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As expected, the Adventurers’ Guild Master in the Royal Capital, Mr. Bettles, is not a simple man.
I went to the nearest souvenir store on the map, but I hesitated to enter the store because of its expensive-looking jewelry store air.
Horacio will be waiting outside, so he says that and retreats to the other side of the street with his friends.
Still, it was a recommendation from the guild master, so as soon as I stepped in to see if there was something I can buy, I was greeted by a male goatkin clerk in his 40s who seemed to be blocking my way.
“May I help you?” (Goatkin)
His language was polite, but blatantly condescending.
As a jewelry store, it was probably still early in the day, and there were no other customers to be seen in the store, so I was the center of attention for the four or so clerks.
“Um… I’m looking for a souvenir from the Royal Capital that a woman would like…” (Nyango)
“Hohoho, is that so… How much is your budget?” (Goatkin)
“Budget? Budget? I didn’t think about it. How much do they cost?” (Nyango)
“Would you like to see them?” (Goatkin)
“Yes, let me see…” (Nyango)
“Ah… please wait.” (Goatkin)
As I was about to walk up to the showcase, the clerk again blocked my way.
“Could you please not climb onto the showcase? The glass might break, and you might get hurt.” (Goatkin)
“No, I won’t go on top the showcase. I don’t need a stand.” (Nyango)
“Eh… what…” (Goatkin)
The goatkin clerk looked surprised when I used [Step] to raise my eyes high enough to look into the showcase.
Immediately after that, I was surprised at the price.
“I see…at this price, I can understand why you would want to chase away catkins.” (Nyango)
The items in the case were priced at more than five large silver coins even if they were inexpensive.
Some of the items in the back of the case were priced at several large gold coins.
“If you understand that they are out of your reach, please leave…” (Goatkin)
“Huh… it’s not like I can’t afford it. If I just want to buy, there are products I can buy immediately. But I might not understand the value of things, and also, you don’t have any intention of selling them to me, do you?” (Nyango)
“N-no… that’s not the reason…” (Goatkin)
The goatkin clerk gave me an extremely bothered look as I spoke, a little ticked off by the atmosphere… like the poor are not allowad, catkins especially, don’t even touch the showcase.
“Well, I guess it’s my fault for coming here dressed like this, but Mr. Bettles is also a bad person for knowing that and introducing me.” (Nyango)
“Huh? What now?” (Goatkin)
“Eh, it’s that person’s fault…” (Nyango)
“No, before that…” (Goatkin)
“Ah, because I’m dressed like this…” (Nyango)
“No, who are you talking about?” (Goatkin)
“The Guild Master of the Adventurers’ Guild, Mr. Bettles.” (Nyango)
When I told him Mr. Bettles’ name, the goatkin clerk swallowed hard.
“Excuse me, but what kind of relationship do you have with Master Bettles?” (Goatkin)
“I was just in the guild a few minutes ago, and he was just explaining to me about my new card. This is the first time we have met.” (Nyango)
“Do you have any plans to meet with Master Bettles after this?” (Goatkin)
“No. I was asked to transfer to the capital, but I declined.” (Nyango)
“I see, well, I’m sorry to have kept you.” (Goatkin)
The goatkin clerk bowed his head in a ridiculously polite motion and held out his left hand as if to say, “The way out is this way.”
I guess he has no interest in the unknown catkin, although he spared a glance or two for Mr. Bettles.
I, for one, have no intention of bowing down to a store that has no intention of selling.
The clerk, who looked annoyed, saw me off, and I left the store with my chest out proudly.
“Horacio, let’s go to the next one!” (Nyango)
“Nyango, have you finished shopping already?” (Horacio)
“No, the next store…” (Nyango)
“Please wait!” (Goatkin)
When I called over Horacio and the others and started walking toward the next store, I was stopped by the goatkin clerk whose appearance had changed.
“Excuse me, but are you Sir Nyango Elmer?” (Goatkin)
“Yes, that’s right.” (Nyango)
“I-I’m very sorry. Please, please let me guide you back to the store…” (Goatkin)
“Do you think I would want to go back?” (Nyango)
“No, I mean…” (Goatkin)
The goatkin clerk is sweating profusely even though it’s early spring.
“I’m not going back to the store. But I’m used to this kind of treatment of cat people, so don’t worry about it. Well, maybe I’ll use it as a conversation topic somewhere…” (Nyango)
“Please, please, please excuse me…” (Goatkin)
Speaking of which, Nubiel, the manager of the Lanawan Trading Company who delivered the leather armor to me, told me that without a connection with the nobility, they would not be able to set up store in the Second District.
The Third District is here, but if bad publicity spreads among the nobility, it could be a matter of life and death.
