"OI, Buddy!!! STOP EATING!! IT'S EXPENSIVE!!"
Javier shouted, rushing toward the cart.
"Cuquawked!!"
("I know you have a lot of gold in your magic storage.")
Javier froze mid-step.
"...Ugh."
He sighed, palm to his face.
"That's not the point..."
Still muttering, he reached into his magic storage, fingers flicking through invisible space. He pulled out a handful of gold coins.
The merchant—who had just been ready to cry over spilled mana fruit—clapped his hands excitedly.
"Ah! Pleasure doing business, young lord!"
He rubbed his palms, eyes shining like a treasure goblin.
Javier narrowed his eyes.
"How much for the whole cart?"
The merchant straightened.
"Just 5 gold, young lord!"
"...Just?"
"A discount! Out of respect for House Armand!"
Javier sighed again, tossing over the coins.
"Fine. Here."
"Thank you for your gracious generosity!"
The merchant bowed, scooping up the coins like they were holy relics.
