Chapter 4 Dead people buried everywhere (1/2)
Chapter 4 Dead people buried everywhere
Translator: Tchu, Scar
When Shaar Thunder entered the shop he noticed that there are no other guests inside, only a skinny old man sitting behind the counter. Although Shaar Thunder’s clothes were very tattered, the old man did not discriminate him,instead he stood up and gave him a warm welcome. With a bright smile hanging on his face, the old man squint his eyes. This kind of smiling face was equal as having “profiteer” engraved on it.
“Respectful customer, what items are you interested in? We recently received a new patch of fine tobacco, which was planted by real Zharturk people! Looking at your age, you are probably not interested in tobacco ……ah, someone as tall and strong as you, irradiating such strength and courage, you must be a splendid warrior. Yes, we have high quality equipments made by ‘Mjölnir’. What kind of weapon do you need? Is it a good sword, needs new armour? I can guarantee you that all our equipment are authentic, forged by famous dwarf smiths and absolutely are not forgeries!”
Mjölnir?
Come on, stop the talk.
Shaar Thunder hung out many years in Primal Wildfire Town, how could he not know these profiteers’ shameful promises?
The world knew that the weapons build by the dwarf smiths were the best. The dwarves believed in Thor and thus almost half of the weapon shops on the continent were named “Mjölnir” the hammer of Thor in order to try to make others believe that weapons they sold were all made by dwarves.
Shaar presumed that there were genuine high quality weapons made by dwarves in the Black Alley, however those were highly valued treasures and these profiteers would certainly not show it to a beggar looking boy.
Seeing Shaar Thunder not responding, the old man twisted his beard and put an “I understand as a man” smile on his face: “Perhaps you want to purchase some special drug? We have an exceptional pharmacist that can manufacture any kind of specialised drug at our headquarter. He is especially efficient in making the type of drug that put someone to sleep! Best used for trespassing, killing or robbing someone’s his possessions and equipment ……Respectful customer, tell me what you desire?”
Shaar Thunder carefully observed everything inside the store.
The first thing he noticed was the piece of dried sheepskin hanging near the entrance. This was a contract document with two signature stamps below. One belonged most likely to this shop’s affiliated business group and another belonged to the mercenary group which currently controlled Primal Wildfire Town.
This contract indicated that this shop and the occupier of Primal Wildfire Town signed an agreement. This shop was under the protection of the mercenary group and must abide to the law of Primal Wildfire Town. Once a law was breached, you could go to the Primal Wildfire’s protector and seek arbitration and damage payment.
This store would be considered as “legal”.
This was the first point that had to be clarified, since ……On the Black Alley there were many illegal shops!
There are no decent people in Primal Wildfire Town ……hehe!
“I came in because of the request sign outside.” Shaar Thunder finally opened his mouth and his voice spoke a local dialect.
The enthusiasm of the old profiteer immediately diminished, but still stayed very polite, which made Shaar Thunder pleasantly surprised. At least, he did not judge people solely on appearance and appeared somewhat professional.
“Listens to your voice, you seem to be a native.”The old man smiled: “Are you a magical beast hunter?”
While listening to this question, Shaar Thunder could not help but to touch his hole-ridden fur coat and his charred pitch fork on his waist. Perhaps some magical beast hunters wore only some simple equipment, however absolutely no one in this world would use a charred pitch fork to fight fierce magical beasts……
Shaar Thunder started blushing, but he overcame his shame and nodded: “Yes.”
It seemed that the old man did not deliberately look at Shaar Thunder’s ragged coat and his charred weapon. His eyes stayed fixated on Shaar for half a minute: “Alright then you came here to take on the request? The requirement is written here, do you have any questions?”
The request sign was written very clearly.
” Magical beast cubs wanted, offering grand reward
Request: Ferocious Lion cub, characteristics: white fur.
Demand not limited.
Price confirmation: Each cub five silver coins.
Term of validity: 30 days.”
“No further questions, if possible I would like to sign the contract immediately.” Shaar Thunder put in some effort to pretend he had experience.
The old mAn carefully studied Shaar Thunder’s face and unexpectedly sighed: “Young man, I hope you understand what you are doing. It looks like you know martial arts, nonetheless ……a Ferocious Lion is not an ordinary beast. Taking into account that winter is coming, magical beasts become more aggressive while stockpiling food for the season. What’s more, every beast becomes extremely dangerous when their cub is threatened.”