The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 61

"Dixy!" Heidi blurted out loudly when she saw a huge plushie on one of the stalls after she stood on her toes. "It's so big!"

Jacob looked at the Dixy plushie that was bigger than an adult and smiled. "You like it?"

"Yeah!" She nodded vehemently.

"Hey, it's quite uncommon to see such a huge plushie!" At this moment, a family of three walked towards them. The father, who had a beard, pointed at the large Dixy plushie as he asked his son roughly, "Son, would you like that? I can get it for you if you want!"

The little boy was around seven years old. He looked quite smart, obviously taking after his mother. His gaze lingered on a monkey plushie in the corner before he replied weakly, "Yes."

The man nodded and dug out a huge bank note. "How do we do this, boss?"

The owner of the stall was a tanned middle-aged man. Pointing at three cylindrical containers in the middle of the stall, he explained, "Five bucks for a ball. If you are able to get three balls into the container standing three meters away, you can choose a plushie from the bottom rows."

"I want the biggest plushie," Jacob said indifferently as he held Heidi in his arms.

The owner of the stall shot him another glance and further explained the rules to him with a wave of his hand. "If you are able to get three balls into the cylinders consecutively standing five meters away, you can get one of the plushies in the middle rows. If you can do the same standing ten meters away, you are entitled to any of the plushies on the top rows." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The large Dixy plushie was located in the middle of the top row.

"It's only five bucks each – that's cheap! Give me twenty balls!" The father with a beard looked at Jacob before slamming his bank note on the table of the stall. "I'll place the money here first. If it's not enough, please let me know."

Without a doubt, the owner was delighted to have a customer. "Sure thing. twenty balls for one hundred!" He grinned widely.

Jacob merely gave a small smile as he retreated with Heidi.

Standing in front of the stall, the father took a ball and threw it into the cylinder. With a thud, it bounced out of the cylinder unexpectedly.

"Again!"

He slammed his palm on the stall and threw the second ball. With another thud, it bounced around happily on the ground.

"Haha!" Heidi covered her mouth and laughed when she saw the ball.

The father shot a glance at her before he made his third attempt in a slightly resentful manner. Finally, it went in this time.

Nevertheless, there was no reaction from his wife.

He flexed his biceps vindictively as he took the fourth, fifth, and sixth ball.

In no time, he had finished using up the twenty balls he bought. His best result was to get two balls into the cylinder consecutively.

Since there were several other families and children looking at him, he felt embarrassed at his result. "Give me another twenty balls!"

"Sure thing!" The owner passed another bucket of balls to him with a wide smile.

His result was worse this time around – he only managed to get one out of twenty into the cylinder.

"Haha! Mr. Mooney, that man can't get the balls in!" Heidi whispered into Jacob's ear with amusement.

Even though his patience was running out, he decided to stay there for a bit longer after he felt closer to Heidi.

"I don't believe this!" The father huffed angrily, not believing that this was happening. "Another twenty balls!"

This time around, it was slightly better. He managed to land half of them into the cylinder, but not consecutively for three times.

"If you can't get it in, forget it. It's a waste of money." his wife grumbled.

"Stop your nonsense! I earn the money, so I can spend it however I like!" Glaring at his wife, he rolled his sleeves up. "Boss, give me another twenty balls – no, make it forty instead!"

In no time, he spent the two hundred bucks completely.