549 Neatly Stripped
There's a man inside the room. It's quite a spacious room with a big table in the center, the man is leaning against the wall on the other side of the door, glaring at me.
"You, Bearud mats eh? Hmph! I won't... get my hopes up. Tch, anybody's can appraise swords, they sent me here cause Bearud mats don't turn up often, but what do we have here, it's just a brat. Dunno how he got his hands on them, but it's gonna be a total waste of my time if the leather's in a bad shape. Those higher ups told me to go here, but can you really amuse me?"
The thought of saying no thank you and leaving crossed my mind due to the man's high and mighty attitude but I swallowed my pride because looking for another place is a pain.
"Take out the meat first. On that table. Get to it. Dunno how long you've been keeping 'em. I'm gonna appraise them before they spoil. It's common sense to prioritize raw ingredient. Get to it already."
I took the meat out of my magic bag and lined it up on the table, as told.
"Oho, that bag's the highest grade huh, then it should have the best time slower... Oy, how much you gonna take out? Oy, are you an idiot? Oy, hold it, don't take out so much! You shoulda told me you got a lot!"
He got mad at me. I've only taken half too.
"Give me some time... It's still fresh? And the state is excellent too. There's no unnecessary wound... But how? It should have been damaged along with the entrails. I see, you must have gotten lucky and killed it with a vital shot. Fumu, this stuff is gonna fetch a good price. Alright, I got it. Is this all? I'm gonna put the price and finish the transaction..."
I fetched the remaining half of the meat while he was speaking.
"...How much you got on you anyway? ...Four Bearud worth? Oy, none of this meat is damaged? How'd you get it so cleanly cut? ...And so much too... Oy! Hold it right there."
Looks like he's bringing in more people to help. He peeked out the door and started shouting.
"Someone, come here! Gimme a hand! Oy, you, get three, four people here! Also three cold storage! The big ones!"
After some sounds of hurried footsteps outside, three young men around my age came in the room.
"Ou, split this into different parts. You know where to bring 'em right? Go there and tell the manager to bring carts here. Mention my name. You get it?"
This appraiser is apparently a bigshot. What with how readily the people here responded to his calls.
They quickly got the job done. After which the appraiser named the price.
"Write your name here if you agree with the price. That was some real nice appraisal you got me. I went ahead and gave you an extra."
'120 gold coins' is written there.
(Oooh? Ah, but considering the price of an adult cattle in my past life, I guess this price is right? This number feels unreal.)
A single Bearud makes for a huge amount of meat due to their size. Considering I brought four, this price should be correct? I guess.
I asked something that piqued my curiosity.
"Err, how much is it with entrails?"
Many parts of cow entrails can be eaten. Hence, I'm thinking the same logic may apply here.
But since processing the entrails by myself with no water nearby was impossible, I had discarded them all. That would have been a waste if they were worth something.
"Hm? What is this, don't you know that stuff? That and coming here to sell this meat, you're a strange one. Ah, entrails was it? Bearud's entrails aren't edible. Their stomach's way too hard for teeth to chew through. Many famous chiefs tried all kinds of cooking methods to no avail. The intestines are too pungent, ain't no way to make it work. Liver, pancreas and kidney are too toxic for human consumption for some reason. Their meat is a special case, known for their fine oil and flavor. It's a high class ingredient. If we're talkin' bout Bearud mats, it gotta be the meat and leather. Oh yeah, their palms are famous as a delicacy. Steamed, they go real nice with booze. That stuff just melts your tongue... Whoa almost forgot, it's still work hour."
The man was in a good mood as he gave the explanation. Where'd that foul mood in the beginning go.
"I accept this price for the meat. Thank you. As for the palms. They're still attached to the leather, so you will price them accordingly too right?"
Bear palms were also a delicacy in my old world hence I kept them intact along with the leather.
"...Are you serious!? Who in the hell are you? Wait no, I took an oath as an appraiser, no probing. Sorry, forget what I said. Interrogating our customers ain't included in our job desc. Nah, our job is to determine the items brought before us."
Thus began the leather appraisal.
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