Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Arwen Dani felt that he had led quite a successful life.
Forty this year, he was born in Rosa and had the trademark red hair of a Rosaian. In his earlier years, he had traveled cross country in a merchant convoy, touring the many nations of the continent. It was only in his thirties that he finally returned to Rosa to take on greater responsibilities within the association. At this moment, he was already the manager of Sorofya Merchant Association’s Ascart City Branch.
As one of the few branch managers of the illustrious Sorofya Merchant Association in the Theocracy, Arwen’s standing was even above that of lesser nobles. Only the most distinguished customers were worthy of being attended to by him.
And the black-haired boy sitting before him right now was one of them.
“Young master Roel, the two sets of clothes you have ordered will only be arriving in half a month’s time. We’ll have our people deliver them to the Ascart House. As for the short sword you requested, I’m afraid that it’ll take slightly longer; roughly three months.”
Inside an exquisitely adorned room, a black-suited Arwen looked at the adorable yet handsome little boy seated opposite to him, as he explained the situation with an amiable smile. The comfortable vibe that he emanated showed how deserving he was of the manager’s position.
A slight aroma wafted from the highest quality red tea being served in elaborately designed Rosaian teacups on the table. Roel leaned comfortably on a soft sofa as he took a sip of the tea and remarked calmly.
“The tea is not bad.”
“Haha, it’s only appropriate of us to serve you with the best of teas. I wouldn’t bear to drink such precious tea under normal occasions.”
Tsk tsk, only a kid would believe those words of yours!
Roel continued smiling calmly while retorting disdainfully to Arwen’s remark in his mind.
Sorofya was known for its wealth, so how could a high-standing branch manager possibly be unable to afford tea? It was as good as saying that a fish was drowning in water!
This was a common tactic that merchants
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