"There are a total of 152 mysterious items, which means you owe me 3,040 merit points. Don't even think about buying on credit; our establishment strictly operates on a cash basis," Henry said with a smile, looking at Monk Taro.
Monk Taro, wincing in pain, transferred 3040 merit points from his own account to Henry's and then picked up the packaged mystical items, eager to leave right away.
"All mystical items are now sold out; all that's left are the golden dog shoes. Who needs them, who needs them?" Renault started shouting again, as soon as Monk Taro and the envoy left.
Monk Taro abruptly stopped, then turned back angrily to face Henry and said, "Aren't you supposed to give this away for free?"
"We operate on a small scale with slim profits, and we don't usually have any giveaways," Henry replied earnestly.
"What do you say, sir? Each pair of dog shoes costs just one merit point."
