Karl slowed to a stop at the edge of the farm to approach at a more human looking jog. He wasn't trying to terrify the people or their animals, and running across the field faster than anyone would dare to drive a car was likely to do exactly that.
As he jogged down the driveway toward the house, an older man, likely the father or grandfather of the current generation of farmers, came out to greet him.
"That's some mighty fine stamina you have, young man." He announced once Karl had come to a stop.
"Thanks. A long jog is good for the lungs. I came toward town looking for a few things to make a special birthday dinner for one of my team members. It's her birthday, and we're stationed in the wilderness some distance off, ensuring an Anomaly is dealt with." The man nodded. "If you need to commandeer some items, we will spare you what we can. There is more variety at the store in town."
Karl smiled and took a pair of gold coins out of his bag. "They might be from the monsters, but they're pure gold. The bank should take them in trade without an issue. All I need is a turkey, fresh heavy cream, butter, and some cake mix if you have it. It would be easier than making one from scratch."
The old man was looking at the two gold coins in shock. Sure, they were from the monsters, but that was still four ounces of gold.
A young man and woman came from around the corner of the house, likely from the barn, and Karl nodded to them, alerting the old man to their presence.
"Ah, meet my boy Gerald, and his bride to be, Roxanne."
Karl smiled. "Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials. Let me see here, I do believe that I have just the thing for a wedding present."
Karl pulled two items out, a simple gold chain with thick links in the style most men preferred, and a ruby pendant. Working men didn't wear a ring, instead they would put their wedding ring on a necklace, so it didn't get damaged. If tragedy or the plague hit and nobody was left to take care of arrangements, the chain holding his ring was supposed to be enough to pay for both of their funerals, so that a married couple always knew they would be taken care of and could be buried with their wedding rings.
The farmers stared at him in shock. "Sir, we cannot accept a gift like this. It is too much."
Karl laughed. "It's only right. I am a Royal Rank Elite, how could I give a wedding gift like I still worked the mines? Besides, I'm here on business. I need a turkey, heavy cream, butter, and cake mix."
"A Prince? Sir, we apologize, we didn't know." They all bowed in unison and Karl laughed. "Stand, stand. You didn't know because I didn't tell you. I'm not here to flex my rank, just to get ingredients for a birthday dinner. A special lady to me wants turkey and dumplings for dinner, and our Cleric wants to make her a cake."
The young woman ran inside, and came back out with a large wicker basket full of goods only a minute later. The pantry and the freezer must have been right at the door because she was fast, and there was a frozen turkey in that basket.
Karl added one more gold coin when he saw that there was not only cake mix, but also a bag of confectioner's sugar and a bottle of vanilla extract to make icing in there.
Those weren't items that most farmers kept on hand unless there was a celebration coming, so they were likely bought for the wedding.
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