Chapter 15 (1/2)

I decided to equip Merchant to see what skill that got me.

{You have unlocked the Merchant skill: Haggle.}

“Haggle, huh?”

I found the names of the skills being unlocked to be rather uninformative. Haggle could mean a lot of things. I wouldn’t know what until I tried it out. Heading into the next store, it was the enchantment shop. It looked a lot like a jewelry store back home.

“Hello!” The shopkeeper was actually a man this time. “The hero, right? Please, pick out an accessory. 10% off just for you.”

I already knew I got 10% off because I was the hero, but he tried to make it sound like he personally was giving me 10% off. I could only smile wryly as I looked at the objects. I didn’t have any special vision that allowed me to see their status. Instead, there was a little card next to each item that explained what it did. Sadly, I couldn't read them, so I asked. As to whether the shopkeep was honest, that was another question. Either way, the descriptions he offered were a bit vague and he didn't go into any more detail.

Slightly Improves speed.

How much is ‘slightly’? I realized that the reason the owner was vague was that he didn’t really know. I wasn’t even sure if this world had identifiable numbers when associated with status. Is there HP or anything like that? I didn’t want to depend on HP to live. In fact, it’d be nice if I was never hit at all. Remembering those injured men the other day, HP didn’t seem to account for much.

“Do you have something like a storage ring to carry stuff?”

That was my immediate concern. How else was I going to carry the bag of stuff? It was way too heavy for me.

“Storage rings?” The guy whistled through his teeth. “You might find them in the Capital, but they’re way too pricey to be found out here in the countryside. Even if I had one, I wouldn’t sell it.”

“Really?”

“About fifty gold coins for the smallest.”

My eyes widened, and I immediately tossed away any thoughts of owning a storage ring. “Is there anything else I could use?”

I pointed back at my pack I had set at the door. The man glanced over at it and scratched his chin.