Chapter 71

Chapter 721

"John? Great! You have to come quickly! It's a merchant! One actually seemed to come here! Apparently, Ray spotted him earlier and went out to greet him with the disabled and they managed to convince him to come over here, but he said he would only deal with the camps leader, which is you, so I was rushing over to find you!" Alice said in a hyperactive happy tone reminding him of when they first met bringing a small smile to, he face as he had her lead him to the merchant.

There infront of the house in the middle of the street stood a short figure entirely wrapped up in a thick brown coat with the sleeves hanging loose at there side, a red scarf covering the lower half of their face and a hood covering the rest of their head with 2 large points almost like cat ears flopping over on the top, only a pair of deep glowing green eyes where visible. On there back almost twice as tall and wide as they were sat a sack with 2 straps over there shoulders, some pots and pans clanging on the left and a sleeping bag strapped to the right.

Slowly making his way over with Alice they where quickly Joined by Ash who refused to be left out of something like this.

When the trio where infront of the merchant nothing was said for a minute, both sides seemed to be sizing one another up and studying each other before the merchant seemed to start sniffing and narrowed there eyes at John, a soft hiss coming from them.

"What's a administrative dog doing here? You know you're not normally allowed to interfere or insert yourselves into things, so kindly show me your permit." The merchant finally said, there voice distorted as if using a voice modulator making it hard to tell what their gender was if they even had one to begin with, there words confusing John and the others.

"Uhm what are you talking about? I'm not a administrator or even related to them, I actually have many bones to pick with the-"John started trying to explain only for the merchant to cut him off.

"LIAR! I can smell it on you, the thick smell of those assholes who like to 'regulate' and 'control' everything, driving all the merchants to the ground and forcing them to follow there 'rules' or be labelled a black merchant. Is this some kind surprise spot test? A raid? Trying to crack down on me! Well I have news for you! Everything I have here is above board so suck it!" The snapped back, raising their sleeves and letting 2 small and delicate looking pale hands hands poke out giving them the middle finger confusing John further but making Alice and Ash.

"Can you please listen, I fully hate them just as much as you seem to, maybe I smell like them from being trapped at there centre for a bit or from the deal I made with a imp before I killed them." He says, showing the tattoo on his hand for further emphasis.

"HA! Likely story, there's no way a tubbo like you could kill one of them, the deal part I can believe but killing one? Phff, maybe after a few years of hitting the gym." The merchant retorts clearly not believing it at all.

"Well he was half dead, he broke the rules and we got dragged to their realm place, after leaving we simply took him with as we thought he could be useful." John says, hoping to have the merchant believe him so they can finally try and trade.

"Oh? If so which sector where you in? who was your contact?" The merchant pressed on.

"I have no idea about the sector or whatever but would a Jester like creature whos mask seems to crack the angrier they get count as a contact? Or this person with lots of musical instruments?" John asks unsure.

"Ahah! So, you are an administrative dog! Wait, no, the Jester wouldn't have someone like you in his employ and I've never heard of someone with musical instruments." The merchant says, now seemingly having a mental debate with themselves before narrowing there eyes once more at John.

"If this is some kind of trap, I swear I will make things hell for you, I know people and the manager!" The merchant finally says, there desire for trade and wealth pushing them to take a chance.

moving there bag off their back and planting it infront of them the merchant seemed to walk right into it and right before their eyes the bag started to change, it stretched and swelled forming into a small stand, various items all neatly placed on a circular open centred counter with clear open spaced walkways on its sides allowing a person to see the item lined walls of the new stall. In the open centre of the counter stood the merchant with a strange scale like device at their side, long metal pipes poking out of it with many gauges down its middle shaft, the baskets held on either side seemed to be a rather strange mix of grey light reddish brown rust.

"welcome to my stall, I am the amazing super awesome merchant Z. now what can I interest you fine folks in today? Do you have anything specific you are interested in, or would you like my recommendations? Feel free to look around and tell me what interests you." Z the merchant said in a cheerful tone throwing their arms up in the air before bringing them infront of themselves for a bow, this was clearly something they had practiced often and was done more out of reflex or habit rather than actually welcoming them.