The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1572 Explore The Town

With the training portion done, the Elder was ready to get back to the rest of his duties, and Remi was reminding Karl not to forget to go to the winery and get some of that plum wine.

Karl took a second to check on the others, and found that Cara and Leo were currently in class, watching a combat tutorial, while Tian was napping in the apartment while Dana tried to decide what skills should get the last few points she had.

Rae was the only one out and about right now, as she wanted to study the styles and fashion of the Clan.

There were functional styles that everyone wore when they were training or out on missions, but there were also flashier versions of those styles to be worn around town, and she didn’t quite understand all the fashion rules of this place.

Once she had that mastered, she could start to distribute her own clothing line here, and decorating the Immortals.

Most of the clothes here weren’t even good. Just pretty to look at.

The armour was quite good, but the clothing was mostly disposable. It got destroyed all the time when they were training or fighting, so everyone had to keep a half dozen copies of their favourite outfits.

For Rae, that was tragic.

But it was also an opportunity. She could make slightly better quality disposable training clothing, stuff that wouldn’t actually get damaged so easily, or items with strategically removable sleeves, designed to tear free to release you from a grab.

It would keep constant business coming to her, but without letting everyone keep wearing that cheap woven cloth.

She did wonder if this Clan had any vampires. The vampires should understand the need for properly fashionable outfits. She hadn’t seen any yet, but she was also out in the bright sunlight looking at clothes when the shops weren’t as busy.

Come evening, the streets would fill, and she would watch the people’s fashion, not the shops.

Karl walked into the wine shop, and realized that it was not at all what he had assumed. His mind had been envisioning a wine store like the ones he was used to at home, where there were dozens of bottles sitting on display, waiting for you to pick something.

But here, it was just a counter with a young man meditating it.

Karl knocked softly on the counter, and the man opened his eyes.

“Good day, we’ve got the plum wine, and some of our new sweet melon wine available today”

Karl nodded. “I will take one of each.”

“That’s five hundred coins for the plum, and one hundred for the sweet melon.”

Karl exchanged a clan credit through the System interface for a thousand coins, and placed them on the counter. The monk stepped into the back room and returned with two clay gourds, about a litre each.

“The white ribbon is the sweet melon. Let us know if you like it. It’s not as strong of a flavour as the plum, and made by our apprentices, so it’s not as potent, but I am told that the flavour is quite pleasing.”

“Indeed I will. See you soon.”

The monk nodded and went back to meditation while Karl left the shop and decided to explore the city a little.

There were all sorts of small shops, most of them selling some sort of food or consumable resource. That seemed to be the most common money making venture here, as most would turn in the truly valuable items to the Clan Warehouse if they didn’t need them.

However, Karl soon found that there was a large market outside the walls. It wasn’t just the Clan members, it ran from the walls to the docks, and there were all sorts of common items, foreign items from the sailors and other oddities on display.

This was also the first place he had seen mortals other than the bunnies.

Most of them were ragged looking humans, the ones who had been taken from a mortal world, but had no talent to lead them to Immortality, or who had failed to awaken a System Interface that would let them grow in power.

They were rather pitiable, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have anything to sell.

Karl wandered the market until he found a battered looking young woman sitting on a blanket with a collection of what was clearly flotsam, items recovered from the shore after being washed up.

But among the items was a waterlogged book with runic writing on the cover.

The magic had faded from it, if there ever was any. Plus, the pages were certain to be illegible, as it was soaked in saltwater. In fact, it was still crusty with salt, as she didn’t dare to clean it and risk damaging it even more.

Still, it was a book that might have soggy and blurred runic instructions for something in it.

It was worth the chance.

The merchant, or perhaps it would be better to call her a vagrant with a blanket, looked up hopefully as Karl stopped in front of her.

“Immortal Lord, was there something that I could help you with? I have a few treasures here today that might clean up well.” She suggested.

“I will give you a hundred coins for the book.”

A few of the shoppers stopped to look at the crazy man. No more than ten coins, that was what a waterlogged book might be worth. If you were feeling

generous.

But he offered ten times that much.

Had they missed something?

The woman nodded eagerly, and Karl dropped a small bag full of coins in her

hand, then moved the book to his inventory.

Remi could sort it out when she got a moment. She was good with books.

“Pleasure doing business.”

“Likewise, thank you for your generosity, sir.”

Karl walked away, leaving the Immortals baffled at the strange exchange. But he

had more important things to do. He could see a boat full of what his home

world called the ‘blue elves’.

They weren’t actually blue. Or, they were. But only because dark elves tanned to a slightly blue grey colour in the sun. Not that anyone had ever seen one with a tan other than the blue elves.

Half the boat was Ascended Immortals, and they were beginning to unload cargo while the junior hands secured stalls for their goods.

Local items he could get in the Clan. However, this boat might have something

he hadn’t seen before.