Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended

CHAPTER 189: Triple Whammy

Daisuke lightly tapped the chest section of his leather armor with a sigh of relief. It's so nice to be back in my own skin again, he thought as he made his way to a familiar blacksmith.

His expression turned sour, however, when he noted the "closed" sign hanging on the door, its cold presence staring back at him like an unwelcome scowl.

Daisuke's lip curled into a snarl as his fingers tightened around the dagger. For a moment, he considered slicing the signage to ribbons to release his pent-up frustration, but as people began to slow down and whisper among themselves, curious eyes fixed on him, he reluctantly stowed the weapon and let out an exasperated sigh.

I traveled weeks! Weeks! Daisuke fumed inwardly, his frustration mounting as he glared at the sign. I came all this way to finally get my hands on some new weapons... and this is what I'm faced with? Just what the actual hell man!

"Anyway," he muttered, spinning on his heel. "Complaining won't get me anywhere. Might as well head out for that quest." His thoughts shifted as he paused, cupping his chin. "Wait a minute... wasn't it possible to lease a weapon from the Adventurers' Guild? I'll give that a shot until I can get my weapons forged. And while I'm at it, I should probably send a letter to Lord Chadrick Rotherham. I did promise him, after all."

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DING~

The bell above the door of the Dravenhart Apothecary chimed as Lyndoria stepped inside. Behind the counter were two girls wearing a pleasant smile. Silvestia didn't miss the fleeting hint of anxiety that flashed in the woman's eyes as she approached, which reminded her of the man who nearly destroyed their lives.

"Welcome! How can I help you today?" Silvestia greeted warmly.

"Hello, I was hoping to procure some potions," Lyndoria said, then paused to admire them. "By the way, your dresses are lovely. They suit you both perfectly."

Fay lowered her gaze shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Silvestia frowned a tad, her smile remaining steady as she tilted her head. "That's nice of you to say, but I'm afraid flattery won't earn you any discounts here."

Both Lyndoria and Fay smiled awkwardly, though Lyndoria's eyebrow twitched a little in exasperation.

"I-I'm so sorry," Fay quickly stepped in, offering an apologetic bow. "I think what she meant to say is that we'd be happy to help with your request. What kind of potions are you looking for?"

The tension in Lyndoria's expression eased at the pink-haired girl's warm professionalism. "Thank you. I was hoping to buy some Omni-Remedy potions, if you have any in stock."

"Of course. How many would you like?"

"Fifteen. How much are they per bottle?"

"Thirty gold each," Silvestia answered smoothly, reclaiming the conversation.

"Th-Thirty?" Lyndoria echoed in disbelief. "But it's twenty-five gold in Wonderelle."

The feisty young clerk narrowed her eyes with a condescending smirk. "Well, this is Lunarel—the capital of this magnificent kingdom—where the Omni-Remedy costs thirty gold. Ever heard of supply and demand? Do you know nothing about economics?"

This little! Infuriated, Lyndoria grinded her teeth, her fingers curling into trembling fists. The thought of planting her knuckles in the girl's head gave her immense satisfaction. But the insolent brat wasn't finished—her smirk made that abundantly clear.

Scrutinizing the fuming customer, Silvestia's gaze narrowed at the maid's uniform hugging the woman's unimpressive frame. It bore a resemblance to the attire worn by waitresses at local taverns and cafés, raising her suspicions.