Chapter 7

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The rank of the paper and ink used must match the rank of the spell; in fact, that's why I bought the gold before I started the game, otherwise, it would have taken a long time to get the funds to begin with. Thanks to the unexpected generosity of my casual acquaintance, I could now make thirty-one attempts at drawing, but I needed more ink.

"Would you be so kind as to list the merchandise?"

The NPC silently waved his hand, and I began to select the available materials.

"Black Ink, sixty units. Sheet of Old Paper, twenty-nine units. Embellished Roller Feather, one."

"The goods you have chosen are worth four hundred and sixty-seven silver. Do you agree?"

"Can I pay with gold?"

The NPC salesman nodded: "Sure. I've got a good rate, it'll be five gold pieces, and I'll give you six silver pieces of change back."

The exchange rate in the game was not something static. Moreover, all kinds of coins were counted separately, and carried separately, taking up space in the bag and having their weight, not small, by the way. One hundred to one was just an ideal value, and, having a bag full of coppers, you had to convince the moneychanger that it was ten gold pieces and not seven, for example.

Nine percent commission for a player who does not have a reputation or a pumped-up trading skill - pretty good.

"It's expensive. Can you give me two more sheets?"

The NPC chewed his lips and waved his hand: "Good. I'll lose some profits, but I'll surely help a good man!"

You received an item - Black Ink (60)

You received an item - Sheet of Old Paper (31)

You received an item - Embellished Roller Feather (1)

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Five gold pieces were spent.

Okay. It's a trade NPC, but why not give it a try?

"Would you advise me, sir, if anyone needs a warrior's help? I am not looking for a rich reward. I need training before battles."

The NPC responded immediately: "Young man, you should ask Mencapina, the innkeeper at the Dancing Ponies. I've also heard that the city's sewer cleaning service is having some trouble."

Yeah. The rats get in the way of the ponies' dancing, and the bunnies get flushed down the toilet, and we have to save them?

"Thank you, sir. I hope we will meet not once."

Bow and go outside.

I found the armor store without a clue. After selling the training sword for three coppers, I spent ten pieces of silver each on wristbands, greaves, leather chest armor (chainmail would have been better, but I wanted to look at the auction first), and boots. The helmet didn't appeal to me for some reason. The whole outfit gave me seven points of protection and two for the fact of having a shield. Plus the necklace, plus what I got from the characteristics, plus the aura of the temple. I'm also going to buy a helmet. Only about a quarter of the physical damage reduction I get from an equal opponent. Pretty good.

So, where is it?

The channel of commerce turned on immediately stunned me with a jumble of offers and demands, from which I fished out what I needed.

"Are you a blacksmith? I need a sharpening plus one."

"Five silver." The player didn't hesitate long to open the trade menu. Judging by the upset faces that turned in my direction, the offer was much higher than the demand.

I counted out five pieces of silver and put the sword in the craft box.

The player offers to apply an improvement to your sword - daily sharpening plus one.

Agree.

"Thanks!"

"Would you like some sharpening stones? Two dozen, same effect for an hour, I'll give them to you cheap. Even cheaper than one day's sharpening. And you can use them yourself when you need them."

I shook my head: "Thanks, I'd better ask one of the players."

The player chuckled: "You think you'll get a discount? You shouldn't. I even do it at the cost of reagents, just to pump skill."

"Mee too. So that someone can pump a skill. It pumps faster on someone, doesn't it? Stones don't give a smith a growth?"

The player was quiet and then suddenly blurted out: "Are you a roleplayer or something?"

I smiled: "No. I'm just a paladin, and once I start paladining, why not do good? I do it for the price of the ingredients, just to pump up the skill."

The player laughed. And then: The player put you on his friends' list, now you can see his name

"I'm Loyni, a multi-warrior with animal taming. Come back if you need to pump some good or just fix some stuff!"

I bowed as usual: "Thank you, Loyni. I took a vow not to reveal my name until level one hundred, so please forgive me."

"No way. You're funny. Well, I'll see you around!"

He waved his hand and turned away.

It's interesting here. Most sit with a keyboard, but almost all with microphones, a virtual translator would not be able to convey intonation in words.

Well, all right. The sword is sharpened, the blessing of the temple is received, and the armor is put on.

And bring in the rats and bunnies!

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