The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 489

Chapter 489 Market Stop

The entrance to the market was a wide street, enough for six wagons to pass, or four with two rows of them parked near the buildings.

That was where Karl stopped Thor, at the edge of the market, in a quieter section close to a small group of clothing vendors surrounded by baked goods. That would distract the ladies for a while, and they wouldn't have to go too far from the wagon, so if either group got in trouble, they could send reinforcements.

If Karl sent over Remi with her last bodyguard, the two Lamia and Rae's Golems, they shouldn't have any trouble at all dealing with whatever was bothering the ladies. Thor was too nervous to let them out of his sight without a barrier anyhow. [You say that like I'm being paranoid. But what if they get tired, or sprain an ankle, or the straps from the shopping bags dig into their hands?] Thor countered.

[You have a point. It's better to be safe than sorry. Just keep the barrier at a low level so they don't alarm people with a powerful active skill while they're shopping.]

The Cerro needn't have worried about the shopping because only a few minutes later, one of the Naga Warriors was headed back with a whole load of baked goods. It just silently dropped the goods on the seat beside Karl and rushed back to its position, clearly unhappy about having been made a messenger.

It did relax the clothing vendors that were closest to Karl. Sending back loads of shopping before going on a long trip was expected. With a group like theirs, they would go through a lot of food, and a merchant had enough money not to have to survive on base travel rations and jerky.

They had been gone half an hour when sudden movement caught Karl's attention, and a plume of fire burst from the back of the wagon as a cursing homeless man went running down the street with singed gloves.

He must have reached into the back of the wagon to steal the pies and earned Hawk's ire.

Karl heard the laughter from the merchants closest to his wagon, and the jeweller who had stepped out of his shop to have a smoke.

A merchant wagon stopped on the street beside Karl, and a small group of guards got off to do their shopping while the wagon blocked a bit more of the road, as the curb was all full already.

"Morning." Karl greeted the wingless green demon.

"Morning. I don't suppose you have a buyer for an entire barrel of cooking oil. Decent quality, but not premium. My buyer rejected it." He asked.

"I will trade you a barrel of low-quality Rum for it. It was supposed to go to the coast, but they turned it down as well."

Karl actually had a few barrels left, but nobody in his group really drank alcohol.

"I will make that deal. Barrel for barrel. Where are you headed next?"

"To go see the Trolls." The other merchant nodded in understanding, and nodded at the barrel in his open wagon.

"Once the guards get back, they can give us a hand."

Karl chuckled and grabbed the rum barrel. "Here. I'll trade you."

He handed it over and grabbed the oil to take its place.