Chapter 2 Money is coming, haha, unexpected income
The furnishings in the magic shop were simple and quaint. Walnut display cabinets and shelves were pressed against the walls. The human face on the wall clock showed a sad face. The gorse revolving door, which was reached by walking down five steps, was not closed tightly. The wind blew and made the wind chimes on the door jingle.
The rude customers who entered through the revolving door tended to act like bulls, rolling up their sleeves and wanting to turn the store upside down.
"Dear customer, please calm down first. Please do not throw potion bottles in the store at will. If you damage our items by any means, you will be charged three times the price for compensation. If you assault the owner and his assistant, you will be fined at least 800 gold coins." The human-faced wall clock spoke to dissuade.
The rude guest with a bruised face and nose was named Hunter. He was holding the bottle of potion high in his hand, but he immediately put it down after hearing what he said, but he was still furious.
"Leon, please be quiet." Darien disagreed with the kindness of the clock. He had lost another opportunity to make a fortune.
The human-faced clock on the wall kept its mouth shut.
Hunter wanted to slam the counter but was afraid of losing money, so he slapped his thigh loudly. "That fake potion you made has caused me huge losses! Look at my face, it's from being slapped. My reputation, my health, and my business losses... You have to compensate me for all of this! 400 gold coins in total!"
400 gold coins?
Haha, stop joking, they can't even afford to pay 4 gold coins now.
Darien had already decided where he wanted to bury his guest.
He winked at Sewell.
"Dear guest, please open the lid of this bottle of potion. We need to confirm that this bottle of potion is indeed from our store. If there is indeed a quality problem, we will refund the gold coins paid for this bottle of potion." Seville opened the drawer and took out the contract for selling the potion.
Every clause in the contract of a black-hearted businessman exists for a reason. Darian is never afraid of customers coming to his door to ask for compensation. He will extort every last bit of money from the customers.
"According to Article 17 of the contract we signed, if the potion sold to the customer has no quality problems and the customer needs a refund, you need to compensate us at three times the price." Sewell pointed out one of the clauses.
"This is clearly your responsibility. How to prove it is up to you." Hunter opened the lid of the potion bottle. "This bottle of recovery potion was indeed bought from your store, but it is not working as it should."
Darien checked the emblem engraved on the lid, then poured a little of the potion into a tall dish. The pattern on the dish lit up due to the infiltration of the liquid.
There is nothing wrong with the medicine itself.
"This bottle of potion was indeed made by me. May I ask what specific problems occurred during use?" Darien asked.
"Of course it's completely useless! It can't restore magic power at all, and it tastes like vegetable soup!" Hunter had a lot to say, "You actually used vegetables instead of potion ingredients. You put potatoes, cabbage, carrots, onions..."
It takes an entire bottle of potion to fully restore magic power. One or two sips will have little effect. This customer may not have read the friendly reminder, and the taste of the vegetables is a trade secret.
"Please sit down and have a cup of tea to moisten your throat, sir." Sewell poured a cup of hot tea and placed it next to Hunter.
"Hmph, don't think you don't have to pay compensation just like that!" Hunter's throat was smoking as he spoke, and he sat down on the chair and gulped down all the tea.
"Where were we just now? The potion can't restore magic power at all." Darien started the conversation.
"Heh! The potion I imitated can't restore magic power at all! I clearly analyzed every ingredient and dosage in it, and the potion I mixed according to your recipe has no effect at all! You must have sold me a fake medicine, which is why I was... uh uh uh!"
It was too late when Hunter realized what had come out of his mouth. He tried to cover his mouth but couldn't control his tongue from speaking the truth.
"Heh." Now it was Darien's turn to sneer.
"According to Article 26 of the contract, anyone who steals the recipe from our store and sells it will be required to pay 500 gold coins and all profits, and will not be able to sell the potion anymore. In addition, you will have to pay triple compensation and the price of the truth serum," said Sewell.
"Ahhhh, I should have been alert earlier! You are black-hearted profiteers! This is a trap you set on purpose! There is no way I can pay you this money!" Hunter stood up and tried to run, but his legs were tied tightly by the chair he was sitting on.
"There is another way to pay off the debt. Soul and money. You have to pay one of them." Darien turned the contract over.
At the bottom of the densely packed contract terms, there is a line of small print: This contract allows the use of souls to offset debts, and it will take effect upon signing.
Hunter's signature and fingerprint are prominently displayed.
"What will happen if I use my soul to pay off my debt?" Hunter asked cautiously.
"Not very good, the soul quality is average, the devil will definitely bargain with me for a lower price." Darien just wanted money.
