And then, it was exactly as the words implied.
The shop owner's beady eyes, which were already squeezed into mere slits by layers of fat, were now staring so wide they almost popped directly out of their sockets.
After all, the [Ganesha Familia] is footing the bill?
And it is this iron-faced, selfless Captain of the Military Police paying out of her own pocket?
"Gulp."
His Adam's apple rolled up and down as the shop owner swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.
His gaze darted back and forth like a thief, carefully shifting between Haimer's overly handsome face and Shakti.
Although his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat.
He was curious about exactly which deity this black-haired God was, to be able to make the Captain of the Military Police act as a follower and a concurrent ATM.
However.
Looking at Shakti's current fully-armed posture, even wearing those special gauntlets that served as her weapons...
The alarm bells in the shop owner's brain instantly drowned out his curiosity.
This matter was absolutely not simple.
Some incredible big shot had likely arrived in Orario.
Since that was the case.
Then he should ask even fewer questions.
After all.
To make a living in this mixed bag of a territory, if a person wants to live long, they must learn not to ask what shouldn't be asked, and not to look at what shouldn't be seen.
The less you know, the sounder you sleep.
Therefore.
The shop owner's eyeballs spun around twice, and he decisively extinguished any thoughts of gossip.
He saw nothing, and he knew nothing.
As long as there was money to be made, who cared if it was a deity or a devil!
What's more.
It was the filthy rich [Ganesha Familia].
Thus.
The shop owner's face, originally stiff as plaster, instantly melted away, piling up with a smile sweeter than honey as his two fat hands rubbed against each other incessantly.
"Ouch! Look at what you're saying!"
"Since Captain Shakti is guaranteeing it, what else is there to say!"
"Come, come, come, this Lord!"
The shop owner trotted all the way, eagerly leading the way beside Haimer.
"You mentioned earlier that you wanted sturdy and durable ones?"
"Heh, then you've come to the right place!"
"I'm not bragging, but in the entire North Main Street, go ask around, and you'll find that the goods in my place have the hardest quality and the widest variety!"
"I will take you to see the best things in our shop right now!"
The shop owner's utterly sycophantic appearance transitioned seamlessly.
Hearing this, Haimer accepted it calmly.
...
"This Lord, please come this way."
The shop owner led them to a set of tables and chairs emitting a faint fragrance, his face full of pride.
"This set of Elf-style rattan woven tables and chairs uses Ironwood Rattan produced in the 19th Floor Colossal Tree Labyrinth, and was woven purely by hand by Elven craftsmen!"
"Not only is the breathability good, but it also carries the fresh scent of the forest naturally. Sitting on it can calm the mind and spirit; it is simply the best for relieving fatigue..."
Haimer reached out and touched it.
The tactile sensation was warm and moist, and the toughness was excellent.
It was indeed good stuff.
"Not only that, there is also this set."
The shop owner guided Haimer to another side, pointing at a round table that was pitch-black like ink.
"This is an Obsidian round table hand-forged by a Dwarf master!"
"Talk about incomparably hard! Even if you hack at it with a battle axe, it won't leave a single mark. Absolutely sturdy! If you put this in your home, leaving it there for hundreds of years won't be a problem!"
Haimer walked over and knocked on the tabletop with his knuckles.
"Clang, clang."
The sound was dull and heavy, and the feedback felt quite solid.
The hardness was indeed not bad.
"I'll take both."
Haimer nodded.
"Alrighty!"
The shop owner was overjoyed; the small notebook in his hand recorded non-stop, and his face blossomed with a smile.
Immediately after.
Haimer's gaze continued to patrol the shop.
Very quickly.
His line of sight stopped on a large bed that looked exceptionally wide and was covered with thick white fur.
"This one."
Haimer pointed.
"Ouch, Kami-sama, you really know your goods!"
The shop owner immediately gave a thumbs up.
"This is filled with Cloud Silk Cotton from the Far East, and the outside is wrapped in the soft belly skin of a Snowfield Giant Bear. That touch, tsk tsk tsk... lying on it is like sleeping on a cloud; it's so soft it makes one never want to get up!"
Listening to the shop owner's introduction, the figure of Inaba Tsukuyo also surfaced in Haimer's mind.
After all, the young girl was blind.
In daily life, unable to see, her feedback regarding touch was particularly sensitive.
This kind of large bed without any sharp edges and with a soft touch should be able to let her relax when resting.
Moreover.
