The innkeeper quietly watched the shadow puppets Qin Ran made with his hands. After a moment of silence, he shook his head.
"They're different."
"They have no souls."
That was what the innkeeper said.
"Souls?"
"Yours are just ordinary shadow puppets too. They don't have souls either, do they?"
Boer blinked.
Ahem, ahem.
The innkeeper cleared his throat several times. This was the first time he had realized how irritating Boer could be. The man didn't even know how to hold a conversation. How had he become a merchant?
You didn't buy your reputation and merchant credentials, did you?
Under the innkeeper's glare, Boer scratched his cheek sheepishly and fell silent.
The innkeeper looked at Qin Ran again.
"Do you think I'm lying to you?"
The innkeeper asked, then continued without waiting for Qin Ran to speak. "Sometimes, just because you can't see something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. If you have enough talent, you should be able to see it."
"I also believed you would be able to see it."
"Unfortunately..."
As he spoke, the innkeeper shook his head regretfully, as though lamenting something.
Boer said nothing.
But deep down, Boer believed Holruf was trying to scam them.
He had seen similar tricks in the Morsa Borderlands.
Some people also called themselves Demon Hunters, while others outright claimed to be Demigods. Then they opened with this sort of mystifying talk, describing a series of things that sounded like cause for concern. In the end, though, it always came back to Gold Pintons.
Simply put: Gold Pintons were all-powerful and could solve anything.
To sum it up: I bluff, you pay.
There wasn't even a middleman taking a cut.
Of course, Holruf was different.
At the very least, Holruf had to be a con man with some genuine ability.
Otherwise,