"5 Gold Lei for 10 liters."
"Sister, aren't you raising the price a bit too much? You could buy 10 liters for 3 Silver Lei before..."
"Take it or leave it."
"..."
"If you aren't buying, please leave."
"You cursed profiteer, you—you shameless Yellow Dragon, the place where you sleep in your slumber must be a rotting swamp!"
"Oh, so are you going to buy it or not?"
"Damn it... give me 30 liters!"
Oh ho ho, it's completely a sellers' market now... Melina pulled her head back in stealth. This water seller was simply too arrogant now; she'd probably sell it for 5 Gold Lei today and 6 Gold Lei tomorrow!
The Banshees were rather carefree.
This one was as obnoxious as ever.
Precisely because of this, Banshees were also occasionally called backpackers.
"Wait, wait a minute?" Melina widened her eyes. "Wasn't it just 5 Gold Lei a moment ago?"
"Hey, I'm going to arrest you for disturbing the market."
A race that represented the spread of various supplies across the world.
"..."
"Take it or leave it."
What she said sounded weird; it felt like she was hinting at something.
The Banshee selling Holy Water looked quite young, probably an outsider Banshee who perhaps took on a commission while carrying a massive quantity of supplies here, and then sold them off.
The way to win was by wasting their time, making the boss feel like they were a hassle, and not buying anything at all, just running your mouth purely for sport.
Chapter 627