Happy Life
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- Remember when I called you my mate? Not much time has passed, and I've been thinking a lot about it, but I couldn't find an answer as to why I said that. Because I've always considered myself the type of person who recognizes a mate through a fight. Or swords, but we haven't really crossed them. But nevertheless... Seeing you here, I was genuinely happy, even if it would cause me some inconvenience. Maybe it was your sad story that resonated with me at that moment. It might even be completely made up and specifically designed – actually, I don't think so; I feel like I perceive you as a person – but considering my life experience, I admit that it's possible. It doesn't matter. I feel that it's not the case, and that's what matters.
Ghenza opens his mouth slightly, then immediately closes it and covers it with his hand:
- Damn... Why did I say all that? Now it'll seem like I was setting the stage. Never mind... Forget it. Stupid head, - he scratches his hair furiously. - Anyway. What I wanted to say is... I... - he opens his mouth again, but the words don't come out. Then he takes off Kusariku's ruby ring and holds it up to the light. - As far as I understand, you're not a poor man. Especially after today. And as you know, rich people... - he confidently raises his finger in the air and pauses, then slumps. - Never mind, I've never been rich, and I haven't had such acquaintances, so I don't know. I admit, I'm as good a merchant as I am at making candy out of manure. My father was an adventurer, and he probably could have come up with something like that and assessed the item more accurately, but I'm not one of them. And yet. As I see it, rich people get more pleasure from the awareness of owning unique things than from a specific amount of gold. Things that have their own history, inaccessible to others. At certain points, you reach certain values, beyond which your previous needs feel insignificant, don't they? And they increase. Anyway. I absolutely need you to buy this ring for 800... - he counts something on his fingers. - Ideally, for... 1200 gold, - he checks with the estimate in his notebook. - Yes... This is the minimum, - looking into the eyes of his interlocutor, he realizes that he has said something completely ridiculous. - So! You will, of course, think at first glance that this is a trinket. But! In reality, this is the ring of the king Serri himself, which he wore on his finger until the very end. Kusariku was his name... I... wouldn't want to tell you how I got it. Let's just say that this money will not go to satisfying my whims, like casinos or hostess clubs, or paying off sharks. Ideally, I would like to keep it for all my descendants... - he holds his finger in the air. - Those I know. But... I have no other "honest" options. So... Please, Tailocchi. Could you do this for me, just this once?... I understand that I'm asking a lot, but still.
Ghenza opens his mouth slightly, then immediately closes it and covers it with his hand:
- Damn... Why did I say all that? Now it'll seem like I was setting the stage. Never mind... Forget it. Stupid head, - he scratches his hair furiously. - Anyway. What I wanted to say is... I... - he opens his mouth again, but the words don't come out. Then he takes off Kusariku's ruby ring and holds it up to the light. - As far as I understand, you're not a poor man. Especially after today. And as you know, rich people... - he confidently raises his finger in the air and pauses, then slumps. - Never mind, I've never been rich, and I haven't had such acquaintances, so I don't know. I admit, I'm as good a merchant as I am at making candy out of manure. My father was an adventurer, and he probably could have come up with something like that and assessed the item more accurately, but I'm not one of them. And yet. As I see it, rich people get more pleasure from the awareness of owning unique things than from a specific amount of gold. Things that have their own history, inaccessible to others. At certain points, you reach certain values, beyond which your previous needs feel insignificant, don't they? And they increase. Anyway. I absolutely need you to buy this ring for 800... - he counts something on his fingers. - Ideally, for... 1200 gold, - he checks with the estimate in his notebook. - Yes... This is the minimum, - looking into the eyes of his interlocutor, he realizes that he has said something completely ridiculous. - So! You will, of course, think at first glance that this is a trinket. But! In reality, this is the ring of the king Serri himself, which he wore on his finger until the very end. Kusariku was his name... I... wouldn't want to tell you how I got it. Let's just say that this money will not go to satisfying my whims, like casinos or hostess clubs, or paying off sharks. Ideally, I would like to keep it for all my descendants... - he holds his finger in the air. - Those I know. But... I have no other "honest" options. So... Please, Tailocchi. Could you do this for me, just this once?... I understand that I'm asking a lot, but still.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
