Half-elf Notebook

Three kingdom gold coins, the ideal purchase price for this wolf skin.

All the shouting in the previous part was just what these three did for the gamble that the other two didn't have enough cash to buy.

The purpose is nothing more than to try to buy the fur at a lower price below two gold coins to make more profits.

They were not worried that Ina would refuse, as long as it was still a second-level blue-feathered forest wolf skin.

They have absolute confidence in what they say, and no shop in the city charges higher prices than them.

Similarly, three gold coins are also their bottom line.

This one has never tested the bottom line of hand fur.

A second-level blue-feathered forest wolf fur, a defective piece that can only be sold for three gold coins.

The quality ranges from complete, clean, shiny and soft to the top quality ones worth five gold coins and twenty-five silver coins.

Every Gro they add now could turn the deal into a losing proposition for them.

They could just give up.

The last thing businessmen lack is business, but they won’t.

The creed of going all out to close every deal and earn every possible groceries is encouraging these businessmen.

“I wonder if we could take a look at the condition of the merchandise?” suggested the first merchant, who was wearing a black bowler hat.

When inspecting goods, merchants use their rich experience and knowledge to infer the most reasonable price of the goods in their eyes through touch, close observation, and smell.

The black hat businessman did not think that his two colleagues had more funds than him. After the inspection, if the goods were of high quality, he would raise the price.

In a business with a price, the winner is always the one who bids the highest.

If that was all, it wouldn't be him who was bought with three gold coins.

Three gold coins were still a little too little. Ina's bottom line was three gold coins and twenty silver coins.

"Of course." She did not refuse, and she had no reason to refuse.

For a subjugation commission that does not require a monster, the bounty for a third-level monster is about this amount.

The black hat merchant took off his gloves without delay and began to inspect the bundled furs.

Although they are similar, how could the third-level and second-level blue-feathered forest wolf skins be the same?

The moment he handled it, the businessman's face was filled with surprise and disbelief.

It's too heavy. This is not what a regular second-level blue-feathered forest wolf fur should be like.

It was as heavy as a piece of paper that had been ripped off the back of a large brown bear weighing six or seven hundred kilograms.

The merchant was still unwilling to believe it and peeled off half of the fur with great effort.

Fur can sometimes have a lot of fat or even large pieces of meat stuck to it due to the hunter's inexperience when skinning.

Generally speaking, these only make it more difficult for both parties in the fur trade to complete the transaction.

Black hat businessmen don’t believe it, or rather, they don’t think it’s possible.

"A girl who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old hunted down a third-level magical beast alone? This is a suburb of the city on the edge of the Fulant Kingdom."

"Is there a young adventurer here whose strength is considered rare even in the Kingdom's First Army Academy?"

How could there be any pieces of meat on the skin that Ina had cut by pulling and slicing with a hunting knife? The inside of the fur was intact except for a small amount of residual fat.

This is a perfectly normal third-level blue-feathered forest wolf fur.

The trader chose not to continue checking the integrity of the furs.

There is no need for that anymore.

He knew that this was not something he could buy, so the deal was ruined.

Seeing that the black hat businessman didn't say anything, the other two businessmen didn't come over either.

Their knowledge was equally high, and they all looked horrified.

The three of them looked at each other and nodded.

"Sorry, Miss Hunter, we have given up on this deal." The black hat businessman said apologetically.

"Why?" Ina was puzzled.

They hadn't even finished searching the entire pelt.

Is it possible that a third-level monster fur is not worth two gold coins? Impossible, the bloody demon wolf for this reward is one level higher.

Or is it not handled cleanly?

The white-haired girl was completely puzzled.

Several thoughts came to her mind.

But before she could speak, the businessman smiled at her, raised his black cylindrical hat, bowed and said goodbye:

"You may have misunderstood, Miss Hunter. We just can't afford to buy this fine fur. I hope you can find a better buyer."

The same is true for the other two.

Maybe they will never do business with Ina again.

But it doesn't matter, it's never a bad thing to make a good impression on anyone who deserves respect.

Looking at the merchants dispersing, Ina couldn't help feeling depressed.

"There will always be someone who will buy it, right?" This was all she could do to comfort herself for now.

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An hour later, a more than ten-meter-high, majestic and thick stone wall, like a black shield perpendicular to the ground, stood in front of Ina.

At the city gate that was only wide enough for two carriages to pass through, a dozen pedestrians, some riding horses, some sitting in carts, and some pulling horses, were waiting to be let through by the guards.

Ina is back, back to the city she is so familiar with.

Following the team entering the city, she rode her horse to the end of the line, as there was no time to rush.

Any disputes and chaos will only affect the traffic at the city gate, and the guards can't stand that.

Angry guards would simply kick them out of the team if they didn't want to pay a fine or go to jail.

Of course, the guards did not slack off on their duties.

The soldiers who were on duty to collect taxes knew this very well.

This is a rare good job with good benefits.

Anyone who stayed in the city was obliged to pay taxes to the nobles who governed the city and to the kingdom.

For example, goods tax, land tax, kingdom citizen tax, etc...

In a year when the city is rare and prosperous, they who collect taxes at the city gates will naturally not miss the opportunity.

They would take a portion of the "extra money" that everyone who entered the city deserved.

One gro, not much, in the name of the city's tax terms.

As long as they are quick and nimble, these lucky guards can earn an extra 70 or 80 gros a day.

This is almost equal to their more than a day's pay.

As long as it does not affect taxation, senior managers will turn a blind eye and acquiesce.

More than a dozen people quickly passed through the city gate. After all, it was only a matter of giving a few coins and taking a temporary stay letter.

"Show your residency certificate or pay the tax, and we will give you a temporary stay certificate based on the length of stay you need."

The guard spoke indifferently.

Ina immediately took out a roll of slightly wrinkled book paper tied with a thin string from her bag and handed it over.

The scroll was unfolded, revealing printed words and two scarlet seals.

One is a picture of three long swords stuck upside down and a soaring eagle, and the other is a mountain range struck by three thin lightning bolts.

This is undoubtedly the seal of the kingdom and the city.

With them, these are the chapters recognized within the Kingdom of Fulant.

It is a proof of legality, fulfillment of obligations, and recognition by the laws of the kingdom.

Even if it is just a certificate of residency.

The guard rubbed his rough fingers over it and looked through it again.

"It's okay, it's okay." After confirming that everything was correct, the guard returned the resident certificate and waved his hand impatiently, indicating that it was okay to pass.