The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 949

Chapter 949 Bargaining

While Lotus and Dana argued over who would get to pick the spot for lunch, Karl attended to the next shopper to stop at their stall.

It was an elderly Dwarf with age worn boots and no shirt under his coveralls, exposing his bare arms, while his beard hid his upper chest.

"How can I help you this morning? We have a variety of items available, and more in our Guild Bank, if you need something that's not on display." Karl offered.

The Dwarf looked the items over, and smiled as he read some of the runes.

"Water. I want a spell that makes water, as much as you can." He insisted.

Karl gestured to the Overlord Ranked statue on the counter. "That's about as much water as I can make for you, without causing property damage, that is."

The filthy dwarf laughed. "Well, I suppose that would be a consideration if you were making enough. How much is that spell intended to make?"

"A thousand litres a second for one minute per activation. It takes a fair bit of mana to make it work, but it's designed to fill irrigation canals without causing them to overflow their banks.""

The Dwarf nodded, then smiled. "And if I asked you to make something that would be much more water, could you do it?"

"If you wanted to fill an entire lake behind a dam or something equally insane, I could personally create you about seven million litres a minute. But I don't have any material available that would stand up to a spell of that magnitude." Karl explained.

A few passing shoppers stopped to stare at Karl. "Did that translate wrong? I heard that as millions of litres. One of them commented.

The Trollish shaman beside him nodded. "I heard it that way too."

Karl smiled and focused on speaking directly to the Troll. "Yes, as an Overlord, the [Thousand Year Flood] spell creates seven million litres a minute. It would be more impressive if I were a Totem, but that's what I can do with it."

The Troll smiled, and the Dwarves nodded in satisfaction.

"You really did mean millions. Now, I can't afford that, but I wasn't expecting such a large number. Hell, you would probably need to make the statue out of pure Dwarven Mythril so it didn't shatter under the effects of a spell that powerful." The shirtless Dwarf replied.

"What does a kilo of Dwarven Mythril go for?" The Troll asked.

"About a hundred thousand gold coins?" The Dwarf beside him replied, then burst into laughter.

The Troll shrugged. "Guess I can't afford it either. We might could trade you the city for it?" _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

They all burst into laughter, along with a couple of the nearby vendors. Realistically, it would be about two gold coins for every resident of the city to buy the materials, but the majority of the people in town made less than one Gold Coin a month from their jobs.

Purchasing such a ridiculous item was simply out of the question, even if they had somewhere to store all that water.

"Spare me some coins, and we can split the use of the statue." The shirtless Dwarf suddenly demanded of a passing farmer, who was giving a newly purchased pitchfork a loving expression.

"The what now? What are you on about." The farmer demanded.

"Water creation statue. It's enough to fill the irrigation canals between your farm and mine. I can't flood them without flooding your side as well, so shouldn't we share the cost?"