"Master, the market is not in the sect, but in the small city right by the border," Mia explained, deciding to speak up all on her own.
Most likely, she noticed the confusion on my face as we went out of the area that I considered to belong to the sect.
Standing in the middle of a massive road, I couldn't help but feel in awe all over again. Right now, I finally got the chance to cast a look at how the sect looked... from the outside of its confines.
It was built on what looked like an inverted mountain. From the inside, one could see all kinds of terraces and platforms that made use of the inner slopes. Yet, from the outside, save for the few gates leading in and out of the sect, it looked like a massive mountain that soone deprived of the very top.
"Master?" Mia asked, casting a confused look at her face. We were supposed to go to the market, so there was no reason for to waste ti just standing in place and gawking at the rigid outside of the sect.
"Sorry, my bad," I replied, unconsciously reaching forth with my hand and patting the girl's head. "Ah," I quickly noticed my slip up, about to retract my hand when...
"Mhmm..." Mia squinted her eyes instead of moving away or pushing my hand away. Her expression softened a little as a small smile grew on her lips.
'Why is it so fun?' I asked myself, rubbing the girl's head. But soon, rationality returned to my soul.
"I'm sorry for that," I said, hurriedly retracting my hand and looking away.
"Ah," Mia exhaled, "not a problem. Master can rub my head anyti master wants..." she added, her face turning beet red.
Because of this accidental interaction, the rest of our way towards the city was completely silent. Yet, as embarrassed as I was with my own actions, I would have to lie to claim that I didn't enjoy it. Not even because it felt nice to rub Mia's head, but mostly because she didn't seem to mind it at all.
"Spirit Stones! Sprit Stones for sale!"
That was the first thing I heard when we entered the town.
Looking at it from the perspective of a transmigrator, it was no different from a ragtag bunch of peddlers and small rchants that would gather wherever there was money to be made. Yet, upon a closer look, there were so nicely dressed people, forcing to accept that this was just how the local market was.
"Ancestral Swords! Great promotion! Only fifteen gold pieces each!"
Another rchant scread right in my ear. Most likely, he took my sect robes for a good sigh.
Sadly for him, I had nowhere near fifteen gold pieces. And even if I had that kind of money, why would I waste it on so items that were clearly fake?
"We should be able to get the materials you need in the general shop," Mia inford.
She didn't flinch even when the rchants around her continued to shout their offers. To be completely fair, she seed to be more relaxed in the market than she was ever in the sect.
"Lead the way, then."
Following the girl, I looked around the marketplace. And there was one thing that I couldn't help but notice.
It was full of food stalls.
From what I saw back at the sect, food was provided to all its mbers free of any charge. Yet, no matter how one looked at it, it was just a plain staple food, not sothing that one could truly enjoy. As such, in order to enjoy a good al, one had to go outside and look for one of the food stalls in the market.
All kinds of foods were available there, from grilled at and skewers to roasted potatoes and other vegetables. As we walked through the busy streets, I could even see so stalls offering sweets!
This kind of atmosphere was sothing that I was pretty used to. After all, given my lack of social life, my earthy experience was mostly limited to working at ho and going out to either eat outside or just do so shopping.
As such, there was a lack of one thing, one staple that I was extrely used to on earth. A single kind of food made the most profits for all the big chains of fast-food restaurants on earth.
Fries.
'I would need to get so oil, salt, and potatoes for fries, but in order to truly be able to sell them, I will need sothing else,' I thought.
Even though I wasn't an entrepreneur, the problem of fries was pretty obvious.
They were insanely simple to make once you learned the recipe. That's why I had to find sothing that others would find troubleso to replicate. Sothing that would set my future business apart from all the copycats that were bound to appear.
And I knew just the right thing.
"Since we have more money than necessary, how about we get ourselves so nice food?" I muttered, trying my hardest to recall the recipe for one of the most popular sauces on earth.
"If Master wants to eat sothing good, I know of a few places serving delicious at!" Mia instantly replied, happy to jump at the opportunity to please .
"Ah, no, that's not what I ant," I replied, shaking my head. "Tell , can we afford a small bag of salt, vinegar, and big bags of tomatoes and potatoes each?" I asked before suddenly realizing that there were a few more things I needed to prepare fries. "Right, we will need a few bottles of oil and a small cauldron," I added.
"The vegetables and salt are easy, but oil?" Mia shook her head. "Master, if we were to buy several bottles of olive, we might actually run out of all the money that we have!"
"It's okay," I smiled in response. Thankfully, according to the common practice of lower-end restaurants, oil could be used almost indefinitely.
And in this world without any health standards for food preparation, I definitely wasn't going to waste my limited amount of cash by changing it!
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