Smirking Merchant Novels & Stories

"Just a moment. I'll call the workers to retrieve your order from the storage room—" “No need,” I replied quickly, glancing over my shoulder for a moment. “I brought my own.” The merchant followed my gaze, curiosity flashing across his face. His eyes widened slightly when he spotted the group of muscular warriors standing a short distance away. “Wow!” she exclaimed “Well, that’s even better! This will make everything much faster!” A light chuckle escaped her before she turned toward my men and enthusiastically gestured for them to follow. “Follow me, gentlemen! You’ll be carrying fifty sacks of grains and fifty sacks of starches!”

"That’s the start of the detox." They reached the spice merchant's stall, a haven of fragrant powders and aromatic seeds. The merchant, a lean man with shrewd eyes, watched them approach, his expression unreadable. "Looking for something specific?" the merchant asked, his voice low and gravelly. Bima met his gaze, the notebook a silent testament to their quest. "We’re looking for a taste," Bima said, choosing his words carefully. "A taste that speaks of… the earth. Of ancient stories."

"You might hurt someone." His heart jumping in fright, the fat merchant looked up, and up, and up, seeing an iron chest, a bulls neck, a black beard with many sharp white teeth and a black one grinning deviously in between, before finally landing on the one black eye staring down at him from double his own size. The merchant's face paled. Stumbling over his own two feet in retreat, he fell, but continued to flee like a spider on all fours. A wet spot began to show on his pants.

Obviously, I was going to be the one to be blamed and they don't want to be straight forward with their words because I will not take it lightly. I listen intently, not uttering a single word since the blame hasn't been put on me yet, silently agreeing with their sentiments. "We were promised a spectacle, and now it feels like we've been cheated out of our entertainment." "It's that scheming merchant, isn't it?" A man, probably taskmaster suggests, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "He's the one who convinced us to come here in the first place." I nod in agreement, recognizing the merchant he's referring to. He's always had a knack for luring people in with promises of rare treasures and im

It was an hour of waiting, my expression was totally tired while my head keeps looking side by side. where is he? My eyebrows furrowed when an unknown man suddenly sat on the vacant chair in front of me while his lips are curving with a smile. "Who are you?" I asked. He chuckled before he removed his hat and lend me his left hand. "I am what they call, the merchant." I remained unfazed while staring at him with my ridiculous expression. A man in 20's with a pair azure eyes and black messy hair whizzing on the thin air from the window.

Is he actually enjoying the fact that he made someone earn less-? “Sir!” A voice says from behind us. Yohan doesn’t turn around, but he does look at me a smirk again on his face. “Sir!” I turn around slightly to see the merchant, his face red, close to tears. “Sir, this is too much, sir! Please take more, I can’t take this.”

"Damn it, I'm in trouble. I don't think these clowns are going to pay for it either." The shopkeeper points at Lucia and Clarisse, "how about those two? Aren't they with you?" Zane gasps… Lucia walks forward and drops exactly the amount told by the shopkeeper. She then says, "there you go, mister. Apologies, my master here is quite broke," Lucia kindly and gently said. The shopkeeper came to his senses and was surprised, "Lu-Lucia Monesy?! And...and Cla-Clarisse Krix?! The battlemage of Etheria and the knight of Esperia! A pleasure to meet you! I'm Grucius," the shopkeeper bowed.

I didn’t want to give them any idea that I wasn’t of this world, or that I had riches to splurge. “Hello, good sir,” a merchant suddenly approached me. “You look like you have some money to spare. Would you care to try some of my delicious tea? It’s directly made from the leaves of the Mountain of Falls.” “No, thank you. I’m just here to look around,” I politely declined. A few more steps forward when another merchant walked up to me. “Young man, might I interest you in some rare and antique jewellery? It will surely get the attention of any young lady,” she bribed as she gave me a sly smile.

Luke asked while shaking his head. “You seem to be nagging me more than Grace these days, be careful, Luke.” We got to the office and the merchant was already waiting for me. Why are so many merchants on time? Or am I just late all the time? He’s a dwarf, how cheerful. Big eyes, wearing expensive materials and jewelry. He immediately rushed to me as I came down the horse’s back. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Alpha Damon. I’ve been trying to have an audience with you for the longest time,” he said as he shook my hand, grinning from ear to ear.

"Are you serious?" "Didn't you know, the best way to cure poison is with poison" The merchant says lifing his head. He's fat and burly, having more skin and creases than should ever be on a grown man and I bite back my laugh at his double chin. His eyes are small and black, sunken into the cubby face he has and I bet, his feet were stubby beneath his ass. Like a t-rex arms. The man glances from me then back to Grayson who stands behind me, preventing anyone else from coming anywhere close. His furry eyebrows mush together in thought as his short stubby fingers that has shunk even further inside the rings, points in my direction.