37 Slave Market 4 - Causing trouble (1/2)
Stigma was currently walking in the market, from what the guard explained the layout for the residence was outside by the gates.
But there was a problem that cause his plans to be delayed.
From time to time, Hilda warned him that there were some people following him from behind a few stalls ago.
To make sure on her assumption, he stopped at a few stalls and waited.
From the distance he can already tell they were aiming at him, so after leaving he ordered Dusk to help him out with some plans by using whatever means in forming accidents.
He had to admit though, Dusk was more nimble than he last saw it, when he first summoned it it was extremely stiff, but after training for a while in his transformation it change completely.
He had one get buried alive in manure from a store selling plants, one got kick behind by a horse from a stable, one appeared as though he had caused a shelf to fall backwards and so on.
When he saw the accidents he wasn't faking his surprise, Dusk's movements were faster than his own, even if he ordered it to cause them he was surprised the damage they had done to all of them.
Since about ten or so people were responsible for the damage, Stigma made it look like he was no part of it and walked away, the series of 'accident' caused quite a scene which split him away from the stalkers.
On his way he asked a middle age shopkeeper on where the registration on the private tents and pointed the way, for the troubles the shopkeeper accepted a silver coin as payment and Stigma then waved goodbye.
When he went to the registration tent he saw some men grouped together, he heard them saying something about the job they got so he brushed pass them and made his way inside.
He can tell they were not cultivators, since they gave no energy when he used his skill.
What greeted him were two people in uniformed clothes sitting behind a wooden table with some books and scrolls piled behind them, one of them saw someone enter when they heard some footsteps on the grass.
”Good Evening! Young man, how may I help you?”
A young woman with short brown hair with a few freckles took the position of the receptionist and greeted Stigma with a smile, she was considered cute if she were to be compared to the girls on his world, by rating she should be a six out of ten.
Beside her was another receptionist who was checking another book and looked at some keys, not paying attention to Stigma.
In front of her was a book with a quill and ink, Stigma guesses it was for recording the check in and check out dates for any of the current residence.
”Excuse me, may I know if there are any available private tents, if there are please give me the pricing in each one.”
”A moment please.”
She open the book on the desk, and started flipping a few pages in the back, then started pulling on few bookmarks with symbols on them.
”Certainly, we have about about six private tents available, their prices range increase on ascending order: two on the copper class ~100 - 200 gold coins~, one in the silver class ~ 300 - 500 gold coins~, and three golden left class ~500 - 2000 gold coins~.”
Huh? Why is there no specific price range.
Seeing his surprised face the girl saw that and laughed inside, while the other employee was rolling his eyes.
Since Stigma saw that action but ignored him, he must have implied, he was glad he wasn't talking to a country bumpkin.
”Are you confused about the price range, since its your first time here I will explain to you.”
'Hehe, look at this poor boy, I ought to teach him a little.'
She then answered with a smile, with half-closed eyes setting her one hand on her face.
”To clarify on the pricing let me explain, each room is ranked by the size of each tent, the copper is about two meters in dimension, the silver is about four meters, the type furniture in each one have is a bed and a oil lamp but the quantity is different, if you want a meal you will have to go get some yourself in the evening, only breakfast will be served in the morning.”
She then pointed to the tents with golden leaf flags.
”As for the golden leaf one, the prices are set since each one of them have a custom made design in case one of the guest has preferences in their style of living, the basic furniture provided are as follows, a bed, a large pit of fire, a bathtub, a table, a chair, and a closet with a safe.”
She then placed each one of the golden leaf ones, describing each one:
One was nearest to the entrance to the market and was vacated not long ago, its main feature is that you can have extra storage room.
One was a two story type, the spacing is about six meters in dimension and used a large caravan as the base and had the tent to act as the roof, necessities are included but its main feature is that they can have the entire view on the whole market.
One had a large base in were about ten or so residence can settle in, its main feature is that it had an open bar and a wide space for extra baggage it had some extra beds and a kitchen along with a personal bathroom, but due to having no residence they price had to go down a little.
After describing each one, Stigma made his choice, he would pick the largest one.
Since he can't go out of the forest every now and then, he had to get a base in the market and a place to store most of the supplies he would get for now and leave once he found a means of transportation.
”The largest one will do, what's the price.”
When she heard him say the largest one she smiled in the inside.
”As you wish, the price on that is about 1000 gold coins, by the way, this is the cheapest I can go since it was custom made and the manager would not allow it the price to lower, I hope you understand.”
After saying those last words, she bowed her head to the table hiding her face.
'Must be a boy with a sponsor if he choose it, in that case let me wring up a fortune once your master gets here, hehehe.'
Unknown to her, Stigma was figuring out if he had enough at hand, but he needed the remaining ones for tomorrow.
Left with such a dilemma he suddenly remembered he had something of great value.
Grabbing something in his sac he fished out a large stone made of crystal with red blood vessels like veins, the size was about a full grown melon, when he brought it out it caught the attention to not just the receptionist looking away but including the men outside.
”I'm sorry, I have a budget I need to stick to, would using this be enough as payment.”
In Stigma's hand was 2nd Tier core of a Heavenly Beast, due to Stigma involvement, a Great Predator Tiger went on a rampage for awhile.
During its berserking fit, it had killed about a number of Heavenly Beast in the Second Tier, letting Kirin and Dusk to find them and brought almost all of them to Stigma.
When Denis came, Stigma panicked and stored it all in his space ring and had no time to check until he separated from Dusk.
When he collected cores from the wolves, they had some red lines, but due to the size he couldn't tell accurately, after getting the larger ones he saw them completely and double checked all his cores and confirmed all of them had the same vein like pattern.
Since he was going to the market, he had harvested some of the cores in the 2nd Tier ahead of time as he had no use for them and was in no rush in selling them, but with the men following him it had delayed him in selling them to the proper merchant.
Dazed by the sudden appearance of the core, the receptionist girl was stuttering from her response.
”P-p-please wait a-a moment d-dear sir, I-I w-w-w-ill find som-some-eone tt-to ver-veri-ify it.”
She then dashed out from behind, leaving Stigma with the other receptionist.
The later was so stunned that he was not moving and left his mouth hanging open, and the men outside watching from behind stunned from the development.
A few moments later, she came back dragging a haggard old man, wearing a monocle with a sloppy appearance.
”A-ah moment, please!”
It took him a while to get dressed since he tucked in his robe as well, so he looked a little fat with the excess clothing.
He then cough ignoring the gazes of the others and walked toward the desk and bowed down.
”My name is Carter, I will take responsibility in inspecting the authenticity.”
Curiosity came over Stigma, he was quite curious on what methods he would use so he placed the core on the desk and stepped back.