There's Nothing Wrong Starting Life In Another World From Zero
Chapter 269: What You Want to Say
The next two days, in the bustling tavern the Bougenville merchants were enjoying their dinner plus a beer.
For Arthur and Clara they were having a meeting with the receptionist of the merchant guild.
"It's only been two days but the stuff you're selling is running out, I'm sure another day tomorrow it'll all be over."
Arthur asked towards her.
"What potions made by Clara were all purchased by the nobles?"
"There were some from the lower middle class even though they only bought one fruit," getting that answer, Clara's face looked satisfied.
"What's wrong?"
"There are actually other items you want to sell cheap."
"cheap."
Arthur picked up a sizable bag from which he had placed it under his desk which was then given to the receptionist.
"Eh, wait for this..."
"This is my homemade ointment that has the same effect as the previous potion, I want the merchant guild to sell it for only about 5 copper coins."
"You must be kidding."
Clara shrugged her shoulders while Arthur more let the conversation be taken over completely by Clara.
"Actually the potion I offered yesterday was used to extort the wealth of the nobles, while this was used to help the injured people if I made the same potion the nobles would be angry, but in the form of ointment they will not suspect that who sell it the same person."
"You really are traders? Not that it's the same thing that's costing you."
"I don't think so, right, Arthur."
"Happiness cannot be measured by money, for us helping people is also something happy."
"Once, well, I will sell it as you wish, if the nobles buy it I will refuse."
"As expected of the receptionist, tonight let me pay him as an apology for inconveniencing you" said Arthur.
"No, it's my job, I'll take it as a debt. Next time it's my turn to treat you both."
"Agreed."
This is a way to make a long-lasting relationship between business people.
"Please the beer."
"Good."
Clara and Arthur exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.
"It's time we find out his name."
"True," replied Clara, since coming to this city, the receptionist in front of them never mentioned his name even on his clothes was not listed anyone's name.
Arthur holds her shoulder to push her back while Clara begins to fumble around her body and discovers the receiver's identity.
Her name.
"Mion."
"Not her name is so cute."
"I also agree, I'll put the card back on and Arthur's better take him home."
"While you're saying that, I don't know where she lives."
"Would he sleep with me at the inn?" just when Clara said it, the shop owner's mother showed up and told him the location of her house until Arthur himself drove her by carrying her on his back.
It was so late at night that no one was seen along the road they were traveling. For a mature woman she shouldn't make herself drunk.
"Mr receptionist, are you okay?"
"Do I look sick, of course I'm fine.. hoah, you're a good boy? I like a guy like you."
He intoxicated.
"Stop hugging me, when you realize you'll be embarrassed."
"Where possible, I've grown up doing embarrassing things instead of not being strange anymore.uwaahh my head is dizzy."
"Adults are like this."
Arthur climbed up the stairs to open one of the rented rooms and laid Mionmion's body on the bed, feeling his waist creak as it stiffened.
"Then I have to go."
"Don't go, accompany me to sleep. I just stay here alone, sometimes it's scary."
For Arthur he did not expect anything like this at all, especially Arthur already knew that the woman in front of him had begun to realize before he entered this place as if there was something he wanted to convey.
What exactly is that?
Question marks popping up on Arthur's head?
