Durutol Island, Duru Town.
"Hmm? How much did you say this cost?" An orange-haired beauty with a shapely figure was holding a strappy outfit in a clothing store, arguing with a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man stood about 1.45 meters tall, with center-parted hair, small eyes, a pointed chin, and a rather incongruous drooping mustache.
The man rubbed his hands together in front of him, a helpless expression on his face,
as he introduced the garment to this beautiful young girl who looked wealthy. "Take a look. This was handwoven from premium silkworm-fish silk from the West Blue, and the trim here was sewn with golden eagle underwing down from the South Blue."
A sharp gleam flashed through the orange-haired beauty's eyes as she stared at the man. "You think I don't know my stuff? This is clearly ordinary silk from Bayesitu Island on the Grand Line. And this isn't golden eagle underwing down either. It's underwing down from this island's gray seagulls."
How could the middle-aged man have imagined that this girl, who looked only sixteen or seventeen, would know so much about clothing?
His face turned somewhat pale.
"Ahem, ahem... I'll sell it to you for a hundred thousand Beli!"
The orange-haired girl raised an eyebrow. "This fabric is worth a hundred thousand? Twenty thousand Beli!"
Cold sweat was already seeping from the shopkeeper's forehead. This girl was both forceful and knowledgeable. It seemed he had met his match today.
He could only say sheepishly, "M-miss, yes, this is already the lowest price. I can't go any lower."
The orange-haired girl pulled over the young man standing beside her and said to the shopkeeper, "Do you know who he is? He's my man!"
Only then did the middle-aged man notice the young man beside her and take a