Savage Ascension: Starting with God-Tier Plunder Ability-Chapter 90: The Arithmetic Trick

It meant he sold for 300 coins if someone who looked stupid came. Rowan nodded.

"If you sell for 200 coins, shouldn't I receive at least half of that?"

"We have to sharpen them again, and it costs money to make them like new."

Rowan didn't accept those words.

"Even splitting exactly half and half is me making a big concession, but if you say such things..."

"You took 100 more coins from the longswords. Concede this time."

Rowan nodded.

"Then 90 coins."

"Make it 70 coins. That's also taking a lot."

"No, once you change the handle leather, cutting and tying scrap leather is all there is? That's 30 coins?"

"You sharpen the blade with a whetstone, and scratched ones have to be filled again. Daily wages also go to the blacksmith."

It was plausible.

"Understood. I'll do 70 coins."

This time Rowan made a big consideration. In the end, Rowan was disadvantaged in this system. The previous strong appearance was no different from a kind of show. If they really went to the end, the loss was Rowan's.

For daggers he received exactly half at 150 coins. Because there were only 3, Panfanel's greed wasn't tenacious.

At leather armor, a war of words broke out again.

"It's quality goods. Quality."

"What quality, what are you saying? Really. Don't you see this?"

"What big scratch is this? It's slightly scraped."

"We have to apply dye and sandpaper again."

Bearded Doren yawned while watching Rowan and Panfanel talk.

'Just sell it, why are they like that.'

Doren didn't understand Rowan. Even just selling was tremendous money. And their situation was that they had to keep selling spoils to War Merchant Panfanel. If they did that and Panfanel really came on strong, they'd be the ones suffering great humiliation.

'What is he trusting to be like that.'

'Ah.'

Then Doren fidgeted his butt. The butt with a settled scab was sometimes itchy and he wanted to scratch, but because Rowan said then scars wouldn't heal quickly, he stood awkwardly with strength in his body.

Espin clicked his tongue inside while watching such a simple-minded and stupid Doren. That such a bastard was his comrade gave him no spirit. If he'd seen him in back alleys, he was a bastard he'd strip naked. He turned his gaze again and watched the bargaining.

He was being completely sucked in. Because he'd never once seen someone do that with a merchant.

'The more I see, the more amazing.'

There was also a lot to learn. Just being with Rowan was great experience. Espin knew that best. Having rolled in back alleys, he was someone who'd hit rock bottom several times. Though young in age, he was someone who'd lived eating food while watching others' faces.

He could judge to some degree what was precious and valuable.

"You know market prices well, but selling is also different. When do you know you'll sell? You have to charge storage fees too. Let's do everything one by one, literally!"

"Good. Storage fees? Even the rainy season passed, storage fees are 100 copper coins?"

"When is humidity only full during rainy season? There are many forest hills here, and many high and low hills so fog often rises. When that time comes, oh my! Don't even mention it. From dawn we do all kinds of things. How much is the price for just applying oil to leather? Even using waste oil is unbearable not to bear."

Panfanel didn't try to give up even one thing. Because 8 sets of leather armor were the battlefield next to 10 longswords. In the end, the one who lost was Rowan. How well he made excuses... he stuck out his tongue.

Once his mouth opened, he ran wild like a shaman receiving divine inspiration. He relieved the slap Rowan gave him at longswords at leather armor.

"Good. I'll do 200 copper coins."

"A good choice."

30 sets of clothing remained.

'Got him good.'

About this, Panfanel harbored malice. If Rowan tried to clash again this time, he just wouldn't buy.

'It's not that attractive an item, and it's a bothersome item to sell.'

One pair of good quality boots caught his eye completely, but it was Panfanel finding Rowan irritating.

"I'll give you a clearance at 10 coins per set. How about it?"

It was a terrible price. But the returning words were different from what Panfanel expected.

"Yes. Let's do that."

Rowan smiled with his eyes.

For clothing, he didn't know market prices, and they weren't attractive goods in the first place. Whether they'd sell well or not was no different from God deciding. Because he'd seen quite a few bastards who went around well even wearing rags. In the end, it was something storage fees went into quite a bit, and selling as stolen goods all at once was difficult.

For clothing, whatever Panfanel proposed, Rowan had to accept. Because the risk of Panfanel not buying was very high, and whether Rowan thought or Panfanel thought, clothes weren't goods that sold well.

Though they were also daily necessities, the price was low so it was awkward to go to Torch Fortress to sell. What got in his hands was little.

"Ah... yes..."

War Merchant Panfanel scratched his jaw needlessly at Rowan's unhesitant agreement and answered.

Panfanel who finished calculating on parchment said.

"It's exactly 8 thousand."

Rowan raised both wicks.

"It's 9,400 copper coins."

"Ah! I must have miscalculated. Ha... haha."

'This son of a bitch?'

Rowan felt his blood boiling. Panfanel sweated profusely. Though not complete, the aura of Rowan who'd accepted the dregs of Gulliver Alastor was tremendous.

"S-sorry."

In the end, he had to apologize greatly. Thick copper coins headed to Rowan, but Rowan shook his head.

"Give me silver coins."

"Then the price changes again."

Sparks flew in both people's eyes again. Doren just sat on the cart. This time they started fighting about the market price difference between copper and silver coins.

'I'm going crazy and jumping around. When are we going back.'

The situation was good for Rowan. Because Panfanel had played tricks with arithmetic. In the end, he could receive 9 silver coins. He pocketed 400 in copper coins.

"Please take care of me from now on too."

"It was a good deal."

At the end, both ended warmly. In the end, because they needed each other, and anyway Panfanel left a margin to eat. Bargaining only decided how much money Rowan received, and there was absolutely no loss for Panfanel.

That was precisely merchants of this world.

When at the end Rowan adjusted well to passing on good terms, a strange light shone in Panfanel's eyes. To him turning his body, Panfanel said.

"Mercenary Captain Rowan, how about having dinner together?"

"I'm good with it."