Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 47
The price of a good horse is around eighty Novigrad crowns, and no more than one hundred crowns at most.

And one thousand orens, at the current exchange rate of 1 to 6.6, is already one hundred and fifty kronor!

"Oh, by the way, since we agreed to give you a 20% discount," Pierre said, pushing up his glasses, the lenses gleaming white in the sunlight. "Then 800 orens will be fine."

"Give me eight hundred orens, and you can take this horse you like. How about that?"

Eight hundred orens is still one hundred and twenty crowns, okay? Damn profiteer!
"Since you know I know about horses, then naturally I also know the price of horses." Ivan frowned. "You just apologized to me, but now you are trying to cheat me again. This really makes me angry." He stared at Pierre, and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

"Sir, that's wrong." Pierre still had that sincere smile on his face. As he spoke, he moved closer to Ivan and pointed at the chestnut horse.

"What I just said was not wrong. This horse is indeed the best in my stable. Look at its limbs, strong and powerful. It can run like the wind. There is no other horse that can compare to it in the entire horse market. And its coat is so shiny and healthy! This little mare is only two years old. She will accompany you for a long time."

"No matter how good the horses are, they are worth at most seven hundred orens. Eight hundred is really too much." Ivan shook his head.

"If it's 700, I'll be at a loss!" Pierre's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but then it became more sincere, almost pleading.

"Its father hailed from Nilfgaard, a renowned warhorse who had beheaded countless enemies in battle with his master, earning him a great reputation. Its mother, likewise, possessed a noble pedigree, a fine breed passed down through generations in Temeria. She possessed both strength and endurance, having won championships in numerous competitions."

He talked incessantly, his saliva almost spraying on Ivan's face. If others saw his face now, they would definitely think that what he said was true and extremely sincere.

"This bay horse carries the legendary bloodlines of two empires and is absolutely worth the price. Look at its temperament and posture, it is simply the king among horses. If King Foltest asked me to present a horse now, I would choose it without hesitation!"

Ivan ignored all the noise and stared at a black mole on Pierre's lip.

He now had only one thought in his mind: to punch Pierre in the face, break the profiteer's glasses, and then turn around and leave without hesitation.

He was not good at bargaining in the first place, and now he felt extremely annoyed seeing this profiteer making so much noise.

Just as Ivan's anger was about to reach its peak, his arms were tensed, and his fist was about to hit the horse dealer in front of him, a hearty laugh came from afar, and it broke into everyone's ears.

"Pierre, you're a profiteer, you're cheating the young people who come to the horse market to buy horses again, aren't you?"

The two looked in response, only to see a man wearing a black hood slowly approaching from outside the market. He walked with a steady gait, his eyes firm, and a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed the traces of time.

He wore blue-black armor, and from his chest hung a metal chain, from which hung a round badge bearing the emblem of Temeria—three silver lilies on a black field.

【Roche↓】

[By the way, the picture below is the Chinese version of Gwent. Since the server has been discontinued, the picture I found is not very clear. Please find the differences on your own↓]

Behind him followed several people also wearing blue robes. Ivan saw an old acquaintance among them, Philip, who had separated from him not long ago. At this moment, he was standing behind a blonde woman, giving him a thumbs-up from a distance.

Pierre swallowed hard, then turned to Ivan and said quickly, "Well, my friend, I'll take a step back. As you said before, for seven hundred orens, you can take the horse away now."

"Pierre, you seem to be pretending not to see me?" The man in blue quickened his pace and walked to the two of them.

Pierre turned his head stiffly, forcing a smile on his face, "Oh, it's Commander Vernon Roche!"

"I'm sorry, my glasses accidentally fell to the ground a few days ago and there was some problem with them. I can't see distant objects clearly. My apologies, dear sir." His tone was a little uncomfortable, as if he was trying hard to hide his inner nervousness.

"Even if your eyes aren't clear, your ears should be fine, right?" Roche nodded to Ivan beside him, his tone full of amusement. "Do you need me to repeat it to you again? Or are you unable to recognize my voice now?"

"This, that," Pierre stammered, unable to speak for a moment.

At this moment, Roche saw the fine horse behind the two men, and his eyes lit up, "What a fine horse!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and wanted to pat the chestnut horse's neck.

However, just as his palm approached, the bay horse's ears suddenly pricked up, its eyes sharp, revealing a look of alertness. Then, it let out a sharp neigh, and surprisingly, it raised its front hooves high on its hind legs, hovering in the air for a moment before kicking fiercely at Roche.

Roche was startled and jumped back in time to avoid the attack, but was still almost kicked in the chest by the horse's hoof.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, reached out to stop the men behind him who wanted to draw their swords, and laughed awkwardly, "This little guy has a pretty bad temper."

Ivan:?
He imitated Roche and stretched out his hand. The chestnut horse obediently put its head under his hand and licked Ivan's palm with its tongue, leaving a slightly wet touch.

Roche:

What's going on?
Ignoring Roche's confused expression, Ivan gently stroked the soft mane on the chestnut horse's neck.

"Young man, oh no, little girl, you've made your mark. Even if Vizima sheds a river of blood today, I will still take you with me!"

"Ahem." Roche coughed a few times to ease his embarrassment. "Pierre, if I'm not mistaken, you want to sell this horse to this young witcher. How much are you willing to pay for it?"

"Seven hundred, right? We agreed on it, this is exactly the market price." Pierre looked at Ivan pleadingly, as if he wanted to ask him to say something for him.

Ivan shrugged and said nothing.

Damn profiteer, you still want me to speak for you? Dream on!
　Since the author is not too familiar with financial prices, the financial system in this book is mainly based on an article on a certain website. If you are interested, you can search for it yourself: Currency and Prices in "The Witcher", author: Inaba Fujika
　　
　
(End of this chapter)