Chapter 21
It's pretty funny how from seemingly not very accurate memories of the plot of some story, the more you talk about it, the more facts you remember, including fan theories, which, although mostly nonsense, but in the conditions of getting into this very world, you still shouldn't even ignore them. As a result, I spent several hours telling, probably, everything I knew about the world of LonaRPG, and meanwhile night had fallen around us
- This is a bit too much. Is this island really doomed, and you can potentially become something like a weapon of mass destruction? - Indiana tiredly ran his hand over his face. At the same time, from the light of the fire, his wrinkles indicating his not so young age were especially noticeable.
- Yes, and perhaps in the future they planned to add a good ending, after all, quests related to clearing Sybaris, as well as an unfinished quest to kill the Impaler, appeared not so easily, but I did not live to see that moment. – I shrugged.
- And how? Are you still planning to try to save this island? – the Archaeologist asked.
- Not until I become strong enough to be sure that I can kill the orc lord with one spell. – I frowned. – I have no desire to become a cock attachment for a huge ogre or fall into the clutches of flesh demons.
- And you are sure that you will reach such a level? – Indiana raised an eyebrow slightly.
- … – after a short silence, I decided that since I had already told so much, it would not hurt to tell a little more.
- When I met the angel, he said that if I could get used to it here, I would be given the opportunity to travel between worlds to perform tasks for the benefit of the multiverse, and although I don't know in what form it will all be, and what will serve as a criterion for whether I have gotten used to it, I am sure that by traveling to other worlds, I will be able to get the power I need.
- So, it's just faith, huh? - Jones muttered, and then sighed heavily. - Okay, I didn't plan on abandoning you to your fate anyway. So, we'll figure out something to save this island, or run away as far as possible.
- Thank you. - I thanked him with a sincere smile. - To be honest, it would have been much harder for me to survive in this world without you.
"Although without him, it's possible that I would have died there in the cemetery or fallen into the clutches of slave traders." - I mentally noted.
- Well, I would offer you some wine to celebrate the more thorough formation of our group and the excellent catch, but you are 14, so I can only offer you milk. - the man grinned, taking out 2 bottles, and one of them, judging by the white color of the liquid, seemed to really be milk.
- You know, in my past life I was 24. - I said, nevertheless, submissively taking the bottle of milk, not planning to throw a tantrum over nothing.
- That was in my past life, and here at least you won't get alcohol from me until you are 18. - Indiana chuckled, opening his bottle with one deft movement.
- What about an appetizer? - the man looked at me suggestively.
- Yes, yes, everything will be ready now. - I rolled my eyes, taking out a piece of smoked meat, planning to cut it.
- Now that's a different matter! - the Archaeologist said contentedly, putting it to the bottle.
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We went to bed quite late, and fortunately, we didn't need the improvised alarm system we had set up from metal utensils, and the next morning we headed back to Noer to sell the extra meat, buy a couple more potions just in case, and also prepare better for a second visit. Still, it would really be a good idea to have a horse to carry the luggage.
The first thing we did upon arriving in the city was naturally visit a tavern, where we ate at a table in a calm and more or less civilized manner, after which, as planned, we headed to the local bank.
It's funny, actually, that the bank buys literally everything, but the main thing is that you can exchange goods directly for coins at the fairest price.
The bank, despite being built of wood, looked quite impressive, where you could see soldiers standing guard, and the numerous people who entered and exited the building did not give you the slightest idea that they were there for no reason, and the reason for this, as it seems to me, is the very security that was closely examining everyone who walked in the direction of the bank, at the entrance of which hung a sign "Noera Stock Exchange"
Inside, this bank already had a more impressive impression, a floor laid out of stone, counters with bank employees to which red carpets led, as well as strong iron-clad doors that led underground, where, as it seems to me, money and other valuables should be stored, however, I do not plan to rob the bank, so this is not particularly important. Right?
"Will you take everything on yourself?" asked Indiana, looking at me.
- ...Okay. - I nodded and looked around the room and noticed that there were quite a few queues for the men, who were purebred humans judging by their appearance, in contrast to one counter, behind which stood a girl, who, judging by her ears, was half-orcoid, and if you look more closely at her rather pretty face, you can see a barely noticeable slave mark under her hair.
- That's where we'll go. - I nodded, perfectly understanding why the queue to her was free. Racism, born from a well-deserved hatred of orcoids, and on top of that, disdain for communicating with a slave. But such things don't bother me, so I approached her quite calmly.
- Welcome to the Trilateral Stock Exchange, Noer's branch. How can I help you? - asked a dark-skinned brunette in artifact glasses like mine and a bank employee uniform.
- Good afternoon, I want to conduct an exchange with the bank. – I said confidently.
- Okay. – the employee answered calmly, after which the already familiar window opened in front of me. And to be honest, having seen the prices, I was happy. Having sold all the extra meat, we earned an astronomical sum of two gold coins! And even though 1 gold coin was broken down into 10 large copper coins, it was still an amazing profit for just one boar.
- Thank you! – I threw out joyfully before running to Indiana and sharing the result with him.
- If we continue hunting like this, then even if we decide to leave the island, we can quickly collect the required amount! – I said excitedly, completely forgetting about the surroundings.
- Lona, what are you doing? – Indina groaned, noticing several unkind glances that fell on us after my words.