Girls, more or less, would like lazing about in this kind of soft and fluffy place.
The others probably wouldn't refuse this cloud-like touch either.
"I want this too."
"Give me eight of them."
"Eight?!"
The pen in the shop owner's hand almost dropped to the ground.
However, seeing Shakti's face nearby, which, although stern, showed no voice of opposition.
The shop owner hurriedly swallowed his exclamation back down.
"No, no problem! The stock is just enough!"
"Additionally, do you have that kind..."
Haimer gestured a bit, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Extra-large size, wear-resistant, preferably the kind of carpet or mat that won't tear no matter how much it's scratched?"
"Extra-large size? Won't tear no matter how it's scratched?"
The shop owner froze for a moment, his beady eyes blinking twice, somewhat unable to make heads or tails of it.
"Are you... planning to use it for a pet?"
"You could say that."
What Haimer thought of were those two bears.
They were, after all, the flesh of Hanasaka Warabi's heart.
Especially that big guy named Kyoubou; rough skin and thick flesh. At any rate, he was a member of his Familia's combat power, so the treatment couldn't be poor.
"We have it! Of course we have it!"
As long as there was money to be earned, they had everything. If they didn't have it, they had to conjure it up!
The shop owner's eyes lit up. He immediately turned and drilled into the corner of the warehouse, huffing and puffing as he dragged out a roll of thick matting that looked unremarkable.
"This is made from the skin of a Rock-skin Giant Lizard. Although it doesn't look very good, it is absolutely wear-resistant! Even using a knife to slash it won't easily break it!"
Haimer reached out and tugged at it.
Not bad.
"Fine, let's go with this."
At this point.
Haimer continued to pick out quite a few things one after another based on the preferences of the others.
He picked a set of exquisite vanity tables and floor mirrors for Kikakujou Mary—after all, she is a rich young lady, image management is very important.
He picked a cabinet with many drawers and secret compartments for Hanasaka Warabi—convenient for her to hide those messy little props and snacks.
"And this wine cabinet, plus that tea set over there..."
...
Half an hour later.
The bill in the shop owner's hand was already filled to a long page.
The final total amount.
Even for a behemoth like the [Ganesha Familia], although it wouldn't be considered breaking bones or tendons, it would absolutely count as a not-small extra expense.
"..."
The shop owner wiped the sweat from his forehead; that was sweat from excitement.
Once this single deal was done, he could close up shop and count money for the rest of the month!
"That should be about it."
Haimer finally stopped his steps, looking around the surroundings to confirm nothing was missed.
"Okay, okay!"
"Um... Lord Shakti, would you like to take a look?"
The shop owner hurriedly bowed and scraped, then tremblingly handed the bill to Shakti, who had been following behind without saying a word the whole time.
...
"Since Haimer-sama selected them, naturally there is no problem."
Shakti took the bill expressionlessly, swept a glance at the numbers on it, took out a seal directly from the coin pouch at her waist, and stamped it heavily onto that check.
"Bam."
This sound.
To the shop owner's ears, it was simply the sound of money landing!
...
With this.
Walking out of the furniture store.
The afternoon sunlight was somewhat glaring.
Haimer stretched lazily, his mood obviously quite good.
He had the house.
He had the furniture.
The children of his own Familia were also working hard to fight monsters and level up in the Dungeon.
Everything was developing in a good direction.
"Many thanks, Captain Shakti."
Haimer turned his head, smiling at the dutiful Shakti.
"I will bear the generosity of the Ganesha Familia in mind."
"This is also for me to make up for the errors in my previous work."
"As long as Haimer-sama does not continue to feel troubled by the matter of the escort, then it is good."
Shakti responded meticulously.
"Of course I'm not troubled now."
Haimer shrugged.
"After all, having a beautiful and wealthy escort like Captain Shakti by my side is a blessing that many people couldn't ask for even if they begged."
"..."
Shakti did not pick up on this teasing remark.
She just silently adjusted her standing position, continuing to maintain that unshakable five-step distance.
"Then, does Haimer-sama have anything else needed to purchase?"
"Or is it that you plan to go back?"
"No rush."
Haimer looked up at the color of the sky.
The sun had already started to slant westward.
Calculating the time.
It had been several hours since that group of children went to the Dungeon to run wild.
At this time, they should be about to return.
Since that was the case.
Haimer thought for a moment, then took a step.
"Let's go to the Hephaestus Familia's base first."
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