After enjoying this gourmet meal, Durin inadvertently glimpsed the bill the female waitress handed to Kreslin, which clearly indicated the price of each meal, plus a 15% service charge, totaling 2 silver lun coins.
This price surprised him greatly; it was equivalent to two months' rent in Zaun's Lower District.
Durin knew it wouldn't be cheap when he was eating this seafood feast, but he didn't expect it to be so expensive.
At the same time, his resolve to earn more money became even stronger; he no longer wanted to live by eating black bread every day; he also wanted to eat seafood with every meal!
The sky outside had already changed.
The wind was strong.
Durin stood outside, his hair disheveled by the wind, the recently bright sky turning gray.
A heavy curtain of rain seemed about to fall at any moment.
Then, a carriage slowly drove along the riverbank; the carriage was entirely crimson, like a burning hot iron block, with four large rubies embedded in its four corners.
The carriage curtains were intricately strung, with light gauze dancing, and all four sides of the carriage were wrapped in expensive and exquisite silk.
The gold-inlaid, jewel-encrusted windows were covered by a light blue, ethereal curtain, preventing those outside from discerning the passengers within this magnificent, speeding carriage.
At this moment, the gauze curtain was lifted, and the profile of a black-haired girl's face appeared in Durin's line of sight: a straight nose, crimson lips, and a sculpted profile, sharp but not lacking in softness.
"Don't look, she's not someone you can get close to.
Do you see the family crest on the carriage?
That's the Spencer Family; all the armed armor for the Piltover Guard is handled by this family."
Kreslin, standing nearby, saw Durin's gaze drawn to the gradually receding carriage and couldn't help but remind him, "They own three forging factories and one leather factory, providing thousands of jobs for Piltover citizens.
I heard that the Spencer Family also serves the Jilamanen Family; it really is a case of the big fish eating the small fish!"
Only then did Durin shift his gaze back, and the two of them continued walking down the street.
At this moment, a little girl with pigtails, wearing a newsboy cap and a plaid long skirt, ran up to Kreslin, grinning, and held up a newspaper that reeked of strong ink.
"Hello! Esteemed sir, would you like a newspaper? May the cogs turn smoothly."
Kreslin was in a particularly good mood because the potion formula had been sold, so he asked with a chuckle, "How much is this newspaper?"
"Sir, you can get two copies for just 3 copper circle coins, or one copy for 2 copper circle coins."
The little girl had a good business sense, first quoting the discounted price, then the price for a single copy, letting the customer choose.
Kreslin nodded, casually pulled out two copper circle coins, and then said, "Then I'll take one!"
The girl happily reached out to take the coins, then handed over the newspaper in her hand.
She then hurriedly turned to the other side, beginning to look for her next target.
The upper left corner of the newspaper was printed with four large characters: Peace Press.
Just like its name, the newspapers, magazines, and even various miscellaneous written products created by Peace Press all carried a very strong "Piltover style," meaning they were inseparable from the word peace, as if simply having this name would allow Piltover to forever avoid the flames of war.
Kreslin's reading speed was very fast; he smacked his lips and sighed, "I never thought Piltover University would actually develop a tram!
Life in Piltover is truly wonderful!"
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