Vs Trading
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The lady drinks milk from a glass and she puts the glass down on the table licking her lips.
"I see."
Rem's Thoughts: "I first arrived here and I didn't get any sort of offer for milk, was I needed to do the secret code or something? Darn it, I was in the mood for milk."
"I understand the situation." The lady said
Felt: "Well, let's begin. Let's see who gets the highest price. I don't care who ends up with the Insignia. I'll give it to the one who offers the highest price."
"Mhm. You have a good character, I like it."
This lady looks at Rem.
"So how much is she offering?"
Rem pulls her phone out.
"I'll be trading my Metia for the Insignia."
Rem goes to the camera.
"I believe it's one of a kind and it's rare in this world."
She takes a picture of this lady, The lady was off her guard for a moment when that flash came.
Rem: "Ah! Not again! I'm sorry for that!"
She shows the lady the picture of herself.
"A-anyway, it's rare and this old man right here guarantees that it's only worth 25 holy coins."
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"A Metia."
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"Actually my client gave me more money. This means I can offer a higher price than initially stated."
Rem: "Oh I see, I guess you, Miss Elsa is also entrusted by the client?"
"Yes"
She nods.
"My client is the one who wants the Insignia. Are you perhaps in the same industry?"
Rem scratches her own head.
"Well, the people who are in the same industry as me are people who do work based on what they're good at in hopes to satisfy others."
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Rem's Thoughts: "That didn't sound weird, did it?"
Felt looks at Elsa.
"So, this what I assume, ehh prostitute girl offers a high price for it."
Rem: "Prostitute??"
Felt: "How much can your client offer?"
Elsa pulls out a small pouch, and she opens for the coins to fall out on the table.
Felt eyes shot up as her jaw dropped when she saw this much.
Rem doesn't know what's the deal but she could guess it's a lot.
Old Man Rom counts them as Rem and Elsa stare at each other for a while.
"Exactly 20 holy coins." Said by the old man.
Elsa: "This is all that my client has given me. Is it too little?"
Rem looks nervous, and possibly doesn't know what to do, she can offer her pen or diamond ring to compete that- but-
Old Man Rom: "Stop giving such a pathetic face. "
Rem looks at him.
"Didn't I say that your Metia is worth at least 25 holy coins?
Rem: "Huh? Really? I don't remember…"
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"Well this means that this young lady right here offers a higher price for this trade."
He says as he looks at Elsa.
"Though I feel sorry for your client, but please take the coins back with you."
Said by this old man.
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Rem starts shaking as she clenches her hands.
She raises her hands up and screams in happiness.
"Fantástica!!"
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Rem looks at them, looking why she just did that.
"S-sorry for that… I may not look like it, but I'm the type of person that has bad luck in them… I usually never win anything at all."
Felt: "I didn't say anything, but if you feel proud then I guess continue being proud of yourself. I'm glad as long as I earn something out of it."
Elsa stands up and looks at Rem.
"I'm very sorry, Miss Elsa. Your client might get angry…"
Elsa shakes her head.
"It can't be helped."
"It's the client who offers too little, so there's no one else to blame."
She finishes drinking the milk from the glass and she puts it down.
"It's a pity we can't trade. I'll take my leave now."
She licks her lips.
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"I have to ask. What do you plan to do with the Insignia?"
Rem looks rather happy to win, even though she loses her phone for this.
���Ah, well. I'll give it back to the owner. I think her name was… Sa-"
Old Man Rom and Felt, just gasped a little when they heard she was going to return it to the owner, and for Elsa. She doesn't look very happy, but she is smiling.
Rem didn't know what they gasped about until Rem looked at Elsa's face.
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Elsa: "I see."
She looks at Rem, smirking.
"So you are on her side..."