The Canterbury Tales The Merchant นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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.

The man hidden under the cloak didn't say any refusals and took the explanation very lightly. The merchant's tone is how scammers on the Earth sound when they are luring their victims into their trap, but this man who doesn't look like he can easily be deceived, fall for that modus operandi! Caden didn't know what to say. The merchant boss, however, was delighted, even forgetting the neglect of his assistant of who knows where hole did it crawl into. "See, you are worth 3 gold coins, you have to work hard to help me in exchange, help me find the way to the Spirit Realm."

We found him at his shop, opening up for the day. Tim knocked on the door. The merchant opened it, saw us, and immediately tried to close it again. Tim put his foot in the doorway. "We need to talk." "I don't have anything to say to you," the merchant said nervously. "You owe the Riverside Clan three hundred pieces of silver," I said, stepping forward. "We're here to collect." "I don't have it." "Find it," Tim said. His voice was stern. Cold. "I can't…"