CH.81 Trying to make a Sale

CH.81 Trying to make a Sale

“By the way, did you have something other than apologizing for Kevin’s actions?” I asked the owner.

“I was hoping I could offer you some jewelry again. You did come here with the young Lady Watchman.” The owner said.

“I see. I’ll just warn you beforehand, I don’t have that much money on hand, so anything overly expensive is off the table.” I told him. “But if you are interested in a trade, I have something you might want.” I added. I still have a spare magic fanny pack and I was thinking of selling or trading it to him as a thanks for analyzing that pendant.

“I see. If it is from you then it must be something interesting. Shall we head to my room?” He offered.

“Alice,” I turned to my date. “What do you think? I can come back here later if you are not feeling up to it.”

“No. We can do it now.” Alice told me.

“Then please follow me.” The owner said as he took us to his office.

I was back in his office. I honestly was not expecting to be back this soon. I mean, I was here just yesterday. And I didn’t even buy anything last time. Why is he wasting his time like this?

I sat down on the sofa with Alice and the owner took his seat behind the desk.

“Now then, you mentioned a trade. What would you like to trade in?” He asked.

“This.” I said as I removed the empty magic fanny pack and placed it on the table. “A magic bag.”

“Impressive. This is the first time I’ve seen a magic bag this small.” He said as he took the fanny pack into his hands.

“Really? That’s surprising.” So small magic bags are rare, I guess.

“They do exist if that’s what you are wondering.” He immediately told me. “But the dungeon they were made in has died, so we can no longer get new ones. And like everything else, magic bags break over time.” He informed me.

Dungeon’s can die? I guess breaking the core would be something akin to killing it. But who would do such a thing? I guess the best guess is something like a neighboring country that doesn’t like what the dungeon can produce.

... But couldn’t another dungeon founder analyze one and just make them with a different dungeon? How does that work? Is there a reason it cannot be done?

(It might be that the dungeon’s don’t have a sufficient core to make something like that.) Laura told me.

(Well now I’m thankful the core in mine is complete overkill.) I joked back to her.

(It has its advantages, yes.) Laura responded.

“So... How much do you think it is worth?” I asked.

“Hmm.” He let out as he was checking out the bag. He checked the outside and the inside. “It’s not as large as the ones made by the other dungeon I told you about, but it’s still nice. Based on its storage capacity and outside dimensions, I would say it’s around 130 gold in value.” He said.

130? Lawrence appraised it at 120 gold if I remember correctly and I sold it to him for 100. Perhaps he just has different information from Bakula.

“With that being the case, would you be willing to sell it to me for 110 gold?” He asked.

110? So he wants to make a profit of about 20 gold. That’s not that bad.

“What?” Alice asked next to me. “You just said it’s worth 130 gold. Why are you offering 110 gold for it?”

“Alice,” I said as I took her hand. “It’s business. He can’t pay the same price for buying something as he sells it for. He needs to make some money as well.”

“It is exactly as you said, Sir Brian. Most don’t realize that. Are you perhaps trained as a merchant?” The owner complimented me.

“Then please do educate me. What magic can Miss Watchman use? I’ll have something for her if I know.” He told me.

I looked at Alice and allowed her to answer.

“I use dark magic.” She said.

“I see, so dark mag... Dark magic? Really?” He seemed surprised.

“Yes.” I answered. “She uses dark magic. So, do you have anything for dark magic?” I asked.

“I... please excuse me for a second.” He said as he left the room.

—

“Do you think he has something?” Alice asked.

“I’m not sure.” I told her. “As far as I know, dark magic is the rarest attribute of magic, so he might not.”

“Will you still sell that magic bag to him, if he doesn’t have anything to trade?” She asked.

“Probably. I have no real use for multiple ones and I can just make new ones with the dungeon.” I told her.

“Could you make me one?” She asked.

“Sure. I’ll make you one when I name your mother as the dungeon master.” I promised.

“Thank you, Brian.”

—

“Here we go.” The owner said as he returned to the room. He was holding two bracelets that seemed to be made of gold. “These are magic bracelets, but as you can see they have no magic stones in them yet. How about I sell you these and the appropriate monster cores that can be converted into dark magic stones?”

I took a peak at Alice and she seemed interested for the first time. I have no idea how the converting process actually happens, but I do have two experts that I can summon.

“So, I take it that you are interested?” He confirmed.

“Yes!” Alice let out. “Brian, please.” She turned to me with stars in her eyes. Well that escalated quickly. From no interest to all the interest.

“You heard her. How much?” I asked.

“Thirty five gold per bracelet and for the monster cores will depend on the rank. I recommend c-rank cores. I can sell you the c-rank cores for 3 gold each.” He told me.

“So that will be 76 gold if my math is correct. Will you be paying the other 34 gold coins with cash then?” I confirmed.

“Yes. I’ll have it prepared.” He said as he called out to an employee to get the coins for him.

I made the trade (or sale) and I left with Alice. I was still holding onto the bracelets and the cores, so I could make the dark magic stones for them later. I don’t want to gift a DIY project.

“So, shall we head to the Boar’s lounge for lunch?” I offered.

“Yes.” Alice answered.

The shopping had taken more time than I predicted. Especially the stop at Bakula’s store. The clouds are closing in. I hope we won’t have to walk back to the manor in the rain. Just kidding. I’ll just summon Overdrive and we’ll drive there.

Now let’s go check if this inn really has the best food in town.