"I think you could give me that box as payment for saving you. I'd be more than happy to make that deal," Ruger said.
The Beast-Eared Witch blinked and quietly put away the little box in her hand, which had a distinctly metallic feel.
"Sir, I believe I have a few things you need..." The Faith Wizard gestured toward his Storage Pocket.
"Perhaps we could make a partial trade. Say, fifty percent of what's in that box. You keep half, and the other half pays for your rescue," Ruger continued.
That foolish beast-eared woman, who wouldn't cooperate by driving up the price, had shown how empty her Storage Pocket was right from the start, disrupting his auction.
So he deliberately ignored the Faith Wizard, leaving the man to stew for a while.
"For just half, you get to decide what happens to these people. You can dispense your justice right here, swiftly and cleanly, and wipe out these vile fellows who trick Wizards into becoming monster food," Ruger added, spreading his hands.
The expression of the Faith Wizard standing nearby changed.
"I'm sorry, sir. These really are important to me."
The Beast-Eared Witch looked deeply guilty, her face full of apology.
The enthusiastic furry woman who had raced all this way proclaiming that she would save others let her ears droop.
"May I ask why you want them, sir?" Her eyes brightened slightly as she asked, "If you want to take them back to the Association and exchange them for Magic Stones and Merit Stone, I can try to find another way to arrange that. If you want to study them, though, that would probably be very difficult. Lord Gautier the Hair-Grower's creations aren't so easy to unravel. Take the one I just used, Sacred Silver Attire. It looks like