'Not bad at all. This should be more than enough to pay off my loan while also giving me a nice chunk of change to utilize as well.' I thought as I looked over these appraisals.
The devil fruit was more or less just as I had expected it to be though the confirmation that there was a legitimate demon within the fruit made me curious as to the true origin of these things. Whatever it was I suppose it didn't matter as the demons were sealed inside of fruits and would likely never escape this fate without someone trying to break these seals.-
Why anyone would want to unleash what was bound to be a definitely evil force from their containment I don't know but I suppose it wouldn't be my problem anymore once I passed this thing off to whoever could trade for it. For the gold however I already had a well established plan in that I was going to take care of that loan before going on a shopping spree to stock up my inventory with things I needed as well as to trade to Whitebeard. -
One of the shops I had seen in Diagon alley was an alchemical one that might have items designed to ease the discomforts that come with old age or even remove them entirely. Whitebeard would definitely pay well for something like that. If I could also find something to remove his disease that would also go for a mint. I might even ask for some Sea king meat as well as it was always a popular theory that the stuff improved ones growth and held an intense amount of nutritional value. Since my body was borderline malnourished something like that would be well worth trading for, though preservation would be tricky.-
One of my plans was seeing if I could trade more conceptual things such as physiques, souls or even skills through the system as those would be game changing if possible. For example if I could trade for the one piece physique I could sell it to someone else in a desperate situation to allow them to change their fate. One had to consider that one piece was a strange world where the harder you trained the stronger you could get, even to the point of unreasonableness like shattering mountains with a punch.-
In more desperate worlds where strength and durability means the difference between survival and death this would be akin to divine blessing in value, something dreamed of but unlikely to obtain. As for skills I was frankly hoping to obtain Haki for myself as it looked like something that would complement my magic fantastically. With enough training it would even serve as an extra level of security for me. Still I wasn't going to bother Whitebeard about any of this until I had something I could trade for it. Trading on faith might work when both parties fully trusted the other but I knew that no decent businessman would practice it unless absolutely necessary otherwise.-
Admittedly I had kinda jumped the gun when it came to the search function of the system as I had no merchandise at the time. It was only because I got lucky that I made off with a profit this time and I knew it. Vowing never to make that mistake again I left my room at the orphanage and ate breakfast quietly before leaving the place for good. I walked the ten block distance to Tom's pub and entered the building calmly with my trunk behind me. -
I had taken it out secretly in an alley nearby so I didn't have to lug the full weight the whole distance. Tom was polishing a silver mug with a rag when I entered and raised an eyebrow in surprise when he saw me.
"Well would you look at that? I figured I'd be seeing you soon enough but didn't think it'd be the very next day!" he said with a chuckle.
I reached into my pocket and took out both of my remaining galleons as well as all my sickles before putting them on the counter.
"What will this give me?" I asked seriously.
The man looked the money over before answering "Eight days without food or five with three meals a day." he said already moving the money into his register.
"And the quality of the meals?" I asked.
"Rich and hearty, better than that stuff they feed you at that muggle orphanage that's for sure." he said with a sneer at the mention of the orphanage.
"You know the place?" I asked curiously and genuinely surprised as well.
"Aye, make a point in keeping track of the goings on near the pub in case the muggles get any funny ideas of redeveloping the area. I find any I let the ministry know and they make them forget that idea. Never liked that place you live in myself, kids there are too thin from a lack of funding." he said with a look of understanding as he gazed at me.
"I'll take the five days then. Need to make a stop at Gringotts but I should be able to pay for my stay until the school year starts afterwards." I said seriously and he looked concerned.
"You didn't do anything you shouldn't have to earn that kinda money did you?" he asked sternly.
I shook my head "Just got lucky is all." I said honestly.
"Alright, good for you then. Leave the trunk and I'll get it up to your new room, number seven. Here's the key, breakfast is at eight, lunch at noon and dinner at seven. If you don't come down to eat I'll have someone bring it up to your room." he said as he handed over a dull iron key marked with a rough number seven on it's tail.
I nodded and opened the trunk up before taking out the sack of gold Whitebeard gave me that I tried to lift only the sigh as it was too heavy.
"Mind using a featherlight charm on this?" I asked embarrassed.
Tom just chuckled before pulling out an old well used wand and using the requested spell on the sack. With that done I hefted the bag over my shoulder and left out the back of the pub. Taking out my wand I tapped the bricks of the wall in the right order causing the wall to fold into itself letting me into Diagon alley.
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