Yoshua sent a mental message to the girls: “Take whatever you want. Since someone’s treating, why be polite? Grab whatever catches your eye. If you leave a bargain unclaimed, you’re a fool, heh heh.” The girls giggled; they all knew Yoshua’s type—someone who would never miss a chance to gain an advantage.
The girls picked out a pile of items, and, to the server’s astonished gaze, brought them over to Posero. Yoshua, however, noticed that Posero didn’t even blink before nodding in agreement. Yoshua was surprised—who exactly was this guy? Items worth tens of thousands of gold coins, handed over without hesitation, and Posero didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
Feigning curiosity, Yoshua asked as he reached for his coins: “Brother Posero, how much do these come to?”
Posero’s eyes, having
