"Grease Monkey Junkyard," Sona said the name of the junkyard out loud.
"So it's more of a car junkyard than anything," I said as I looked at the sign. Then I said, "Well, I am not going to find everything I want, but at least I am going to get a couple of things that I need, so I will take what I can get."
Plus, it didn't matter that I didn't get all that I needed because I planned on reading and doing a lot of research on a bunch of things, like how gems or diamonds are weighed and knowing what good purity is for them. I tried to conjure a diamond and a gem, but I couldn't, so I need to know those things. I need details about anything I want to conjure up. That is kind of the downside, depending on how you look at it, but it's really not to me because I like to read.
"Yo, anyone here?" I asked out loud as Sona and I walked into the junkyard's little front office. I rang the little bell on the desk counter, then looked at Sona. She shrugged at me, and I started to hit the bell repeatedly.
"Calm y'all fucking dick down, you fucking impatient cunt!" I heard a voice come from the room behind the desk counter, then an old man who looked like a healthy crackhead appeared. "What y'all need?" he asked as he eyed Sona and me up and down. His eyes lingered on Sona longer than they should have, and I did not like that, so I took a step closer to Sona and stood in front of her a little bit.
"We just want to look around for things and see if we can get some things, with your permission, of course, bossman," I said to him as I looked around the office better.
"Be fast, and I got cameras everywhere, so don't think about pulling a fast one on me, brats," he told us as he went back to the room, which I assumed was the room where he could watch from every camera.
Sona and I finally went to the junkyard, and it looked like a junkyard. Honestly, I didn't think it would look like a junkyard. Why would a junkyard look like a junkyard? Did I say "junkyard" six times? Yes, I did, because I can. Plus, it rolls off the tongue nicely to me.
"What is the standard karat of gold sold in jewelry?" I asked Sona as I looked around the junkyard and picked up a ball peen hammer that I thought weighed about 1 pound.
"I think it's like 14k, why?" Sona asked me as she used a kind-of-clean metal rod to move things around.
"Just wanted to know for something," I said to her as I took out my phone to look up how much a gold coin would weigh. It said about 33.9 grams, so I focused in my hand to conjure a gold coin that weighed 33.9 grams and was 14k. Then I felt the weight in my hand, so I opened my hand and saw the coin in it.
"Damn, it doesn't weigh that much, really," I said to myself as I did a coin flip with it, and it was really the shape of a coin—like, really perfectly shaped.
I felt Sona lean on me from behind, then she whisper-shouted in my ear, "Gray, how the fuck did you get a gold coin?" She put her hands on my back as if to stop herself from falling.
"I have my ways," I said to her as I put the gold coin in my pocket. The reason I made it was that the idea popped into my head, so I did it. Then I said to Sona, "Can you look for some hammers? I really don't care what kind they are."
She looked at me and opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but then she closed it, turned away from me, and started looking for what I asked her to.
About 20 minutes later, we were in the office with a lot of things—mostly hammers.
"How much for all of this?" I asked the old man as he eyed all the items.
"You got 30 things, so 100 dollars," he said to us. I handed him a crisp 100-dollar bill that I kept in my wallet in case I ever needed it, and this was the moment.
I grabbed most of the things while Sona grabbed what I couldn't fit in my arms, and then we went to the car and put everything in the trunk.
She got in the car, then I started to put all the stuff in my Magical Backpack, which took me a few seconds.
"So, where next, Gray?" she asked me as I got in the car.
"You pick, 'cause I am broke right now, so I can't buy shit," I said to her.
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[AN: Hello goblins, it your favorite Hispanic Daddy here with a new chapter, I didn't really do much this week for there are no updates on my life or anything like that.
But I got a deal for you people:
You give me 200 powers stones and I give you a side project that will be be updated once a week or every two weeks that is Gacha and you get to pick the world.
DXD:
MARVEL:
GRAVITY FALL:
OTHER:
So if you people want me to give you goblins a side project then give me those power stones]