Miss Princess had only brought Shard to the tavern; she had no business to take care of. So, after so idle chatter, Shard began discussing with the barkeeper his desire to acquire a Currency Relic.
Relics were not easy to find. Luviya, through the Academy, the Prophet's Society, and Tobesk's black market, had been buying such Relics all year round, but she still could not et the excessive demands of her "Accurate Divination". That's why Shard had taken the trouble to co to Coldwater Port City; seaport cities had more extensive connections and hence, more opportunities.
"No problem, I'll put up the commission for you. If there's any news, I'll tell you the next ti you co. But if the deal is done, the tavern will take a cut,"
the barkeeper said.
"Of course, that's fine. By the way, do you have a commission sales list for Relics here?"
Shard asked, noting a slim black cat sprawling on the counter. This was the tavern's cat, apparently in the midst of a nap, undisturbed by the chat happening beside it.
"Of course not, do you think this is a vegetable market? You make a request, and we'll check the local Circle Sorcerer's commission sales list. If there's any interest, we will arrange for the buyer and seller to et in the tavern. The tavern only acts as a broker, we don't negotiate the price for you. Wait a mont..."
the barkeeper said, looking down below the counter:
"You're in luck; there really is a Currency Relic for sale. But it's just one piece, and it's only Poet-Level. Are you interested?"
Though it seed like good fortune, in such a large city, it was normal for Shard to find sothing on his first search:
"Poet-Level? No problem. When can I et the seller?"
This "luck" might be limited to just this once. After searching the city, he would have to wait patiently for future opportunities.
"The seller is right here in the tavern. I must remind you, the seller isn't a regular, they ca to us for the first ti a week ago through a friend's introduction. They've been spending their days here waiting for a ship to the New World. So, the tavern does not guarantee the transaction will be free from fraud."
"I understand. How much commission do you want?"
"For small transactions, we take a five percent cut on a hundred."
The brawny man behind the counter twisted his fingers.
"No problem."
Shard nodded, picking up the glass of water from the bar, but then rembered he was wearing a mask:
"I would like to et the seller. Also, regardless of whether this deal goes through, the commission to acquire Currency Relics should stay listed here for a long ti."
"It can only stay up for half a month. Otherwise, if you never return, should the tavern keep rembering your commission?"
The brawny man laughed, tilting his head and whispering to the young barkeeper beside him.
The latter nodded and left the bar, heading straight to the wall on the left. He whispered to a man sitting alone at a small round table, drinking and reading the newspaper. The middle-aged man then looked back in the direction of the bar.
He had straw-yellow short hair and noticeable ectropion. He wasn't wearing a mask, nor was he dressed to conceal anything, the only notable feature was a red glove on his right hand.
He saw Shard and Miss Princess at a glance. Shard nodded to him, and after a mont's thought, the man gestured for Shard to co over to discuss business.
Miss Princess seed curious about the upcoming events but respected Shard's privacy and did not follow.
Shard sat opposite the man, noticing a hand-rolled cigarette, matches, an overturned Roder Card deck, half a mug of beer, a plate of boiled peanuts, and a thin book titled "Storm Eye Adventure Guide" on the wooden round table.
In those city-life novels heavy with romanticism, middle-aged n often spent the entire day whiling away ti in a tavern. However, the man by the table wasn't middle-aged; although he appeared mature, he was probably just approaching thirty years old.
There was no small talk between the two strangers; Shard got straight to the point:
"I want to buy the Poet-Level Relic you have."
"I only accept barter."
The man's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had suffered an injury, but his Draleon language was surprisingly standard. His eyelids drooped as he looked at Shard, who was wearing a mask, so he couldn't really see much.
"Barter?"
Shard shook his head. The only item he could part with right now, the "Infinite rcury Bottle
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