From the brothel, the next place that I had to visit was an auction hall.
As one of the two pillars of my power in this world, this place offered both opportunities to earn money, but most importantly, it could help spend my money too.
'Reinvesting one's assets is the primary way of growing,' I thought, recalling one of the many smart quotes that I found back on earth.
In other words, money that doesn't move does not work for itself. What was the use of keeping money on your account if it wasn't making you more money?
Surprisingly enough, the distance between the brothel and the auction hall was laughably small.
'Given how this place operates like so sort of bank as well,' I thought, thinking about the account I had with them. Then, I shook my head. 'I guess they had to set themselves up pretty close to each other.
The brothel was the main money sink. The auction house was the money provider.
What other two businesses could cooperate so well together if not those two?
"Hello," a new receptionist appeared to greet the very mont I stepped through the doors of the massive building. "How can I be of service to you today?" a middle-aged man asked in a polite tone while executing a perfectly restrained bow.
"Hello," I replied with a small smile. "I ca here to ask about an array of things, so let start right away," I said, crossing my arms on my chest.
It was a small detail, but I could slightly influence the other party's perception of by standing in the so-called position of power.
It was a small detail, but not sothing that I would ignore.
"It would be a pleasure for our establishnt to be of help to you, sir," the man replied without even a hint of hesitation.
Was it the training of those people? Or maybe the receptionist from the last ti flexed how much she earned just from a few hours and a few requests that I made?
Or maybe I already beca a prominent figure that the local brass hoped to cater to?
"First off, I would like to know if your organization could arrange a eting with a formation master for ," I asked.
This was a fairly simple yet important request of mine, one that I was willing to splurge quite a lot on.
As for now, mastering the job of a formation appeared as the most efficient way for to get stronger. As it could augnt both my passive growth and aid directly in fights, I was willing to go to great lengths to learn more about this topic.
"A eting with a formation master..." the receptionist muttered as he tapped his finger against the wood of his counter. He then moved his eyes on my face. "While possible, it would certainly co at a hefty cost," he added, his voice almost turning apoplectic. "It's not that we don't want to help, but those people really do value their ti," he added, clearly worried that the ntion of money would scare off.
"Don't worry," I attempted to calm the man by sharing a bright smile. "I'm well aware that the demand for the services of those people is high," I said, raising my hands as if to defend myself. "I'm not unreasonable," I added.
I could see how a wave of relief flushed through the receptionist's body.
"Secondly, I wish to buy those materials and tools," I said, pulling out a small list from one of my pockets.
Outside of enabling to study the books of this world, this was the greatest perk of figuring out the translation ability.
Although it took a long ti, I managed to find out how to write all the stuff that I needed, saving the effort of spelling it all out loud.
"Relaxation beads, cauldrons, spiritual water," the man took a glance at the list, his expression calming down even further. "Obtaining those is all within the scope of my ability. It would be a pleasure to be of service to you, sir," the man quickly bowed again.
However, this ti, there was a bit more emotion and genuine respect behind his moves.
"That would be great," I replied, a satisfied smile forming on my lips. "Before I go, though, let's get this straight," I said, moving my head up and removing my hands from the counter. "How much could renting the formation master cost?"
"Sir..." the man started to hesitate all over again. "I'm worried... I think it won't be any less... than five thousand," the receptionist finally revealed the number.
'That's a whole fucking lot,' I thought, shocked by the number.
I could still afford it... But it would eat well into the money that I still had left.
'Right back to poverty, aren't I?' I thought, closing my eyes for a mont.
"Sir...?" the receptionist asked, clearly worried about my response.
It was hellishly expensive... but I had to go to this eting, no matter the cost!
Talking with soone who dabbled in formations for their entire life was what I desperately needed right now.
Not only it would allow to confirm several doubts that I had about formations, but it would also allow to see which approach to the jobs of this world was common.
Was it the practical approach presented by the guide that I bought? Or was it the mystical thinking that dominated every other manual that I found?
The answers to those two things were worth far more than just so asly five thousand gold coins.
Especially if I could improve the designs for my dildo, thanks to such eting!
"It's fine," I said, opening my eyes and looking at the receptionist's face. "I'm willing to pay that much..." I said, only to hesitate a little. "But that's pretty near the limit of what I can afford right now," I added, a hint of regret appearing in my voice.
"Sir, that's how setting private formations costs in this city," the receptionist explained, much more hesitant about the affair than I was.
'What, is he worried about going bankrupt?' I asked while unable to stop a small smirk from appearing on my lips.
"I don't need anyone to set up a formation for ," I clarified the thing that the man clearly had wrong. "I just need to talk with so masters that can help out with the problems I have in my studies," I explained.
"Oh?" the receptionist shook a little. "I think I could use that to drive the price by a lot!" he claid, a hint of excitent appearing on his face.
"I will rely on your abilities, then," I replied, gracing the man with a wide smile.
He would profit greatly from arranging such a deal. There wasn't any question about it. This was how all sorts of services in the auction hall worked.
In a sense, he would beco my proxy in this town for a short while.
But I didn't care.
As long as I could learn a tiny bit more about formations, I should be able to finish the project of my dildos and sleeves!
'And I can't even fathom how fucking much they will sell for,' I thought.
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