Chapter 607: The World in the Painting, Sister Ishruna Gulweger
A few hours later,
"A total of 37.8 million units of magic crystals are required. Of course, you can also pay with metal ingots of equal value."
The owner of the tailor shop looked at his empty shop and grinned from ear to ear. This was the first time he had seen such generous customers in Darlington for so long.
"Hey...what is the magic crystal?"
Tonelli noticed a novel word. Everyone in Orkney bartered for things, and the same happened in Durham Village. He didn't expect that you could use magic crystals to buy things in Darlington.
"Don't you know?"
The tailor shop owner asked curiously, and then he noticed the dark mark on the back of Tonellico's right hand. Although he said it suddenly as if he had enlightenment, with a bit of pride in his tone,
"The use of magic crystals to pay is stipulated by Lord Roderick. In human terms, it is the same thing as [currency]. It is only circulated in Darlington and has never been seen in the outside world."
He took out a fist-sized blue magic crystal from his pocket and shook it in front of Tonellico.
"This is 10,000 units of magic crystal. It has Lord Roderick's unique mark on it. It cannot be forged."
"That's it... 37.8 million, it shouldn't be a small amount of money..."
Tonelli could not help but let out a helpless whimper as she thought about the clothes and the piles of exquisite jewelry in her imaginary pockets. Although Mikael had put all the valuable items he had previously obtained with her, why?
Even thinking about it is not enough.
Looking at the tailor shop owner's increasingly unkind gaze, she was sweating profusely. If she confessed like this, would the boss think she did it on purpose and call the goblin guards to arrest her?
The best result may be that her identity as a fairy in the paradise is not discovered. If it is exposed, it will be a super troublesome thing no matter how you think about it. I wonder where Mikael is and whether he will be rescued in time...
In desperation, she thought of the arena tickets that the head of the goblin guard gave them not long ago. Judging from the goblins' reactions, they must be very precious. I don't know how many magic crystals they are worth.
"Excuse me, this thing..."
Tonellico bit the bullet and took out the arena ticket. Before she could finish speaking, the owner of the tailor shop excitedly grabbed her arm and stared at the arena in Tonellico's hands.
The admission ticket is like a greedy dragon seeing mountains of gold coins.
"It's actually a gold ticket. Do you want to sell this ticket? You can have any number of magic crystals!!"
"Hey - is this admission ticket so valuable?"
Tonelli was stunned when she saw the owner of the tailor shop who suddenly became enthusiastic. She did not expect such a thing to happen. The admission ticket that was originally light in her hand suddenly became heavy.
"Of course, this is a golden ticket, the best seat in the arena! If you are lucky, you can see Lord Roderick's glory up close. This is something only the superior goblins and those who have done outstanding things for Darlington can do.
A super precious item that can only be obtained by contributing citizens!”
"So how much magic crystal is it worth?"
"Are you an idiot? How can a mere magic crystal be compared with a gold ticket!!"
The owner of the tailor shop suddenly became excited and became fierce. He slapped the table hard and spittle flew everywhere. Tonelli couldn't help but subconsciously take a step back and opened the magic barrier to avoid being sprayed with saliva.
“So is it okay if I use it to pay?”
Hiding behind the barrier, Tonellico asked timidly.
"Of course! Why not?!"
Hearing her words, the tailor shop owner became more and more excited. He even reached out and tore his clothes into pieces, revealing the knotted muscles and scarred upper body. He pointed at the scars that had long since healed and said proudly,
"Don't think I'm just a tailor now, but I was once a rising star who won nine consecutive victories in the gladiatorial arena. If it weren't for..."
"An arrow in the knee?"
Tonelli had heard this story told to her by Mikael. There were many powerful goblin warriors who were forced to withdraw from the battlefield because of arrows in their knees and live the life of ordinary goblins. For powerful warriors,
An arrow in the knee is an unsolvable curse.
"No, no, I just lost the tenth duel. That guy is very powerful. If he hadn't been merciful, I might have died in the arena."
Having said this, the tailor shop owner pointed to the hideous scars that extended from his chest to his lower abdomen. Although the recovery was mysterious, it still left scars that would not fade away.
"Actually, it's not really merciful after all. It's just because I'm so weak that he can't get interested at all. If he really gets serious, I'm afraid I will be killed instantly."
Perhaps referring to his previous failure experience, he seemed a little lonely. In Darlington, a city where status is determined by gladiatorial battles, being unable to fight and being forced to leave the gladiatorial arena was a blow to him that an outsider like Tonellico could not deal with.
Understood.
Tonelli also instinctively sensed that comforting words might be an insult to the tailor shop owner, so he could only remain silent and stand there quietly, simply as a listener.
"Okay, let's not talk about these past things, but it is incredible that you can take out the gold ticket to pay. You obviously took advantage, but I have nothing to give you. If you don't dislike it, just
Take this."
The tailor shop owner bent down and took out a wooden box as long as an arm from under the counter. He opened it and saw a slender one-handed silver cross sword lying quietly on the soft leather.
The shiny silver sword body is covered with thin frost. When it is exposed to the air, even the surrounding temperature drops a bit. The exquisite branches and vines are wrapped around the hilt. Every detail is so perfect.
This shows how much care the craftsman who made this sword put into it.
"The name of this sword is [Scadi]. It is my most outstanding work and has accompanied me through nine victories in the gladiatorial arena."
He carefully picked up the sword and stroked the sword gently. His fingertips ran across the sword, and the frost subsided, leaving the sword as bright as a mirror.
"This is a proud child, but now I can no longer give her the honor she needs. Now I can't even do something as simple as holding a sword."
The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on the face of the tailor shop owner. In that gladiatorial battle, he not only lost the crucial tenth battle, but also damaged his spiritual base, otherwise he would have lost his soul.
I would not choose to pick up a light needle and thread and start working as a tailor.