Chicken and poulet

A man dressed casually walked down the unsually busy streets of the small city of Bcoudnege, a city that was strangely not so rich despite it's spot right next to the world dungeon, the reason was because the city had been created too late and had only gotten the crumbs since other cities had already monopolised the exchange of the materials from the world dungeon, this was however unknown to the man walking down the street, he couldn't bother with this kind of things, he had come for the festival that was regularly held in this city and also because he needed to buy a new rooster for his small farm, the last one had been eaten by a fox.

Some would have said to keep at least two roosters, so that if one died the other could take over but roosters just couldn't live together they kept fighting until one came on top and even then the fighting wouldn't stop, no, it was better to only have one.

He couldn't wait for one of the small chicks to grow up, so he took the occasion and went on to search for one.

Until now, he had seen a few people selling chicken but not many selling roosters that seemed to be any good, up until he came across a stall that sold vegetables and chickens, including roosters.

The vendor seemed a bit weird as he wore a blank grey mask with clearly no holes to see through and wore all black, except a brown apron, he was holding a large rooster in his arms, a grey one with orange feathers here and there.

The animal didn't seem to be thinking of flying off at all and stayed put, the man noticed that both the vegetables and chickens were quite a bit larger than what he had ever seen but they didn't seem overfed at all, they were just larger.

The man decided that it would be good to start of with a joke, that way perhaps he would get a discount.

"Hello sir, that's quite the big co-" started saying the man, a classic.

"Listen, the first time it was funny but the seven hundred and fifty-second time, it's fucking annoying" spoke the man in a gravelly voice, the joke was a failure.

"Anything you're interested in?" immediately spoke the vendor right after, sounding much nicer all of a sudden.

"I would like to buy a rooster, how much is it?" asked the man as he scratched his beard.

"Seventy deniers" flatly answered the vendor.

The man felt himself slipping for a moment, the price was very high usually it would sell for twenty or twenty five, maybe thirty if you push it but seventy?

"D-Do they have something special?" then questionned the man, perhaps he had run into a professional breeder or something and his chickens were the top of the top.

"Well, I keep my ways a secret but you are right on that, my roosters are very docile to their owners, reproductive machines, their offsprings have a much higher chance of surviving and share the previous qualities of their progenitor, they have high resistances to common ailments and are much bigger and stronger than other roosters, the one I am holding can lift a small child for a bit in the air and not even be tired afterwards" explained the man, sounding very proud of his chickens, the rooster in his arms even striking poses.

"Basically the same thing for my vegetables, by the way" he added afterwards.

He must have sounded particularily convincing to the man, because he decided to take one of his roosters.

"I'll put this one away, you can come get it when you'll leave the city, you may pay now or later" said the vendor as he put a rooster into a special box, writing a number on top of it.

"Alright, see you at the end of the festival!" said the man before going on with his day, the festival would last some time.

Vlasfimia wasn't lying about the quality of his products, they were the best of the best among their respective species, he cultivated his vegetables and raised his chickens inside the dungeon after all, it's influence making them better versions of themselves, enhancing them.

Given enough time, a chicken could be able murder a goblin but selling this kind of things to people would get him problems for sure and this ones had only been raised and grown on the second floor, going even deeper or on floors with elements could fetch even better products but again selling this kind of things would get him issues.

So he just settled with this for now, if he were to ever make even better things, he would have to sell them through Duaparc, just like he did for just about everything he did, she had quite a bit of connections.

After a whole day, Vlas had already sold everything he had, the first day was always the one that sold the best as everyone is mostly here and the fights only start on the second, meaning that people have to kill time.

Since, he didn't have any restock, his stall would only ever be used again at the end of the festival when those who reserved chickens would come get them, until then, he was free to do whatever.

"Damn, I have nothing to do" he spoke out loud as the realisation struck him, he didn't have anything that needed to be done, he did have ideas but these were more situational, Vlasfimia avoided preparing when he would do something objectionable, he liked taking opportunities when they showed up like with that receptionist.

Thinking of which, Vlas saw from the corner of his eyes, the man, the myth, the legend of Bcoudnege investigatory service.

"Officier Swingtatangom, always right on time!" exclaimed the grey-masked man, raising his arms in the air in delight, lying right in the face if this guy was always invigorating.

"Hello, Vasfimia, I suppose you know why I'm here?" spoke the detective, he always said that first with his tough voice and all.

"Not at all, perhaps here to say hello to a friend?" responded Vlas.

"No, I am here to question you about the disappearance of a newly hired receptionist at the guild" he said, already looking exasperated.

"They hire people at the guild?" Vlas answered with a meaningless question.

"Yes, they did, now do you know anything about this?" spoke the officier, you could see in his eyes that he knew he was going to receive a cut to his salary already.

"Nope, never notice a new receptionist, you know I never pay much attention to people around me" replied Vlas.

"You should question Mank about it, he is always looking suspicious" he then said, moving his right hand in front of the detective's face.

"The guy who claims you broke his brother's back?" asked Swingtatangom.

"Yes, that guy" Vlasfimia responded as he nodded with his arms crossed.

"Anyways, why do you always question me whenever there's a disappearance, murder or rape in this city? I know that I am very handsome and attractive but you could use another excuse to talk to me" said Vlas, doing his best to not laugh.

"My guts tell me that you're not clear" answered the detective, he had pretty nice guts, making Vlas curious about what color they were.

"But it's been multiple years and you still got nothing, isn't your salary basically nothing now?" then said the masked adventurer, the detective recoiled as if he had been struck when reminded about his salary, he thought about it all the time but hearing it from someones mouth hurt in a different way.

"Anyways, aren't are you working on the serial killer than takes the eyes of prostitutes right now? You should focus on that one, instead of dispersing yourself" Vlas actually offered a good advice but he knew that his advice wouldn't work.

"The case was taken away from me, I only have this disappearance to work on" said the detective, he had completely forgotten that this was supposed to be an interrogation.

"Welp, that's too bad" simply said the actual culprit of the crime as he patted the detective's shoulder.

"Better luck next time"