Heavy Work

Ok, If I go in the direction Gultoth pointed I should make it to a town with resources. Wait, was it Gultoth or Gluten. "Whatever, it's not like I can't ask someone who he is and I am not going to die." Wait, that means that I have to talk to people and socialize. "Crap, what am I going to do." I look up and see the town. "Oh well, guess I will have to suck it up and try not to act dead." I walk into the town looking around amazed at what I see, people all over. It looks like an ok place to live. Granted nothing is paradise when people are involved, but oh well. I started looking around for a blacksmith in order to make the muskat. Wow other than my clothes I can't believe that I am understanding and fitting in so much. sadly, I will have to depart with the clothes of my world. Dang, I really have watched too much Japanese anime. but it looks like a tailor has his eye on me. Wait a minute, the symbols on the tailor shop, I have never seen them but I can read them. How is that possible. This is not the time to freak out. Just walk into the store and act like I am looking for something to wear. I get into the store and started to look at things that I would really like. "Sir, you finding anything you like," said the tailor, hook. "Ya but I don't think I have the money for it." "Well, none of us has seen clothing of the likes that you are wherein. You could potentially sell it for a great price and get some clothes for free," said the tailor. "Are you in charge of the store?" "Me, no but I am asking under his behalf," the man said with a grin. "Word of advice, get you head out of cash and get the man that is in charge." The tailor panicked and said "yes ser," running for his boss, line. and skinny man with glasses starts to through to where I can see. "So does this mean that you are willing to sell them? Oh dear, my name is Clefter and I and the one who runs this store as you would say," said the man. Ok, It looked like every 100 brass is one copper, ten of them are one silver, and every then of that is one gold, I don't think it goes any farther but I hope that it is good enough to know. and it seemed that one coper is like one dollar. "So you are." "Call me Alex." "That is fine Alex, strange name but ok. how much would I have to pay you in order to depart with it." "Let me ramble for a bit here. You want my clothes because they are of a design that you have never seen. am I right?" "Yes, and so what does that matter," said Clefter. "It matters plenty. If I am right, it means that you want to find out how to make it so you can mass-produce it instead of just selling it to the next person." Clefter flinches, a dead sign that I know what he is after. "Don't get me wrong. I am not stupid, I know what you are after so I have a proposition for you. If you agree, I want replacement clothes, and ten percent of your profits." "Ten percent?" "Don't you know how math works? For every one hundred brass. I get one-tenth out of that hundred." "I know what you mean. But why...." "Why would you pay for such a price. It's all because these clothes are one of a kind and if you don't accept. I will have to get somewhere else to do business." Clafter's fist is shaking, I might get what I want. "Going once." No answer. "going twice." No answer. "Go.." "I will take It," Clafter said looking like he just swallowed some pride. "look because I am doing business with you hear is a word of advice." Clafter stared at me. "Just don't use your cash to see. Only use your eyes." Clafter started to look at me like I am some savior, his pride just disappeared. "Will you run the store. With your skills, the store can succeed further than before." Crafter's eyes started to fill with hope. Sadly, emotion doesn't affect me in that way. "I can't. I need to go look for a blacksmith." Just remembering that I need to make the musket. Other than the wonders of magic, I still don't understand why that girl has my attention. "Oh... there is one just like you actually," said Clafter. I started to make eye contact for the first time in this world. "What do you mean." Clafter almost freaked out saying, "well, as I said. he is a lot like you, doesn't like to trust anyone." I have passed a couple of blacksmiths, but they were just people willing to get anything. "He also does fine craftsmanship, with the best detail anyone has ever seen. What would you want to sell him and for what cost?" I don't know if I should tell him. But hay, what will it here. "I need him to make me a certain item, but I can use this item to make a monopoly." Clafter stood up, gone to a man, and came back. "Well, as you said, use your eyes, not your cash." He said that with the biggest smirk I have ever seen. What is he up to? "Using what you just said, you are the man that Gulteth ran into while hunting. I just want to know. What would you need with a witch?" I was in shock but my body showed no proof of that. How did he know about my encounter? The day hasn't finished but he knows. I will have to tread carefully. I don't know what I could get myself into. let's see, what is the main use for a slave. Got it. I closed my eyes, faced down, and inhaled exhaled. "I don't want the witch for what you are thinking about. I just want to know how magic works, so I can tell if magic is just energy that manipulates matter or something else." "Oh, I see." A man came by with a bag. Clafter grabbed the bag and faced me. "Here is your cash for today, and it should last till next week. pick some clothes and fined me. I really want to see the argument that you will have with Grendell." I shooked my head, grabbed the cash, and found a nice jacket that had mettle plating on the forearms and is surprisingly cooler. I got dressed and found that I had my MP3 player still in a pocket with a speaker. "It's dry, interesting." I tried to see if it still worked and surprisingly it did. "Grate, but still odd. After I was done trying to figure out what is going on, I went out. I had to find Clafter to meet this Grendell person. After finding Clafter, we went off to find Grendell and Clafter was persistent in staying just to watch us argue. At the end of the debate, I sold him the knowledge of how to make a musket for the price of half his business and a weekly percentage of the shop's income. I had one problem though. I still need gun powder. I went to an inn for the night. When I woke up, I started to remember what is needed to make gunpowder. BOOM. "what on earth was that." I ran to the explosion and found a man was experimenting with sulfur, potassium nitrate, and some odd mineral. "Not again, that's the tenth time this month," said a random person in the town. "well time to try a different mixture," said the man who made the explosion. He seemed like an ordinary scientist but I don't think that is what others see him as. "What did you use for the mixture?" I just had to ask him. If he is making gun powder, my firing problem will be solved. The man looked at me frowning, and then he started to look and the single mark left afterward. "Sulfur, potassium nitrate, and some rocks that were left around," the man said that like he was expecting an insult. "If you trade the rocks with charcoal, you will get a better explosion. It's called gunpowder." The man looked at me and said, "gunpowder. what would you want me to make that for?" "Science has carved the way to a device capable of sending projectiles faster than the eye can see." I said that hoping that I would get his attention. later on in the day, we agreed that because I helped him make the gunpowder and allowed him to tinker with the formula, he would sell it to us for the lowest price of the time. I like him, but he doesn't like to talk to others. I guess that is what happens when everyone calls you an idiot for trying. With all of my problems solved, the construction of the musket went smoothly. so smoothly that Grendell wanted to make a revolver. the revolver was a small handgun most widely known for the fact that the cowboys use them in the wild west in the eighteen hundreds. Grendell finished the musket and wanted to see me sell it, already knowing what I am selling it for. We sent a messenger off to Gulteth and eventually herd horses. "Grendell, grab the plate." We went out ready to make a deal and prepared for anything.