《The Song of Swords by InsaneMoonCake》Chapter 13
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Chapter 13: Plan B
Outside the shop, he pondered to himself. “If what the shop
owner said was true, how am I going to be able to buy a pot?”
Well, guess I’ll go ahead with… Plan B!
Jia Yuan had thought about many things on the way to
RockFire City. After all, running by oneself was rather boring. As such, he had
come up with an idea. Jia Yuan wanted a real weapon to use in life or death
battles. After all, running at a bunch of well-equipped opponents with a wooden
sword wasn’t exactly advantageous.
So then came another problem. How was he going to get money
to buy a sword? The only thing Jia Yuan had a surplus of, was pills. Also, he
had only consumed about 30 of the Absorption level soul pills, and about 25 of
the Fire based body pills. With his current training speed, he felt that it was
okay if he sold some of those pills.
However, there was a problem that came with this. With his
current appearance he was clearly either a slave or a child from a poor family. As
such, if he went to one of the upscale pill stores to sell pills, the store may
assumed that he had stolen said pills. In this case, they might jail him for robbery or even kill him!
With this in mind, Jia Yuan had come up with the first part of his
plan.
First, he headed toward a store selling clothing. The store
owner looked at him curiously but didn’t intervene. Even though this “customer”
of his was a child in faded and tattered clothing, he couldn’t risk turning
away a potential customer… after all, he only ran a small store, and no matter what profits he made, he had to pay regular taxes to the city.
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Jia Yuan picked out a dark blue robe and a straw hat and
brought them to the store owner. The robe was long enough to cover his entire body and hide the majority of his features.
“Hello sir, how much for these?”
“Hm… 1 small fire shard for the hat, and 3 small fire shards
for the robe.”
“Okay!”
Jia Yuan handed over the 4 small fire shards, and went into
a side room in the store to change into the robe. As for his usual clothes, he
stored them into his ring.
Now, aside from his face, he could easily pass as a member
of the middle class. As for his face, that was why he had purchased the straw
hat. He would use the straw hat to cover his face.
He left the store, and proceeded to walk toward the inner
parts of the city. This was the first test for his plan. The inner parts of the
city were filled with the wealthy and were not accessible to poor people. As
such, there was a secondary gate lined with guards to prevent intruders.
After a few minutes of walking, Jia Yuan reached the
secondary city gate and walked past the guards without trouble.
Jia Yuan’s heart was filled with glee. So his disguise
really did work!
Now, to find a pill store.
Jia Yuan wandered the streets with a discerning eye, judging
items with a look of a buyer. Of course, the other passerby on the street who could see him couldn’t tell
that he was a slave living a destitute lifestyle.
But for Jia Yuan, it was rather fun for him to gaze into
stores and be invited to the stores by these wealthy merchants who probably saw
more money come into their store each day than Jia Yuan had seen in his entire
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life.
After spending some time fooling around in this manner, Jia
Yuan moved on to his initial goal. Along the way, he had asked some of the
store owners about pill shops and their locations.
From his investigation, he found that there were three
reputable pill shops in the city. The first was backed by the city’s governing
family, while the other two were controlled by the Army and the continent-wide Black Wing
Merchant Guild. He also found that the shop owned by the governor’s family offered
the best prices, but the Black Wing Merchant guild would offer benefits if one
were to continually do business with them.
As for the Army, they would usually offer a medium price as
well as some benefits for purchasing weapons and armor from the Army.
Jia Yuan thought about which pill shop to sell
his pills to. “Being able to sell for more fire shards is a good thing, but it
sounds like the benefits offered by the Black Wing Merchant guild are unmatched.
Furthermore, in the future I will likely be training in other elements. As
such, it would make sense to participate with the only entity of the three that
has stores all over the continent.
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