Spending My Retirement In A Game-Chapter 780: Wine Part 6

Eisen twisted they key within the lock, and watched as the temporary workshop slowly but surely collapsed in on itself, as the walls folded down onto each other. Before he knew it, only the door was left, and a moment later, Eisen was holding only that metal nail in his hand that this workshop started out as. With a smile, he pushed his hand against the wall, opening a small window into his storage space so that he could place this portable building back into its shelf.

Behind him, Millicent had a perplexed expression on her face. The only trace that was left of the workshop now was the small hole that the large nail had been pushed into, but nobody would ever be able to guess that someone had set up a building here for a day.

"Then let's go, we need to get started," the old man said, "If we're not careful, we'll be interrupted in the middle when my companions reach this city."

"Wouldn't they understand that you want to keep selling the rest of the wine?" She asked, trying to quickly catch up to the old man's stride. Eisen simply chuckled, "I could probably convince them, but there are reasons why I can't afford to spend longer than that here. I'm technically on a pretty tight schedule, I just forced a little bit of freetime into it."

"Oh..." Millicent replied as the two of them reached the main street, "Where did you want to sell your wines?"

"Hm... What's the largest pub in this city?"

With a slightly awkward expression, Millicent looked into the large open space that was the ravine splitting this city in half. This place where the regularly-sized people lived was built slightly above where the giants built their houses, either that or inbetween some of the larger buildings. The two sides were connected by huge bridges with enough buildings to be called a town on them.

"It's basically right on the other side... It's going to take us an hour, maybe two to get there," she explained, "If you're in a rush, we should probably just find a pub on this side instead. They're all a lot smaller, but still... it should be fine, right?" 

Eisen raised a brow, as he stood at the edge of the road, looking over the wall that was built to stop people from accidentally walking off the edge into the ravine, "Hm, where exactly is it? Can you see it from here?" he asked, and Millicent stepped up next to him. She squinted her eyes, and soon pointed into the distance, "Right there, it sticks out a bit compared to the others. It's the one with the bright red pillars."

"Oh, so it's really directly on the other side? That's fortunate," the old man pointed out with a smile, slowly stepping into the wall, already increasing his size ever so slightly. Before Millicent was able to notice what exactly was going on, Eisen had already grabbed her using his magic, placing her into what was basically a protective coccoon so that her body could handle what was about to happen.

Eisen partially transformed into into his demonic form, putting strength into his legs and creating large wings on his back. With as much force as he could without destroying the wall he stood on right now, he jumped forward. Once he roughly reached the halfway point of the street's width, he rapidly increased his size, and jumped up in his giant form for just an instant, before quickly shrinking down again. He stopped his movement with his wings before carefully landing on the other side. Luckily he managed to pass through the crowd of giants without anyone really noticing him more than just from their peripheral, because Eisen was convinced that what he just did looked rather silly from an outside perspective.

However, it was worth it, since the two of them reached the other side of the street within just ten seconds, instead of the two hours that Millicent said it might take. The coccoon with Millicent inside of it lagged behind just a little bit so that the force of acceleration didn't affect her as much, but she arrived just as quickly as Eisen did, in the end.

"What just... You were a giant?" Millicent asked with a confused expression, and Eisen just smiled, "Half, but yes. My mother was a Dwarf, so this is my 'base' size." 

"A-Ah... I see..." Millicent replied, her face still pale from that unexpected, speedy trip. But soon, she looked in front of herself, seeing the bright red pillars of this giant tavern. Without a moment's hestitation, Eisen approached the large doors, finding himself inside a moment later. To his surprise, it seemed as though this wasn't just a pub for regularly-sized people, but instead, this was a combined pub for them and giants. There was a pub for the giants built right underneath this one. It was a smaller, cozy place when seen from their perspective, the kind that Eisen would usually enjoy spending his evenings in back in the day. But right above them, with a clear view of the giants' pub, this really quite large tavern was constructed. Everything was pretty high-quality, and not to mention, it was absolutely bustling.

"By the way, I'm not sure if you'll be able to sell your wines here..." Millicent pointed out, quickly following behind Eisen, "This place looks like they wouldn't enjoy other people selling things here without their permission."

"Well, of course they wouldn't. I'll be getting their permission, of course."

Millicent looked at him, a bit unsure, "Really? Do you think that's going to work? You're not even from here, right?"

Eisen looked at her and simply winked, "Don't worry about it, I'll figure it out," he said, approaching the main bar with a broad smile on his face. The barkeep glanced at Eisen for a moment, and quickly smiled, "What can I do for ya?"

"Give me some beer, your recommendation," Eisen replied, and before he knew it, he had a mug of beer in front of him, "There you go, it's our best dark stuff. Anything else?"

"Actually, I'd like to see if I could sell a few things here, a couple of wines. Just for tonight, of course," the old man said matter-of-factly. The barkeep raised his brow, "You a brewer? If you want us to stock some of your wares, then come back tomorrow before we open."

"No, no, I want to basically set up a separate stall in here and sell the wine from there."

"...Do you even know what you're asking right now?"

"Of course I do, and don't think I'm joking either," Eisen said bluntly, flashing his golden eyes to him, "We're just going to do it this way, alright? I will pay you for this beer, and you keep the change. After that, you make sure that nobody bothers us while we're selling the wine. Say that this was something that the owner of this place forgot to tell you about."

The barkeep looked at Eisen's hand as it covered a few coins, "A few coins aren't going to solve this. We have a procedure for these..."

Eisen raised his hand, showing the platinum coins that he had covered up. Him and the barkeep locked eyes for a few moments, as Eisen did everything he could to influence the barkeep with his charisma. 

"...Just don't do anything sketchy," the barkeep said, "If anything happens, I've never spoken to you before."

"Attaboy," the old man replied with a quick wink, before turning back around with the beer in his hand. Eisen approached Millicent, who had waited a few steps away, completely unable to hear the conversation, "They gave us the go-ahead. I can be pretty convincing," Eisen pointed out, already looking around for a good place to set everything up. Millicent followed him, a bit surprised, and wondering how he managed to do something like that.

In the end, bribery is still one of the easier ways of getting things done. And since Eisen wasn't doing this to make money right now, but to spread Gordon's creations, he didn't care about losing a bit of money on this either. Though, it was clear that the barkeep was suspecting that Eisen was up to something sketchy; after all, why would someone pay so much money just to get the opportunity to sell something to others? He was sure that he would feel the eyes of the barkeep on him all night, though there wasn't a need to worry. Eisen suspected that he would be done selling everything pretty soon anyway.