Chapter 250 - The Ark Of The District By Day (1/2)

”What do you expect us to do?” asked Bryan.

”To brawl,” replied Mavislin.

”We humans use something called 'speech' first,” said Bryan, shaking his head.

”Enough talk, let's get back to my place,” said Gab, showing the way.

The streets of Albion had changed significantly ever since the fall of Congregation. Ysabeau seemed impressed at the rate of recovery within the human community.

”To think it was a peasant's town just a hundred years ago...” murmured Ysabeau, looking around with intrigue.

”Albion was called what now?” asked Gab, seemingly offended.

”Peasant Town, since all the newbies from the fallen Congregation are housed here. If you were here a hundred years ago, these people would be begging on the streets, not selling anything,” explained Ysabeau.

”But now it's so different!” said Mavislin, going nearer to a stall to see some flowers.

”Yep. You did a great job, Baron Tuazon. You made the lowest thrive,” praised Ysabeau, with prideful eyes.

Gab smiled as well. Small huts were everywhere, selling things from food to clothing. They had baskets full of their items, situated at the doorways of the huts.

The humans were quite noisy, especially the shopowners who were all trying to upsell whatever they had in their store. Mavislin's keen sense of hearing was not a fan of this. Especially when she wanted a small snack from a random stall.

”My! My! What a pretty lass! What would you like for the day?” asked the shopowner, with high-strung spirits.

”I'd like something sweet, is this sweet?” asked Mavislin, holding a candied apple.

”Yes! The finest, freshest!” yelled the shopowner.

Mavislin was close to tears as she started pouting. Gab decided to step in.

”Let's get a score then, I'll pay this time,” said Gab, tossing the shopowner a pouch full of money.

The shop owner was shocked as Mavislin peered at the sack of money. She then pulled on Gab's coat.

”What's that?” asked the Valkyrie with her big, round eyes.

”Money. Pieces of metal to exchange for goods. In this case, your candied apples,” explained Gab as the shopowner rushed to pack the giant order.

”Oh... That's how trade works in the human community...” murmured Mavislin.