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Losing seventy gold pieces in one day was rough, but getting a grand majority of all the things we'd needed was easily worth it. Sam and Cassidy were instantly planting and developing the seeds that they'd gotten, and construction of the underground Farming Bunker/Thing was finishing quickly, -now that we had all the wood from the spring thaw, which had caused multiple mud-slides,- and they were already planting a variety of things in the space, while I was busy doing seven things at once.
I was creating the golems for the Planting and Farming, which were made of wood and were very easy to make, as well as healthy for the village, because they released a ridiculous amount of oxygen from their leaves. I hadn't even thought they were still alive, but they were blooming with spring leaves, so clearly they were. As for how that affected the village, I'd decided on an air duct that came from the underground farm to the village, and I spent a full day connecting it to the HVAC system as well as each tent, through little underground tunnels.
The end of the line was in Johann's Forge. Even though each tent had a little nozzle, -if they needed compressed air for anything, which was a pretty common need, surprisingly,- he could make the best use of it, as fuel for his Forge, considering he didn't have any wood burning, only an induction plate, the bursts of flame were very good for heating metal to the proper temperatures, and also for working the Kilns and Crucible, both of which needed insane temperatures to properly operate.
The air-quality of the entire village increased literally overnight, and many people were dizzy the next day, having slowly become accustomed to the thinner air of the mountain. Still, everyone was fine, and most appreciated the new energy they could put into things without being out of breath constantly.
Another thing in my strict schedule was managing the little vibration golem's I needed to make for the 'Items' we had apparently, -without my knowledge,- sold to that merchant caravan, or at least the herbalist who was traveling with them. That had brought me up short, actually, knowing that we'd sold a hundred units to her, worth half a gold piece each, and we still needed to give her twenty gold pieces.
"What in gods name did you buy from her that was worth seventy thousand dollars?!?" I snapped at Clark immediately upon realizing this.
He scratched his head slowly, taken aback by my sudden appearance, and then sighed. "Well... I bought a year's worth of this realms version of women's products, and there was a selection, and I was flustered, so I just bought it all? And then I saw she had penicillin, and this realm's version of Aspirin that Luna had recommended I buy, so I got her entire supply of that... and then I saw she had the Herbs to make cold medicine, flea medicine for the horses, tick medicine, and a variety of other things I've had to waste magic on so far, and now I won't have to... and then I found she had cannabis, and that was a welcome find, to be honest, because my stress levels have been through the fucking roof, so I bought as much as she was willing to sell of that, as well as some plants to harvest on my own time... then I saw she had a variety of plants I didn't actually know what they did, so I bought them and I plan on asking Luna what they do at a later date." He cleared his throat softly, looking away from my incredulous expression.
"What... the... fuck?" I sat down, sighing and rubbing my forehead.
"Oh! And she actually promised to bring back the profits, apparently she and Kindle worked out that she'd keep ten percent of the profit for her operating fee, for the Items and the Saffron, and it's estimated to be about-"
"Wait, she paid for the saffron, as well?" I asked, frowning.
"Well... yes..." he blushed.
"So... you spent...310 thousand? Because that Saffron, according to Kindle, was worth 240 gold pieces, bare minimum, and she could sell it for double or even triple that." I clarified carefully.
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Lost in Transit
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