To be fair, although the name of Old Peter's Stinky Feet Shop is a bit off, the decoration is indeed very fairy-like and very much in line with the elf style.

The moment he walked in, Dean thought he was in a forest. The fresh smell of vegetation, as well as the wildly growing flowers and vines all around, filled the whole room with the scent of nature.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath and showed an expression of enjoyment.

"Every time I see something like this, I feel that you humans are really pitiful."

An old elf with gray hair and a cane came out, shook his head and sighed.

"I'm stuck in this smelly city every day, no wonder I have so many twists and turns."

Seeing the old elf who only reached his chest come in from the back door and sit on the small wooden stool with a stinky face, Dean looked at Ryan questioningly and got a look of approval from him.

"This is the shop owner, a very respected senior among the elves, Mr. Haidt."

Following Ryan's words, Dean greeted the old elf politely, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Haight."

The old elf nodded.

Ryan pushed him forward two steps and introduced, "This is the new customer I brought to you. He just came to our District 13 and runs a selective breeding house. He wants to find a store that can supply goods for a long time.

I thought of you as soon as I heard it, so I brought you here."

"Humph, you have some conscience."

Old Hatter picked up his glasses from the table, put them on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Dean with an appraising expression.

"She looks pretty good. It's above the standard. I'll charge less."

Ryan, who had long been accustomed to his standard of judgment, handed over An Qing Ya Ya in his arms.

"Look! It's a cub!"

Old Haite's face darkened, "Take it, take it, Old Haite's standard for collecting money will not be shaken by such a small thing!"

Seeing Ryan's hand holding the little cub slowly move away, Old Hatter breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to Dean's hand.

"Write and ask for whatever you want."

This was the first time Dean had seen this wild purchasing method. He looked at Ryan and saw confirmation in the other's eyes, then he picked up a pen, wrote down the medicinal materials he needed, and handed them back to Hai.

special.

The old elf took it and looked at it, "It's quite common... just leave the address and I'll send it to you later."

Old Haite's cheerfulness made Dean a little unresponsive for a moment.

He stared blankly at the token handed over by Old Haite, feeling that something was missing.

Ryan sighed and reminded: "Collect the deposit!"

By the way, there is this thing.

Old Haite's face darkened.

"Collect, collect, collect, it's really troublesome."

"Total..."

He counted the days on his fingers for a long time and couldn't help showing an irritated expression.

"Ah, Heit hates arithmetic, why doesn't the elder send a smart elf?!"

"Hait is old! Old!"

He slammed the table angrily, completely ignoring the palm prints left on the cashier counter made of evergreen trees, shouting that he was old, and smashed the jar and said: "...twenty!"

"I'll charge you twenty in total, and I'll give you one-tenth of the deposit...two gold!"

Dean, who had also estimated a normal price, was once again stunned. With so many medicinal materials, if placed in Area 6, they would cost thirty gold. However, in Haite, they were cut off by one-third.

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He suddenly felt that he might not be able to do business.

"Are you sure you only need twenty?"

Haite tugged on his long beard impatiently, and his eyes, which had been tortured by calculations, began to have red bloodshot eyes.

"Be sure, sure, if it's less, you've earned it! If it's more, you can't calculate it, and you deserve it!"
Chapter completed!