“Then, from now on, regardless of your race or physical appearance, you must treat your customers with the utmost care. Because down the road, my brother or any catkin I know may stop by…” (Nyango)
“Yes, all of our store staff will serve all of you with the utmost sincerity.” (Goatkin)
“Then I’ll keep today’s matters to myself.” (Nyango)
“Thank you. Thank you very much.” (Goatkin)
I feel like I’m bullying a middle-aged man, so let’s head to the next store as soon as possible.
The second shop was also a jewelry store facing the main street, but there was a dogkin lady screaming in front of the store.
Apparently, she was claiming that both the stone and the base of the ring she had bought were fake.
The store seemed to be quite busy, with customers standing in line even though it was still mid-morning, but the screaming woman had some customers tilting their heads in confusion.
“I’m sorry. There seems to have been some kind of mistake. …Please come in, and we’ll take you to another room for further discussion.” (Racoon Dogkin)
The person who handled the situation was a short racoon dogkin man, who began to guide the screaming woman with a bowed head.
He led the dogkin lady, whose eyes were bulging, probably because he might be someone handling complaints.
I was a bit curious, so I decided to listen in on the claims process using a detection bit and a void microphone while waiting in line to enter the store.
They made their way through the crowded store and up a staircase that appeared to be for the staff and headed toward the back of the building.
Upon entering what appeared to be a reception room, the racoon dogkin clerk began asking for the name, address, and family structure of the dogkin lady, saying that he wanted to deliver an apology.
After confirming all the details, the raccoon dogkin clerk left the room, saying, “Please wait a moment,” and was replaced by three large figures who entered the room.
“Wh-who are you people?” (Dogkin)
“We are in charge of handling complaints.” (Voice)
What I heard was a deep, deep voice that was contrary to the words.
One person was facing the dogkin lady across the table, and the other two were standing between them from both sides.
“Hey, you. When it comes to jewelry, you choose it based on your own eyes, right?” (Voice)
“But this is…” (Dogkin)
“What? You bought it on your own. You are now treating it as a fake? You bought it because you thought it was good, right?” (Voice)
“But…” (Dogkin)
“What do you mean ‘but’? Don’t mess with me!” (Voice)
The dogkin lady was frozen speechless, stunned by the man sitting in front of her.
“If… if you spread any false rumors about my store, I don’t know what will happen to you or your family… got it?” (Voice)
The dogkin lady seemed to be nodding her head without saying a word.
Rather than delivering an apology, it seems that the question was to find out where her home was located.
“Hey, you’re going home. Take her home.” (Voice)
“Yes.” (Voice)
A few moments later, the woman came out with a pale face, the short raccoon dogkin shopkeeper, and a somewhat dangerous-looking oxkin man.
She and the oxkin man were walking away from the place in a slow place.
The raccoon dogkin clerk who saw off the dogkin woman was smiling, but his eyes weren’t smiling.
I left the line and joined Horacio and the others who had started to buy and eat at the deep-fried food shop.
“Welcome back, Nyango. Have you finished shopping?” (Horacio)
“No, I can’t trust this place.” (Nyango)
When I told them what I had overheard, they were about to go into the jewelry store.
“Wait, wait, it won’t result in anything even if you suddenly go. It’s okay, just come…” (Nyango)
As I pulled the four of them deeper into the alley, the bearkin Zacharias confronted me.
“Why did you stop us, Sir Elmer?” (Zacharias)
“Because we have no evidence.” (Nyango)
“You heard them, didn’t you?” (Zacharias)
“Yeah, using magic. Also, I can’t really tell with my own eyes whether the items they’re selling are really fake.” (Nyango)
“Then you’re just going to pretend you didn’t see it!?” (Zacharias)
Zacharias seems to have a very strong sense of justice, whether he was born with it or was drilled into it at the training grounds.
“We’ll borrow the power of the Knight Order.” (Nyango)
I was thinking of what I could call an entrapment.
When I explained how to have a female knight complain like the dogkin lady did earlier, and if they actually threatened her, she would reveal her identity and round them up… they all looked at me with wide-eyed admiration.
“So, you have to make sure to remember the name and location of the store and go home and report it to your superiors and discuss it with them, okay?” (Nyango)
“Understood, Sir Elmer.” (Zacharias)
Once he easily understood my thoughts, he gave a quick knight’s salute.
Yeah, you guys are too being honest…
Since I couldn’t remember the name and location of the store on my own, I decided to split up the parties, but since I started telling them where this place was, I decided to give them the map I got from the guild master later.
I thought about going to one more store before lunch, but everyone’s stomachs seemed to be at their limit, so I decided to eat first and then take our time looking around.
T/N: Yeah! Show your stuff Nyango. Raise the status of the catkins. Give them a role model to aspire to.
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