Chapter 81. Tournament Time
If the mana-imbued chips had sold, the enlightenment chips sold like hotcakes, absolutely flying off their shop’s shelves. Although they’d targeted the tournament-visitors, by now, the word-of-mouth about their chips had spread throughout all of Purple Dawn Academy. Teachers, students, staff members, it didn’t matter what their rank or Tier was, they all visited Rhys’s stall to find out what all the fuss was about. Most of the higher-Tier teachers gave Rhys and Bast a knowing look, easily seeing through their physical-only disguises, but none of them called the two of them out on it. Whether they approved, thought it was amusing, or merely didn’t want to bother, Rhys was nonetheless grateful for their discretion.
Gold flowed into his and Bast’s pockets. With the enlightenment chips, Rhys could safely raise the price to ten gold without getting anyone to pause or slow their purchases, they were just that addictive. He quickly made back all the gold he’d spent buying oil and salt, and then some. By the end of the week, he had four times the money than he’d made selling herbs to Sorden, and then some.
Anabel’s new robes were absolutely adorable on him and Bast alike. She’d delivered within days of her offer, and Rhys couldn’t be happier to wear the slinky red number with hip slits that she’d built for him, even if he’d had to start wearing leggings so he could pad his figure to fit the look. Bast, on the other hand, had been less pleased.
“You’re kidding me,” Bast said, holding up the robes.
“What? They’re adorable.”
“Sure. I’d love to see them on a woman.”
“Betsy is a woman.”
“Betsy is me in makeup.”
Rhys clicked his tongue. “You just have to think of it differently. She isn’t you. She’s her own person, and she would love those robes.”
“She doesn’t feel like her own person,” Bast grumbled. He looked at the robes one more time, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll wear them.”