Dungeon Miner Slave

DMS Chapter 42

Flinx suddenly thought of something regarding his need for gold coins. He really did not want to use his mana stones in trading with the locals. Since he was with Barthos, the caravan master, he thought of selling his 10 kilograms of salt to the man. He was thinking that since the caravan would be stopping in different towns and villages, the caravan could sell his salt in those places. He could sell the salt himself to those towns and villages, but Flinx did not want to bother doing so.

“Barthos, are you interested in purchasing salt from me? They came from my kingdom, and they’re incredibly white and pure,” Flinx told the Caravan Master.

When Barthos asked for samples, Flinx retrieved one kilogram of salt from his 4^th tab space. The salt was still in its original packaging, and Flinx did not care. When Barthos saw the packaging, the caravan master's eyes grew wide at the unrecognizable language on the plastic bag. He even examined the plastic packaging carefully.

Flinx opened the plastic bag carefully, thinking that Barthos could probably use it for something. Both Barthos and his wife's eyes flashed with greed when they saw the white salt. Barthos and Martha both tasted the salt. The caravan master immediately frowned, but Martha looked delighted.

He knew that Barthos frowned in displeasure as a bargaining tactic.

“I can buy that bag of salt from you for 120 gold,” Barthos said.

Flinx was surprised. His goal was 100 gold coins for one kilogram of salt, but the fact that the caravan master offered 120 for his opening salvo meant that the salt was worth more.

“I can give it to you for 140 gold coins if you purchase the remaining salt in my possession. I have 10 kilograms of them. If you’re buying less than that, you have to purchase them for 150 gold coins,” Flinx counteroffered.

Flinx almost laughed out loud when Martha pinched Barhtos. The caravan master ignored his wife and offered another price.

“I’ll purchase all of your salt for 1300 gold coins,” Barthos shouted, and Flinx shouted back, “Deal!” immediately.

He retrieved all of the salt in his 4^th tab space and placed it on Barthos’s feet. Barthos and Martha inspected all of them with such greed in their eyes that Flinx could not help but giggle. The couple started inspecting the salt. After they had inspected the fifth bag, Barthos whispered something to his wife and immediately went to their carriage and closed the door.

Martha and the caravan guard named Ludur stayed. Barthos’s wife inspected the remaining salt while Ludur guarded her and their newly acquired treasure.

After around 20 minutes, the caravan master exited his carriage carrying a small wooden box. Barthos opened the box, and Flinx saw that it was full of gold coins.

“There are 1300 gold coins there,” Barthos said and handed the box to Flinx.

He stored the box of gold coins in his 4^th tab space, but when he looked at the description, his system showed that it was a box containing 1285 gold coins. Flinx frowned and retrieved the box.

“This box only has 1285 gold coins!” Flinx told the caravan master.

“Oh? I must have miscounted,” Barthos said and handed 15 gold coins to Flinx.

Barthos’s wife glared at the caravan master for doing something stupidly cunning against a gold rank magic caster. Flinx just stored just the gold coins in his 4^th tab space and returned the box to the caravan master. He did it that way so he could retrieve the gold coins easily. His 4^th tab space now showed that he had 1345 gold coins. Flinx felt comforted seeing all the gold coins. He now did not have to worry about his finances, and he did not have to touch his mana stones for trading with the locals.

Flinx glared at Barthos, who ignored his glare and told him that the caravan would leave the town in two days. He told the caravan master that he would be there early in the morning two days from then and left.

Ludur followed him, wanting to return to the place where he was assigned to guard.

“Barthos would probably earn a hundred more times from the salt that you sold him,” The guard told Flinx.

He was surprised at how candidly the guard told that statement. Flinx just shrugged and told the guard that he expected it to be that way. He added that he did not want to bother finding customers for the salt.

Flinx headed to the church where he stayed when he arrived in this town. He wanted to give a proper farewell to the priest since the man helped him a lot in adjusting to this world. When he arrived at the church, he saw Priest Anuel sweeping in front of the church’s door.

“Priest Anuel, I will be leaving town for Ilioven the day after tomorrow. I just came here to say goodbye and to treat you guys to lunch,” Flinx told the priest.

“You don’t have to treat us. You’ve already given us a bag of salt, and that’s incredibly expensive. You’ve also shared stories from your homeland with our children,” Anuel said.

Flinx insisted and asked Anuel to leave him in the dining room for an hour. The priest just smiled and led him to the dining room.

He spent 320 dollars on his system shopping site and bought different types of cooked food like roasted chicken, roasted pork, and other types of food. He also purchased sodas and juices, but refrained from buying alcohol. He did not want to get the four old people from the church drunk. After everything was prepared, he called Anuel and the other three old people staying at the church.

Everyone’s eyes grew wide when they saw the spread on the table. Flinx had to tell them what kind of food he had bought, and soon, everyone was eating, talking, and laughing. After a couple of hours, everyone was full, but they only consumed about half of the spread. Anuel told him not to worry because the food would not last long enough to spoil, and the four old people laughed.

Everyone then hugged him, wishing him good luck in his journey. Finally, Anuel hugged him as well, telling him that the priest hoped that he would achieve his goal of being able to return home.

Flinx left the small church that had been his home for a few weeks. He decided to walk around the town to digest all the food that he had eaten. He liked the fact that almost all those he met greeted him, especially the children who were running around playing.

Life in this town bordering a forest full of monsters was hard, but the people were unexpectedly kind. Flinx knew that he was lucky in being able to arrive at this place instead of somewhere more challenging socially, like a huge city in a chaotic kingdom. It allowed him to heal a little from the trauma that he had experienced as a dungeon miner slave for years. Flinx knew that he was far from being fully healed and accepted the fact that he was probably damaged beyond repair, but he would still appreciate peaceful moments such as walking around in this town.

After a couple of hours walking around the town, he went to the tavern to mingle with the people there. He needed more information about the kingdoms in this world, and spending gold to treat adventurers with alcohol would probably be the best source of information that he could get for now.