For the pies!
Yes, I am still posing heroically. While this rchant looks honest, he ain't the fastest I'm telling you. But eh as long as he works hard.
But seriously what is coming my way? We are in a town. Can't be that bad right?
The crowd parts ways to let through a group of hunters. The one leading is a young man wearing luxurious-looking furs. So carefully chosen jewelry adorns his hands and neck. And by carefully chosen I an it's all gold! I'm jealous! Eh I an how immoral! Showing off your wealth in such an exaggerated manner! anwhile here I am with a shabby-looking iron hilt necklace. My cloak is kickass though, especially compared to how cheap it was! I'm just missing the mask and I'd look like Big Daddy! Anyone who doesn't who that is needs to reconsider life.
But if anybody asks, I am dressing simple because I am a model of virtue. I am showcasing how humble I am. Yes indeed! Showcasing might be bad. I am humble! There we go!
If I had to describe him I would say, generic young master. And the people around him generic goon..or not? They actually do not feel the fodder type. You know that type that ends up trying to beat up everyone that looks at or sideways from their master. The useless kind.
No! These guys look like hardened hunters! How do I know that? Is it because of how in sync their steps are? Or because of how they are carefully inspecting the surroundings even while in a town? Or how people get out of their way naturally? Or by the fact that they have well-maintained matching equipnt?
Actually, all of the above. Yes. Then again, I'm no expert. They could also be a group of troubadours coming into town for the first ti. Wearing hunter costus. A dance troupe thus explaining their sync. Newcors thus explaining them looking everywhere. I'm bullshitting a bit now, but seriously I'd say I am 80% confident in my first assumption.
The group splits up and goes toward every rchant stand. Then they start taking money. Oh, are they tax collectors? Guess I was wrong about the hunter part. They are officials. Makes sense, after all this place is right next to a disaster zone. Fashion here might just be like that. Maybe they used to be hunters and now are officials?
I watch the happenings. I have nothing better to do. After all, that guy is still packing my stuff. It's not even that much stuff either. Like a packsack worth almost but still. Eh, whatever I have all the ti in the world. I start to whistle lowly. We have all the ti in the world. Ti enough for life to unfold. All the precious things L. this rchant has in store! Fits right up for this situation.
"Hey you there"
The young master seems to be talking to. ?!
I point to myself.
"Yes, you!"
Ah, such is the curse of being handso *sigh*. Even in rags, I would attract those with discerning eyes. Ti to use my polite and friendly greeting!
[Sup friend.] =)
He cos closer and looks at intently. From top to bottom. He then looks at the products I am buying. Ah, even if you confess to it won't work you know. While he seems handso, powerful, and rich I don't swing that way. Well, I guess that depends on how rich he is. not! I am a humble individual I will not be swayed by mortal riches! Even if you buy so cooking ingredients! Ah, such is life.
"You new in town? A baker?"
There cos the pick-up line.
"You'll have to pay the newcor protection fee."
Oh. I was wrong, I guess. Can these guys stop surprising already? They not hunters they officials. He ain't in love with he wants my money. No way I could have known *sigh *. Ain't the guy rich enough already? Give a break maybe? Then again if these are the rules of this place I look around. No one is getting outraged or suspicious. I guess this thing is official. Alright.
[All the money I have is there and I need to buy ingredients too.] I point at the pouch now next to the mute rchant.
"Hum. I see. How about it, anything remaining after he buys the things?"
The mute rchant nods and does weird hand symbols. Pretty sure he's either very talkative in sign language or using a really complex Jutsu. Either way, it's pretty cool. They seem to co to an understanding sohow. anwhile, I'm there on the sidelines wondering wtf is happening.
In the end, one hands the other a bit of the money.
"Alright, I will take my leave. Have a good day."
Guess the problem is settled.
After all these happening, the rchant is finally still not done. This is weird. He doesn't look fast, but he doesn't look slow either. Just how many items are on that list? Maybe it looks more condensed because it is written. Like how writing a -thousand words- takes one second, but actually writing a thousand words for a chapter might take a few hours. This kind of thing.
So I wait patiently again. This ti people are super calm and relaxed. I guess the earlier people were all tax evaders? Maybe people selling stuff without a proper license? Not sure.
Either way, I'm sure the house where I'll be baking should be fine. After all, they even have their own ingredients pusher. I kinda just ssed up and never found him, but it should be fine.
Alright, he is finally done! He hands a really huge bulging bag and a now really thin money pouch. What matters is that I will be able to keep baking. After all. Gotta do it for the pies!!
But then I feel like I will have to really focus on that endeavor. It will take ti and lots of effort. After all, it is a motherfucking art!
Oh. I know exactly what this calls for. It will be epic. So fucking epic that I'll power-up real-quick thanks to it.
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