The fate of falling into the hands of the devil could be to have your soul chopped into pieces at best, or your body chopped into pieces and then burned to charcoal. Hunter shuddered and obediently paid the compensation.
"The total is 823 gold coins, which have been received in full. Please sign a new contract to ensure that the compensation you pay today is voluntary, and the content of this conversation cannot be leaked to the outside world." Seville said with a smile.
Hunter's pockets were empty and his eyes were filled with tears. Darien took out a new contract. Just like the previous one, if the contract was violated, the soul would belong to the magic shop.
The chair was still tied tightly to Hunter's legs, and it was getting tighter and tighter. He couldn't leave without signing.
Darien pushed the ink bottle and quill over. This was necessary to ensure the reputation of the shop was not damaged.
Hunter muttered softly, "What bad luck! This black-hearted shop is such a rip-off. I shouldn't have come here earlier. I knew none of them were good..."
When he looked up, the black-hearted shop owner and the black-hearted assistant had the same arc on their lips, smiling and looking at him.
Hunter shuddered again with fear, and with a flick of the quill in his hand, he almost signed his name on the table.
Receiving a large sum of gold coins made Darien in a good mood. Even Hunter's bruised pig-headed face looked handsome. He waved his hand to let the chair let go of Hunter and he could leave.
Hunter kept looking back as he walked, and when he reached the last step, he still asked hesitantly, "Um, can I still come to the store to buy things in the future..."
Darien was in a good mood: "Of course, you are always welcome, dear guest."
The products of the magic shop must be of high quality. Even though the owner is unscrupulous and charges high prices, it has accumulated a lot of repeat customers over the past few hundred years.
Hunter left with peace of mind.
After the guests left, Darien immediately put away his smile and went to settle the score with Leon.
Sewell took a quill and wrote down the accounts in his booklet. After this unexpected wealth was added, the finances of the tower underwent new changes.
If normal finances were like a smooth sheet of parchment, the Tower's finances were like a hornet's nest, riddled with holes waiting to be filled.
The money squeezed out of Hunter was only enough to fill one and a half.
Mr. Crow is very optimistic. He thinks that the next customer he meets might be able to fill all the financial gaps.
"I want to take your brain apart and see what's inside." Darien moved a chair and stood on it, and began to pry off the two tufts of mustache on the human face wall clock with his right hand.
He broke off Leon's wooden beard, and the next step was a craniotomy.
"There are only some parts inside that allow me to think clearly." The human-faced wall clock sighed melancholy.
"I suspect all your parts are rusted, which is why you said something so obviously crazy that it cost me a fortune." Darien fiercely removed half of Leon's head. "If I go bankrupt, you'll be the first person I sell to pay the bills. A talking wall clock must be worth a lot of money."
Sewell walked over and took the half forehead very naturally, then put a small pry knife into his empty hand.
Leon stopped talking. He was like a pure and flawless glowing little white flower, sandwiched between the profiteer and the black-hearted assistant, looking so weak, pitiful and helpless.
Darien used a small pry knife to pry at the moving parts of Lyon. According to his maintenance experience, these gears and chains were not rusty at all, and none of them were out of track.
Then there is only one possibility: he is truly a man of high moral character, and there is a traitor among them!
"I really need to think about finding you a new, honest and kind owner," Darien said expressionlessly.
"How about a Paladin from the Temple of Light? Or an office at the Academy of Magic?" Seville was also quite cooperative.
Leon sighed: "People should always have a bottom line in their hearts. My dear Darien, you are a kind child, but you have buried your good qualities very deep..."
Such an evaluation coming from a black-hearted profiteer is simply an insult!
"Shut up! Otherwise I really have to sell you!" Darian applied a thin layer of oil to the gears and parts, then pressed Leon's forehead back with a click.
I don't know if it was out of anger or absent-mindedness, but the two curved mustaches were put on the wrong way, making Leon's already ugly face even more funny.
Darien jumped down from his chair and headed for the elevator without looking back. "For lunch today, I want farmer's vegetable soup and fish fillet, and shrimp salad with extra lemon juice and no fennel. For dessert, I want matcha ice cream with crackers for dipping."
Sewell put the chair back in place and gathered the used odds and ends. "Okay, how about a lemon mint soda as a drink?"
"Good suggestion." Darien had already walked into the elevator and was about to close the door and go back upstairs.
Ding-ling, ding-ling, ding-ling——
A gust of wind blew in, ringing the copper shell wind chimes on the revolving door.
squeak.
The gorse revolving door turned and a new guest walked in.
"Hello, I hope I'm not disturbing you...Excuse me, where is this place?"
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