The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 1050 - 1050: Khathar City
Karl took out an Overlord Ranked sword, created with runes for sharpness and skill damage amplification, and placed it on the counter between them.
“I would like to have an item evaluated for auction.” He explained.
The Naga nodded rapidly, breaking himself from his shocked stupor.
“Of course, sir. That is… certainly to be acceptable to the Auction House. Even with the Dungeons producing more gear lately, there isn’t much Overlord Ranked gear circulating.”
That was only natural. Most people who had the power to do Overlord Ranked or higher dungeons didn’t spend all day grinding out gear for sale. They could afford to live well after only a few visits.
Lower Ranked dungeons often had lineups to enter, but that was seldom the case for more powerful ones.
Those were more likely to have local bounties for their completion and the resources inside.
The Naga called out a supervisor, while Remi contemplated how he was speaking Common. Naga mouths were not made for that, but while he had an accent, he was definitely speaking common.
The Supervisor was an aged Demon with light violet skin, but agile movements Karl didn’t expect from someone as wrinkled as he was.
“Now, what do we have here that my man can’t price? Oh, that is wonderful, a crafted weapon. Tell me, where did… No, you made that one personally. I can see the maker’s mark in the System Information.
This is most excellent work. Are you certain that you want to put it up for auction? There are no reserves, and no withdrawing after bidding has started.” He asked.
Karl nodded. “I can always make another, and I collected more than enough Elven Steel from the Dungeon at Bara for our Guild’s Master Smith.”
The Demon looked curious. “You have a true master smith? A dwarf?”
Karl shook his head. “No, a Demon named Ashbringer.”
The auction house representative nodded, not knowing the name. He had been hoping it was a Dwarven Master, as their work was known as high enough quality that it would demand a higher price simply because a Dwarven Master had created it.
“The auction is tomorrow morning, and runs until later in the afternoon, depending on the number of items presented. As a contributor, here is a pass for you and your plus one in the back rows, so you can watch the sale.”
They shook hands and Karl headed into the city with Remi floating at his side.
{Ooh, they have new forms of cake. You have to stop there. Get at least three of each.} Remi insisted.
“Three of each?”
Remi nodded. {One for me, one for Lotus, one as reference to make more.}
The beastkin girl working the counter gave them a tired smile as they entered.
“Sir, Madam. Welcome to Annette’s bakery. Do you know what you would like, or would you like me to explain our offerings?” She asked, clearly a rehearsed line.
Karl smiled back at her. “Actually, I need one of every flavour of cake that you have, sliced for twelve. Then I need three of each of the squares and puff pastries. I have a large group who would like samples.”
The girl looked panicked. That was half of the goods in the store.
“Sir, that will be quite expensive…” She began, but Karl set a small sack of gold coins on the counter and she gulped.
“I see… Very well, sir.”
Remi silently celebrated as the worker packed up box after box of treats. Lotus had gotten new food related skills when she changed classes, and one of them was to recreate simple baked goods that she was familiar with.
It wasn’t perfect, so she still had to make most things from scratch, but she could just conjure the puff pastries and then make the fillings, which was so much faster when they needed sweets.
Puff pastries were the peak treat in Remi’s mind, as they were bite sized, no matter what form she was in. She could just pop them in her mouth intact, and that was much better than having to cut bits off to eat.
In fact, in this greatly reduced Spirit Snake form, they would completely fill her mouth.
It was just a shame she couldn’t make herself even smaller.
The baker came out as the girl was packing up the last of the food, which Remi quickly moved to her space for safekeeping.
“Dammit.” The woman muttered, looking at all the sparse shelves.
“Sorry, if we had known that we needed so much, we would have sent word ahead of time, but we just entered the city.” Karl apologized.
“That’s alright, Sir. I have extra help coming in tonight anyhow, as the Auction day tends to be one of our busiest.”
Karl and Remi left the shop and headed into the street, looking for a spot to stay the night.
Well, somewhere to safely pretend they were staying for the night, as there was no need to bring everyone out of the Tiny World into separate rooms.
There weren’t many inns in the city, and it looked like most of the merchants were staying in their carriages, parked in the street. Even the beasts pulling them remained in place, and were mostly still hooked to the carriages, with feed bags in front of them.
“We might have miscalculated. Perhaps we should have brought out the carriage and had everyone exit from there.” Karl muttered, then spotted a sign with a picture of an ale mug on what looked like a three-story Inn.
“Never mind, we should be in luck.”
He stepped inside the dingy tavern, and the heads of two dozen beastkin briefly turned toward his feline form, then turned back to their drinks.
Karl nodded to the waitress, who gestured to a table.
“What can I get you, handsome?”
Karl smiled at her and the catgirl purred. “I was hoping you have a room for rent for the night. I have a few friends waiting to be called through a portal, and we need a spot to stay until the auction is over tomorrow.”
The waitress nodded. “Indeed, we do have rooms, for beastkin and Dwarves.”
It was clear that she meant only for beastkin and Dwarves, and not because of size issues.
Karl frowned. “If you count Dragon Priestesses as beastkin, then we’re in luck.”
The waitress smirked. “I will pay you to stay here if you have one who can create rice. The blight beetles got almost the whole crop this year.”
Karl winked at her, then reached into the Tiny World and grabbed Lotus, opening the space just enough to pull her out.
“Hey I was… BUNNY!”
The locals began to laugh as one unfortunate man panicked. But Karl kept a hold on the excited Priestess, who thought that she was being given a present.
“You’re not here for bunny ears. I called you to help this lovely lady with her kitchen inventory issues. Take Remi with you as well, she has treats for you to try.”
The waitress took the odd pair into the back of the tavern, where the smell of stew and fresh baked bread wafted through as the door was opened.
“You’re going to have to plead for mercy when the old woman comes out here.” The fox-kin man beside Karl whispered.
“Probably. High Priestess Lotus is a bit intense, especially in a confined space.”
The beastkin snorted in amusement. “The Matron of the Inn is from a family of Mice.”
Karl wasn’t sure where that stood in relation to the fluffiness of bunnies, but he suspected that the old woman would not be happy with his volunteer “Helpers”.
