"I am doing you a favour in the hope of you becoming a daily customer of mine; otherwise, it will cost you around 22 middle-grade stones. You can ask around in the entire market; my shop has the best quality goods."
Aur rubbed his ears, hearing the old man's praises towards him.
"Show me the goods already."
"Very well," the old man said with a disappointed expression on his face as he pushed a lever.
Rumble!
The instant he pushed it, a door opened behind him, and the smell of herbs wafted into his nose.
Aur took a deep, relaxed breath, savoring the calming scent of the herbs.
"Hey kid, don't smell the herbs too much," the old man said with a frown, looking back at Aur.
"Cough cough." Aur just coughed as he followed the old man.
"This kid has thick skin," the man internally cursed. He didn't like people with thick skins because they were the shameless ones and were the most challenging to profit from since they had no shame.
