YM778.TV Chapter 26: Seems Legit...
"Watch where yer\' goin, brat!" The elder exclaimed rudely and moved on.
Tyr turned toward the old man with an enraged expression: \'Bastard geezer! I\'d kill you if you weren\'t so old!\'
He turned, panting slightly as he made sure his nose wasn\'t cracked.
Instead of asking random people who clearly seemed like they had things to do, he decided to go around and ask all the street vendors and shop owners who weren\'t going anywhere.
At first, all he got was people trying to kick him away from thier store.
"Get the hell outta\' here you homeless street rat!"
"Shoo! My broom will be your greatest nightmare tonight if you don\'t scram! Go!"
"Take a shower!"
"Stop scaring away the customers!"
Soon enough, Tyr realized that he needed to look more professional. Sure, he could have just used Hypnosis to get the answer, but there wasn\'t really a point to it now that he understood that his appearance was so bad. He had worn animal hide and let his hair grow without taking care of it for so long that he forgot he had to do all that.
Instead of just using Hypnosis and making his way to the Hunting Guild, probably just to be kicked out again, he decided to kill two birds with one stone and fix his look up. This way, he would get directions and look presentable.
He found a decent-looking clothing store--one that was a walk-in place and not a random street vendor.
Upon entering, a fat woman immediately addressed him.
"AHHH! A CRIMINAL SLUG! SOMEONE HELP!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Tyr was baffled, "W-what the fuck is wrong with this planet!?"
"HE\'S SUICIDAL TOO!" The woman screamed after hearing those words.
"Wha--no! Wait, I want to buy clothing!"
"HELP--Oh?" The woman suddenly exclaimed, pausing.
Tyr breathed a sigh of relief.
"I won\'t sell anything to a homeless street dweller. Get out of my store." The lady said with a straight face.
"Just hear me out! Look... I have these~~!" Tyr exclaimed, pulling out a large hide bag and grabbing a handful of gray Beast Cores. He spoke enthusiastically and persuasively, like showing a new toy to a dog or a child.
He had hundreds of them after hunting for so long. To get specific, he had 556 gray Beast Cores, 25 green ones, and 1 red one from the Charwolf.
The lady looked at them for a second, and then donned an unimpressed look, "Why would I care for a bunch of Beast Cores! At least go sell them and get enough money to buy some decent clothing, you hoodlum! Get out!"
Before Tyr knew it, he was outside of the store.
"Sell them huh? Hmm... well, I was kicked away when I tried to ask them a question. But if I come to them wanting to sell them some stuff, they might have a different reaction." He hoped, walking across the street to a weapons and armor dealer.
It was a sketchy-looking street cart-shop to the left of a prosperous-looking bar and right next to a dark alleyway, but the guy behind the counter did have some cool-looking stuff hung on the back wall.
He also sold beast materials and things, which Tyr imagined were for Alchemy and whatnot.
As Tyr approached, the man inhaled 2 lungs full of breath to scream at him to go away.
However, Tyr quickly pulled out his Beast Cores before the man could explode.
"Wait! I want to sell stuff! Rare Beast orbs!"
"Ya\' mean Beast Cores!?" The rowdy-looking middle-aged man behind the counter with a grizzly beard and dirty apron shouted back at him.
"Yeah! Yeah... Beast Cores."
"Hand em\' over, brat. Let me see what you got."
As Tyr neared the counter, he noticed that he got some looks from some people every now and again. After glancing at them, they laughed for some reason every time while conversing amongst themselves.
It confused Tyr a bit, but none of that mattered right now. He was on a mission.
"Alright... here\'s my selling checkbook. You can check all the buying and selling prices here to prove that I don\'t scam people." The shop owner exclaimed, taking a piece of paper that was plastered on the back of the store and placing it on the counter for Tyr to see.
Tyr really had no clue about pricing. But, it seemed pretty legit.
\'One D-Grade Beast Core for 10 copper.\'
\'One C-Grade Beast Core for 100 copper.\'
\'One B-Grade Beast Core for 10 silver.\'
\'I wouldn\'t sell my highest one since I only have one of those. But even with what I have now, that would be 5560 copper with just the D-Grade Beast Cores alone.\'
Tyr did some math, and in the end, he sold 500 D-Grade Beast Cores which were the gray ones, and 10 C-Grade Beast Cores--the green ones.
He got 6000 copper in total in a ring silver ring. The ring came free, and apparently, it could store 5 by 5 feet of storage.
Tyr made his way back to the other establishment, where he spent a few minutes trying to convince the fat lady to let him buy the clothing.
"Please! Come on! I have money now!"
"GET OUT!!!"
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After 10 minutes of begging, the lady finally listened. Tyr wasn\'t letting this go. Not only did he feel his pride on the line, but this was the only store that actually had a decent conversation with him like this.
"Fine! How much did you get anyway?" The fat lady sighed with exasperation.
"6000 copper!" Tyr proudly exclaimed, \'Yeah, deny that now you whale!\' He inwardly grinned as he saw the lady\'s shocked expression.
"6000 copper? You mean 60 silver?"
"W-what?"
"What do you mean \'what\'? And is that what you were blabbering about all this time when you said you had a lot of money? Pfft! You can barely afford a mediocre set of clothing here with that pocket change."
Tyr felt his heart drop. He then felt a boiling rage swell up within him.
\'Did I... get scammed?\' He paused, calming down, \'No, maybe this is the right price after all. Even if I was scammed, I was hurrying too much. But I don\'t care... who cares if I hurry, that doesn\'t mean I should get scammed!\'
He had an entire mental war with himself in the span of a few seconds.
But then he decided to ask the fat lady: "Hey... what\'s the selling price of say, 1 D-Rank Beast Core?"
The fat lady replied quickly, not paying much attention though as he was tending to other things in the back: "Eh, anywhere from 10 to 20 silver\'s."
Tyr stopped moving entirely. He was about to explode with anger and fury, but he held himself in to ask one more question, "What... what about a C-Rank?" He sounded like a crack addict or something.
"A C-Rank? That\'s around 50 silver to one gold coin."
A short moment of silence passed... and then hell broke loose: "DAMNNNN YOUU! YOU MOTHERFUCKING SCAMMER!" Tyr screamed at the top of his lungs.