I'm on my way to the market with Altria and the others.
When I got to the market, I heard a vibrant voice.
I hear voices calling in guests from there.
"You're lively."
"That's how many people come and go in this vice capital."
'Cause most of the products don't come together.'
If you return the back, it will be difficult to do business without this product.
Items sold on the market were also stacked like mountains with items of the principality's fame and items that are famous in this subcapital but do not appear on other markets or are thought to be from other countries.
If you look closely, there was also raw yarn from Arakune.
It's not as colored as I sell it to boulders, and the quality doesn't seem very good, whether it's the transportation process or the quality is a problem.
But even if you win by quality, it's only a matter of commerce.
If something happens and the bashids can't make yarn, that's the only thing that's gonna hurt.
So I have to think about other eyeball products.
I wish I had the ability to be like a comic book I saw in my previous life at a time like this.
The protagonist was capable of turning garbage into trees. I thought that would be a good idea.
Because you can take all the wood you want.
Well, what can I do without you? We need to find out what we can do now.
Walking with that in mind, there was something crowded forward.
"What is it?
"Come on."
"Do you want to hear it"
Anglebozza went to the crowd and asked the wild horse people what was going on.
"I heard you."
"What's happening?
"They call themselves inventors selling what they make to merchants."
"Selling in. I'm wondering what kind of stuff you're selling in, so why don't you take a peek"
"Ha. On my back, then"
I stood on Altria's back. This makes it higher than the crowd, so I can see exactly what's going on.
Are you talking to both men?
The merchant is a man in his forties or so wrapped around a turban, calling himself an inventor? People who supposedly felt like they were in their thirties or so.
The two of them can see a heated argument, but they can't even hear the story.
So I overheard to hear the story, too.
"So, this is groundbreaking stuff, 'cause I'm gonna sell it to you for twenty silver coins because you've got a lot to take care of."
"Don't be ridiculous! There's no way you can sell something like this. Ugh."
"No, it definitely sells. Whatever, I'm telling you, no doubt."
"Was there something you made that sold? It's crap. Ugh."
"No, because those are not enough funds"
"Anyway, I can't buy crap like that. Well, it's the same wherever you go."
"Wait for me."
"May fly! Don't ever show up in front of Nong again!
The merchants broke up the conversation and went somewhere. The man who called himself an inventor dropped that back off.
The crowd disappeared because the argument was over.
"Altria. Go beside that guy."
"Ha."
I was wondering what things I had made and decided to see them at first sight.
It was easy because people peeled it off. So I look at what's next to a man who calls himself an inventor.
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