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The old fat man tapped the table's counter repeatedly as he waited for Emery to make a decision. Emery had thought about this, if he would sell these for a total ten coins profit, then he would have enough to at least buy probably a decent sword and a shield or something else. 

Just as when he was about to say yes, it was Lanzo's turn to cut him off. "Hey, are you sure about this? Why don't we check out other places? We both know this healing paste and stamina potion should be worth at least three times."

"I got this, Lanzo," said Emery when the alchemy expert snorted.

The owner said, "Kids, my shop is the best there is in this city and in our kingdom! Even the royal physician often comes here for supplies."