"When did I ever look at your goods, let alone buy anything from you?"
The witch Marin stared down at Mr. White from above, her face full of anger, as if with a snap of her fingers she could blow Mr. White's head to pieces at any moment.
But Mr. White just smiled and pointed at the corpses of the siren and the cyclops in the garden, "Reporting to Lady Marin, these two were the goods I was preparing to transport into the city. Since you took a fancy to them in advance and even damaged them, I naturally can't sell them anymore. But the payment that should be made, shouldn't you also pay it?"
"How would I know these were your goods? If they were yours, why didn't you say so earlier?", Marin flew into a rage.
But for some reason, Ethan felt that Marin seemed to be wary of Mr. White.
Otherwise, with Mr. White's kind of profiteer behavior of acting first and reporting later, a wilderness witch should have snapped her fingers and sent him back to his hometown already. Yet she was actually talking things out with him properly?
That wasn't normal, very not normal.
"You didn't ask, so of course I didn't say anything."
Mr. White shrugged, looking completely unafraid of the witch, "But since ancient times, if you break something, you have to compensate for it, right?"
"So I didn't even ask for extra. I'm just asking you to pay the price as it was. That's not excessive, is it?"
"White, don't think that just because you're from the Merchants' Association you can do whatever you want to me!", the wilderness witch roared, "Believe it or not, even if the president of your Merchants' Association, Aladdin, came to see me, I wouldn't be afraid of him either! If you're trying to scam me out of money, I advise you to give it up!"
"Oh, if you don't want to compensate, then I'll just repeat your exact words to Count Drake," Mr. White said, still wearing that honeyed smile, "I hope Lady Marin will still be able to speak to Count Drake so righteously then!"
"What does this have to do with Count Drake? White, don't try to trap me!"
When the witch heard the name Count Drake, a trace of fear flickered in her eyes.
Looks like even a wilderness witch who had lived for a thousand years had people she was afraid of.
"How could it have nothing to do with him?"
Mr. White glanced at the two corpses of the goods and said with a sigh, "Lady Marin, I think you've heard that the Count likes to collect all kinds of playthings, right?"
"And these two goods I was preparing to transport into the city were personally specified by the Count himself."
"Do you think if there's a problem with the goods, the Count wouldn't ask about it?"
"If the Count asks…"
"Such valuable goods having problems, shouldn't I explain everything clearly and honestly?"
"As for how the Count wants to handle it then, that has nothing to do with me."
"You!"
Marin was furious. She stared straight at Mr. White for a long time before her expression finally twisted as she said, "Then tell me, what exactly do you want? For you to treat this as if it never happened!"
"This matter is simple to talk about, but also hard."
Mr. White's profiteer skills awakened instantly.
Standing beside him, Ethan could even feel that thick aura of profiteering bursting out of him.
[System Warning: A merchant nearby is releasing a massive amount of profiteer aura. Please leave immediately! Do not be affected!]
[System Warning…]
'This Mr. White truly lives up to being a one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old veteran profiteer.'
But at this moment, Ethan naturally couldn't leave. After all, with a profiteer of White's level personally teaching on the spot, it would be unforgivable not to study properly.
"If you've got something to say, say it. If you've got crap to spew, hurry up and spew it!"
Marin roared.
If it weren't for the Merchants' Association and Count Drake standing behind Mr. White, he would probably already be waiting for reincarnation in heaven right now.
"The simplest way is for you to compensate me according to the original price."
"Then I'll send a flying message to inform the Count that something went wrong with the goods on the way, and that it'll take another half a month or a month before I can deliver replacements to him."
Mr. White's face was full of cunning, making Ethan feel that things couldn't be that simple.
Sure enough, the next second, Mr. White pursed his lips and added, "As for whether the Count will pursue the matter then, I can't really say."
"Then what other way do you have to make the Count not pursue it!", Marin ground her teeth, "Explain it clearly to me!"
"There is a way, but it's more expensive."
Mr. White scratched his chin and laughed "There's a saying in our Merchants' Association: money makes the ghosts push the mill."
"If I can put up enough money, there should be other merchants who can quickly help me find a new cyclops and siren."
"Then I'll naturally be able to deliver on time."
"How much money do you need?"
Marin's face turned completely cold.
And as her anger deepened, the skin on her face even began to slowly melt downward like liquid, making her whole person look like a wax figure slowly melting.
"Sister Marin, you shouldn't get too excited. Look, the skin on your face is melting."
The witch Lily rode her broom forward and waved the wand in her hand.
"Jibber! Jabber~"
She chanted a long string of spells that Ethan couldn't understand, then waved her wand in front of Marin.
Marin's skin instantly tightened again, even giving the illusion that she had become much younger, as if she had gone from an eighty-year-old old granny to a forty-something mature woman with lingering charm.
And only at this point… Ethan finally noticed that the witch named Lily actually looked very young.
And she was quite beautiful too. Among a group of witches, she gave off a strange sense of disharmony.
Only at this moment did Ethan understand why some people were willing to become wilderness witches.
'If you can stay young forever, the attraction is indeed limitless.'
'After all, what woman doesn't love beauty?'
"If we want to deliver on time, we'll probably need to pay about fifty percent more."
Mr. White spoke again at this moment, "If I take the original price of these two goods, six hundred thousand, and add another half, making it nine hundred thousand dragon coins, there should be plenty of people willing to take out their treasured stock."
"But the problem lies in transportation. After all, transporting goods from the Mist Sea to here isn't easy."
"At most it takes more than half a month, and even if we ignore the cost and rush using teleportation arrays, it'll still take about a week, so..."
"If Lady Marin is willing to pay an additional one hundred thousand dragon coins as a rushing fee, these two goods should be able to make it in time for the Count's birthday banquet. Then naturally, the Count won't be unhappy."
"So?"
Marin roared.
Fortunately, Marin had now turned into a mature woman, so even in her angry state, she still looked charming.
At least she didn't look that twisted anymore.
"So, the total cost comes to one million dragon coins."
After saying that, Mr. White placed his right hand on his left shoulder and bowed, "May I ask, respected Lady Marin, do you require my services?"
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