Third Person Point of View
"What do you mean someone brought a magical bag?" Jerncy, the Guild Master, asked, his brow furrowing in confusion as he looked at his employee.
"Yes, Guild Master. A woman brought a magical bag, hoping to sell an item to us," the employee replied, glancing nervously at Jerncy.
A magical bag? Those were typically reserved for seasoned adventurers, the kind who had climbed the ranks and gathered countless points. It cost a fortune to acquire one. Jerncy's mind raced as he considered the implications.
Who is she? What kind of adventurer would possess such a treasure?
"Should we escort her to the VIP room?" the employee suggested, eyeing Jerncy for approval.
"Do so," he said, his voice steady and authoritative, despite the curiosity bubbling inside him. It seemed they had hit the jackpot today.
A Few Moments Later
"I apologize for the wait," the Guild Master said, his tone professional as he approached Lara.
Lara stood up, her posture straightening with a mix of confidence and nervousness. "Greetings," she said, offering a polite smile, though her eyes flickered with uncertainty.
Jerncy observed her closely, noting the way her hands trembled slightly at her sides. She seems like a newbie, he thought, his mind cataloging her every movement.
"I heard you're here to sell something," Jerncy inquired, leaning forward slightly, his curiosity piqued.
"Oh yes," Lara replied, her voice gaining strength as she get the magical bag. The air seemed to thrum with energy as the bag's enchantment pulsed softly.
The Guild Master hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the bag's shimmering fabric. But when he finally gripped it, he was instantly shocked by its weight. It felt like he had just lifted a mountain, and he nearly stumbled back, the marble floor cracking beneath him with a dull thud.
The collective gasp from the surrounding guild members echoed in the air, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that," Lara said quickly, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. She bent down to retrieve the magical bag, her movements careful and deliberate as she placed it gently on the table.
What the—? That thing is so heavy! Jerncy's mind raced, questions swirling like a storm. There must be a lot of items inside that bag. Who is this adventurer? She might seem fragile and inexperienced, but she's no ordinary adventurer if she can lift that.
In the back of her mind, Lara worried about the heaviness of the bag. Is he okay?
"I might lose some of my strength due to being old," Jerncy said, trying to laugh off his embarrassment.
But deep down, he knew he was one of the strongest men in the guild. Just who is this woman? He felt a mix of admiration and intrigue as he regarded Lara. Despite his reputation as one of the top ten strongest guild members, that small bag had nearly bested him.
His heart raced with a newfound respect for the seemingly unassuming woman before him.
Jerncy settled into a plush chair on the opposite side of the ornate oak desk, gesturing for Lara to take a seat across from him. As she settled in, the two employees—one man and one woman—stood behind the Guild Master, their expressions a mix of curiosity and awe.
Is he the boss of this area? Lara wondered, her heart racing as she looked at the imposing figure of Jerncy.
"Do you have an information card with you?" Jerncy asked, his tone shifting to one of business-like seriousness.
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Lara paused, a sinking feeling in her stomach. I never had one, she thought, grappling with her unfamiliarity with this world.
"I can't show it," she replied, her voice steady but tinged with apprehension.
The Guild Master regarded her with a thoughtful expression. Oh, she might be hiding her identity. It was typical for high-ranking adventurers to conceal themselves from the crowd to avoid the chaos that often ensued. She might be one of them.
Please don't ask for ID; I don't have one, Lara pleaded silently.
"It's okay. Now, can we see the items you have in that bag?" the Guild Master prompted, his curiosity palpable.
A Few Moments Later
When Lara opened the magical bag, the room filled with gasps of disbelief. Each item seemed to shimmer as it emerged: from ornate mage wands to gleaming soldier armor, from elegant priest robes to various high-level weapons and gear—all Level H and beyond. They were arranged like a magnificent display, catching the light in a dazzling array.
I bought all these items since they might cost a lot, Lara thought, a sense of pride swelling within her. I think this will suffice for me to start a business.
The Guild Master's mind raced. This is a lot! We are going to be bankrupt for a while? He exchanged glances with his employees, who looked equally stunned. Just who is she, really? These items are all brand new and never used. They're all class items, meaning she holds all classes. This is a unique type.
"I may I ask your name?" the Guild Master asked, his voice regaining its composure.
"Lara," she answered, feeling a flicker of hope.
"Okay, Lara. We can buy everything, but since all items dropped at the same time, it will be less than 10 percent of their original price. Is that okay with you?" he inquired, assessing her reaction carefully.
I can't afford everything at full price, guild master thought, the implications of his offer sinking in. Might as well say yes to this little man since some of the shops asked for ID, which I don't have. Lara thought
"Sure," she said, her voice carrying a sense of determination.
She is so generous with that?! Jerncy thought, feeling the weight of misunderstandings dissolve in the air.
In total, Lara possessed 50 Level H items, each with a price tag of 1 Gold. The pricing system in this world was straightforward yet intriguing:
· 1 Gold = 10 Silver
· 1 Silver = 100 Bronze
· 1 Bronze can buy 10 loaves of bread.
This translated to a remarkable conversion rate of 1 Gold = 1000 Bronze.
As the Guild Master calculated the total value of Lara's offerings, he marveled at the numbers:
Total Value Before Discount:
50 items × 1 Gold/item = 50 Gold
A moment of pause settled in the air before the Guild Master continued, "Considering the current market, we will apply a 10% discount."
Calculating the Discount:
50 Gold × 0.10 = 5 Gold
With a nod, he concluded, "Thus, the Total After Discount is:
50 Gold - 5 Gold = 45 Gold
Lara felt a mixture of relief and triumph. The numbers danced in her mind as he further detailed, "Now, converting this into Bronze for you:
45 Gold × 1000 Bronze/Gold = 45000 Bronze
But that wasn't all. Lara's magical bag held more secrets. She had amassed a total of 1000 additional items distributed across various levels, labeled from Level I to Level R. The Guild Master swiftly calculated, recognizing the significance of each level, and distributed the items evenly:
· Level I: 100 items
· Level J: 100 items
· Level K: 100 items
· Level L: 100 items
· Level M: 100 items
· Level N: 100 items
· Level O: 100 items
· Level P: 100 items
· Level Q: 100 items
· Level R: 100 items
Lara had accumulated a staggering total of 5145 Gold from the various items she had acquired. (The author couldn't keep up with the numbering anymore, )but it was clear that each level item came with its own escalating price. Level I items cost 2 Gold each, while Level J items were 3 Gold, and the prices continued to rise with each successive level.
Lara- She could easily purchase a lavish mansion or acquire multiple plots of land—perhaps ten or even more. The thought of her newfound riches sent a thrill through her.
Lara stood before the guild master, her eyes wide as she stared at the pile of gold coins laid out on the table. The gleaming metal seemed to shimmer in the light, and her heart raced.
"Are you sure this is the right price?" she asked, incredulity lacing her voice.
The guild master furrowed his brow, a hint of concern flickering in his expression. Is she thinking we're scamming her? he wondered, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Yes, that is all," he replied, attempting to sound confident despite the uncertainty creeping in. "I can even provide you with a detailed report if you'd like."
"No, that's not necessary," Lara interrupted, her voice slightly shaky. She was still in shock, the weight of the gold feeling surreal.
The guild master studied her for a moment, his thoughts racing. She's scary, he thought, trying to understand her reaction. I've dealt with many adventurers, but none have ever looked at a fortune like this with such disbelief.
