Tsukikage Hatsuka tapped the Holy Grail with the Little Gold Rod, making a clear, ringing sound. Smiling, she said, "This one's pure gold, one hundred percent. Its value alone should completely cover your costs. We might even end up owing you money."
Fang Cheng hadn't expected to make a profit from a beat-up old cup he'd picked up. Interested, he asked, "How much might you owe me?"
Tsukikage Hatsuka assured him, "I don't know yet. We'll have to take it back and get it appraised. Don't worry, our shop's built on trust and years of good reputation. We won't short you a single cent."
Fang Cheng smiled. "I don't care about the money. I'm not interested in money. I don't mind if you make a profit. I just want to be friends with you."
Over the past two days, the importance of information and teamwork had become abundantly clear. No matter how strong you were, without information, you were groping around in the dark.
So Fang Cheng was eager to get on good terms with Tsukikage Hoshi. Maybe she'd give him a discount the next time he bought information.
Tsukikage Hatsuka chuckled. "There's no need to suck up to the landlady. Everyone who comes through our door is a guest. We don't play favorites."
Fang Cheng glanced at the Catnip scattered across the driver's seat.
There was no need to suck up to the landlady, but it was definitely worth sucking up to this cat. She didn't seem like the type who couldn't be swayed, either.
"Oh, right!" Just before leaving, Fang Cheng remembered something and asked, "Is your Izakaya the Fox Immortal House that buys monster corpses on the black market?"
He'd thought Tsukikage Hatsuka's voice sounded familiar. It was only when he saw them buying the Holy Grail