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"What do you mean?" Urter asked, his expression dark.

"I'm sorry, sir, but my shop is not open for business right now," the merchant said. His voice was shaking, but he was determined.

Urter glared at the man. It was embarrassing to be blocked by a merchant in the middle of the town. If he was alone, he would have just admitted defeat. Now, however, he had other people with him. The merchant was just about to tell him the price of the ring, and this sudden shift in attitude meant that he was hiding something.

"Sir, this isn’t the only shop that sells dimensional rings," a man in the crowd stepped forward and said. "If you don’t mind, please, feel free to come to my shop and take a look."