weight...

Uncle Mason stared at it from the side with wide eyes.

Well...