Chapter 50 - 50. Shopping Spree (1/2)
We walked in the Central Atelier and there were a huge collection of children clothes on the 2nd floor of the building. I told them that the money they received should not be used to spend but to save instead and they are free to choose whatever clothes they wished for.
”Trish, you do the same as well too if you need, otherwise you may get from Medieval Collectibles like what I did as well,” I said since spending at Medieval Collectibles would cost real money but here we just spend credits which came from endless grinding from the site of the goblin.
Adam came back with a red, blue and black Viking tunics with a 'V' neck opening at the front and laced up. He had also a black coloured gugel that was similar to my Archer's Hood and a pair of black breeches. He said he could mix and match with the rest of his clothes and the total cost is only 150 credits.
The 3 girls chose 3 ring black leather belts, 3 satin sash of red, white and blue colours, 3 sets of canvas aprons of red, blue and green colours, three canvas dresses in blue, green and blue, three red, blue and white Viking's tunic and 3 black breeches which can either be made as long pants or above the knees.
The girl's wears cost a total of 600 credits. I guess that girls' wear is more elaborate and expensive. Well, the boss is paying so it shouldn't be a problem. After I had paid for the purchases, the girls were happily carrying their paper bags from the Central Atelier and were excited to wear them alternatively with their set of clothes that were hand me downs.
We stopped at a roadside seller that was selling freshly roasted pork chop and I bought one each for the children. Patricia wanted to maintain her figure since I was sort of pinching her sides when she was on top of me... Ahem... Playing poker.
We all sat at the sidewalk and watched the people walk past as I too munched on the street food that was greasy but at the same time enjoyable. Who would have thought of these street foods nowadays? Put the hygiene part aside will ya... Its food, glorious food.
If you've been to any parts of the world and you had not tried any of these street foods, you had never been to that parts of the world yet. No way man... You should be eating and drinking like the locals to feel how it was like to be living as one.
After we had smacked our fingers clean free of the fats and grease of the freshly roasted pork chops, we wiped it off with pieces of tissue handed by the seller. Dining here in this era is different. You pay once only when you are about to leave and the 4 roasted pork chops cost 60 credits.
The four children including Patricia had forgotten about the key until we reached a store with a glass front with a spread of paper plastered over the store's name. We sat at the garden benches and this time we were savouring on lightly buttered and salted steamed, then roasted sweet corn.
As we ate and sat there, Kayla asked, ”Don't you think the owner of this store mind us eating and sitting here in this lawn. It even got these huge rocks and stones here and Daddy seems to sit there acting so cool. Don't you think the store owner would chase you off, Daddy?”
”Hmmph... Does the store owner dare to do that to Daddy? You see this rock here? I will throw against the glass window and then I will pillage the store... Muuaahhaahhaa...” I said as I weighed a flat rock in my hand and then threw it back among the large boulder.
”Waaah...Daddy don't do that lah please...later you would end up in jail and we won't know how long the jailer will keep you there.” pleaded Ingles as she came near me and placed a gentle hand on my arm.
”Hmmph... No one can bring me to jail, ever. I never did anything wrong. All I did was to kill hundreds of goblins just to have credits to spend... Muuaahhaahhaa...”
”Furthermore, this store is empty. Maybe the owner left town or maybe the owner had just entered the town and bought this new place here. What do you think?” I said as I gave Patricia a wink and she cocked her head sideways as she never comprehends that wink of mine.
”Maybe the owner had hit his head somewhere and suddenly awaken from his deep sleep...” I said as I stood up and immediately Patricia let out a gasp as she finally gripped the shoe situation.
”Maybe the owner is someone who impersonates Daddy and uses the same name as me and looks... Even the store name has the same name as the one we are working on right now... How impudence...” as I slowly reached the end of the paper that hides the store name.