The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 955

Chapter 955 Dwarven Sensibilities

As soon as the Governor was gone, the locals flooded in to see what Karl and his group had for sale.

Most of them hadn't been interested in buying magical accessories today, but once the adventurers left, they would still be living in a desert, and water was a precious commodity.

The cistern below the city might be full, but it also contained the runoff of the city streets. It was good enough for washing, or feeding animals, but only the most desperate would drink it themselves, even after boiling it.

There were purification spells widely available, but those who would drink cistern water or puddle water were unlikely to be able to afford one.

But now that the cistern was actually full, and not just an emergency backup, perhaps the Dwarven Clerics would purify the whole thing, and make it safe enough for general use.

The stall was quickly crowded with shoppers, even after they had realized that the runic magical items were prohibitively expensive.

They already had arrangements with the Trollish Shamans to come around and fill their water barrels or household cisterns, so it wasn't like they would die without spending a month's salary or more on a magical ring.

But for the shopkeepers, especially the restaurants, this was a golden opportunity. Purifying water for many trades, like pottery and paper making, was a long and painful process. But the rings made pure water.

The restaurants simply saw an opportunity to get ahead of their competition.

How luxurious would it be to be able to offer free water at the table in the desert? Normally, it was a limited item that they charged for. They could steal customers every day with service like that.

Then, someone realized that they had forgotten one minor detail during the massive rainstorm.

The effect that Karl and Remi had caused was roughly a hundred kilometres in radius. But the next two cities, Banar to their west and Shatholaled to the south, were roughly one hundred and twenty kilometres away.

How mad were they going to be that a massive storm had washed away the drought, right up to the farms closest to their city? Wouldn't that feel like a direct slight to them?

Also, were they all cursed? Shatholaled wasn't in the desert, and it got regular coastal storms, so it was likely fine. But Banar was definitely in the desert, and built along one of the few rivers that carried runoff from the mountains in Nulnalgat through Gabil.

It might still be suffering from the curse, and the storm didn't make it to their city walls.

"Mister Karl, will you be stopping at Banar? They're in a similar situation to us, and outside the storm area. I bet that they would thank you for breaking the curse on them as well." One of the beastkin men asked as he examined the details of a [Ring of Tidiness].

"This ring, will it clean my entire hotel?" A large Werebear man asked. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}