“It’s finally over~~~”
Nessa, who looked as if she had completely burned out and turned ash-gray, lay sprawled across the counter and spoke in a weak, lifeless voice.
“Gas…
Gas…
Gastly…
ヘ(´o`)ヘ”
Gastly looked just as burned out.
He could barely even keep himself floating anymore.
He had used Psychic far too many times today—far more than he ever did during training.
For the first time in his life, he desperately wanted to evolve!
At least then he would have hands and would not have to rely on Psychic for everything.
“Yeah.
I never thought there would be this many people.”
Blake’s face was full of exhaustion too.
Half a year’s worth of stock had been completely emptied in a single day.
Toward the end, even the pearl necklaces and bracelets had been snapped up.
He was probably the only shop owner who had sold out on his very first day of business.
Luckily, everyone running shops nearby was someone he knew.
Otherwise, some jealous shopkeeper might have already stabbed him in the back.
“You’ve all worked hard.
Come here and eat something.”
Anna came over carrying a pile of boxed meals and handed them out one by one.
The fishermen Uncle Sam had brought were all lying around the shop in every possible direction, each one so tired they could barely move.
They struggled to accept the meals and gave simple words of thanks, but none of them immediately started eating.
They were simply too exhausted to have an appetite.
“I feel like I can just close the shop now.
There’s no way I can restock everything anytime soon.”
Blake accepted his meal, thanked Anna, and turned to look at the display counters.
Aside from the private collection pieces that were not for sale, they were completely empty.
If he wanted to refill the counters, it would probably take two or three months at minimum, and that was only to make the shop look stocked again.
Rebuilding his backup inventory might take an entire year.
“Hahahaha, today’s situation was different.
Most of the people here were invited by Chairman Rose, so they were well-known Trainers, famous merchants, and people like that.
They knew the value of what they were looking at.
Once the crowd is mostly regular tourists, things normally won’t be this intense.”
A voice came from outside the door.
Carter walked in with a briefcase and smiled as he spoke to Blake.
“You are…
Oh, right.
You’re the gentleman who bought one of every kind of charm.”
Blake thought for a moment.
After transmigrating, his memory had improved quite a bit, and after carefully recalling the day’s customers, he remembered Carter’s face.
After all, the man had asked a few extra questions at the time.
“Hahahahaha, Mr.
Blake, your memory really is impressive.
In that case, allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Carter Doyle.
Here is my business card.”
Carter smiled.
He had not expected Blake to remember him.
As expected of someone capable of crafting items, there was something remarkable about him.
“Oh, thank you, Mr.
Blake accepted the business card with both hands.
There was not much information printed on it, but every line carried weight.
Carter Doyle—Deputy Director, Human Resources and Security Department, Macro Cosmos Group—Phone: XXXX-XXXX.
“Macro Cosmos?”
Blake sounded a little surprised.
Wasn’t that Rose’s company?
In fact, one could even say that Macro Cosmos was effectively the organization supporting the Galar League behind the scenes.
After all, Rose was practically single-handedly funding the League’s development across the entire region.
“That’s right.
I work for Macro Cosmos.
Of course, don’t let the title printed there fool you.
It sounds impressive, but I’m really just a poor office worker with a fancy job title.” Carter said it with a laugh.
“I see.
In that case, Mr.
Carter, may I ask what you’re looking to buy?
As you can see, aside from the items that aren’t for sale, everything in the shop has already been sold out.”
“Gastly, Gastly.”
Blake looked at Carter as he spoke, and Gastly echoed him from the side.
“Oh, don’t worry.
I’m not here to buy anything.
I came because the items you sell are quite rare.
If you run into any trouble, you can give me a call.
My authority is limited, but I should still be able to help a little.”
Realizing that Blake had misunderstood, Carter quickly explained.
“Then thank you very much, Mr.
Carter.
I’m sorry, I don’t really have anything I can offer as a gift right now.” Blake spoke a little awkwardly.
“Hahahaha, no, no, it’s fine.
I’m the one who showed up uninvited.
How about this?
Are you all free tonight?
I’d like to treat everyone to a meal at the scenic area hotel.”
Carter took the opportunity to ask.
“Um…
wouldn’t that be a bit too much trouble?”
Blake looked at Carter with some hesitation.
In truth, he did not really want to get involved with a corporation.
His family’s money was enough for him to live comfortably for several dozen lifetimes, and opening this shop was mostly just for fun, along with carrying on the family’s traditional craft.
He did not want to take on any other work, especially anything related to companies and corporations.
There was no helping it.
His previous life had left far too deep a shadow on him.
“Ahahahahaha, my mistake, my mistake.
I forgot to consider how exhausted everyone must be after today.
Then let’s do it another day.
Another day, please give me the honor of joining me for a meal.
I won’t disturb you any further today.”
As an excellent company employee, Carter was very good at reading the room.
The moment he noticed Blake’s hesitation, he laughed it off and immediately found an excuse to leave.
“All right.
I’m sorry, we really are tired today.
Let’s do it next time.”
Since Carter was being so polite, Blake could not truly be rude either. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
After all, the man had done nothing wrong, and there might be times in the future when Blake would need his help.
As the saying went, you did not slap a smiling face.
Blake immediately walked out from behind the counter to see him off.
“Hahaha, next time, then.
Next time.
And if anything happens in the future, be sure to contact me.
Believe me, at least here in Hulbury, I can still put in a word or two.”
Carter walked with Blake to the door and spoke softly beside his ear.
After saying that, he patted Blake’s hand, declined Blake’s attempt to escort him any farther, and left with a smile.
“He’s a decent person.
Or rather, he’s someone who knows very well how to handle people.”
Uncle Sam followed them over and commented.
He had been worried Blake might say the wrong thing.
After all, Carter was from Macro Cosmos, and in Galar, people from that company were not exactly easy to offend.
“Yeah.
Although he said it like that, the position of deputy director at Macro Cosmos isn’t something an ordinary person can sit in.
He definitely isn’t simple.
Still, I don’t think I need to worry too much.
He probably wants to cooperate with me, right?
After all, what I make can be considered a local specialty too.”
Blake said it with a smile.
“Hahahahaha, that’s true.
Aside from seafood and the fishing catch, your family is definitely Hulbury’s biggest specialty.
Oh, and have Ms.
Hathaway confirm that business card for you later, just in case.
Better to be safe than sorry.
You never know if someone is using someone else’s name to bluff their way around.”
Uncle Sam was still a little worried.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Sam.
I’m very cautious.”
Blake smiled.
The two of them returned to the shop.
By then, everyone inside had gradually started eating.
Blake was about to dig in as well, but when he reached his seat and opened his boxed meal, he froze at the sight of the picked-over leftovers inside.
“Buuurp—Gastly—(*￣ω￣) ate it.”
A Gastly that had grown visibly rounder floated past Blake, let out a satisfied burp, and casually spat out a chicken drumstick bone that had been stripped completely clean.
“Gastly!!!”
If Blake still could not figure out who had done it, he might as well give up on life.
He immediately launched himself forward and lunged at Gastly.
“Gastly?
Gastly!!!!
∑(゚Д゚ノ)ノ”
Seeing Blake charge at him, Gastly instantly fled.
In the next moment, boy and Ghost-type began another chase through the shop, drawing loud laughter from everyone inside.
…
At the same time, a Veteran Trainer who had returned to the hotel took a photo of the items he had obtained today and posted it in his social group.
[Surprise!
I actually bought genuine items at Hulbury’s scenic area in Galar!]
After posting it, the Veteran Trainer went off to eat dinner as if nothing had happened.
What he did not know was that, at that very moment, his social group had exploded.