We reached Rakasha's shop as we found out it was too little and stretchy for the entire group to get in, so I left Frost with some of the other members. Although I brought anyone interested.
Rakasha was reading a book when we got inside, he was even wearing glasses, something I never expected to see in this cultivation world.
"Oh, Drake! Eheeee?! So many people! Is that a Chinchilla Monkey beast-kin?! They're incredibly rare! And so many rabbit-kin… And Ice Elves too!" said Rakasha, smiling fascinated by our party's race variety.
"Huh, this old man's nuts." Said Yuki.
"H-Hello…" muttered Pekora."Hi there, what's so special about ice elves?" asked Tisha.
"N-Nothing! It's just that… It has been a while since I saw them, I barely get out of my hut, you see…" said Rakasha.
"I am beginning to think that this old man must have a weird fetish." Said Yuki.
"Yuki, from where did you learn that word?!" I asked as I shut her up.
But yeah, maybe he liked fluffy people and… ice elves?
He did look quite excited. Perhaps he was really into other species? Maybe that's why he's so open-minded, he might have some adventures when he was younger with a variety of interspecies girls…
"Haha, sorry about that! I just got some hit of nostalgia, when I was younger I used to visit a lot of places… And met a lot of girls from various races, so I am reminded of their lovely embraces when I see girls from their races just as pretty as they were." Said Rakasha.So he was really a degenerate old man! I can't believe it…
Well, if I were in his position, I might have done the same. But for the better, I was blessed and guided into the path of one true love in my Benladann.
"So you were really into them! Okay, but don't try anything weird, old man!" I said.
"Gahahaha! You jest! I am not that lively anymore. I have to admit that I was quite the rascal back then but don't worry, I am a senile old man by now. I just want to settle down and live my last years in my shop." Said Rakasha.
Seriously, just when I thought he was a decent guy, he had such a backstory… Wait, I should just let it be.
"Anyways, what's up? Are these your friends? Really? I've never seen these people around this place. Not like I want to offend or something, but the guys in here are super racists. And I've seen some of your people even enslaved… It wouldn't be a good thing to bring them inside the walls," said Rakasha.
He was rough, but it was the truth, the people here were indeed quite… sigh, racist.
"Don't worry, we'll get through it anyway. I am not Rank 3 for nothing. If anyone dares to come fucking with us, I will blast them out of the orbit." I said.
"Hahaha! What a reliable leader!" laughed Rakasha.
In the end, I presented everyone in here with their names and all. Rakasha noticed the two little girls Benladann was carrying in her arms, which he thought were our daughters.
"Are those little angels your daughters? They have different hair colors though… Maybe your grandparents had them?" asked Rakasha.
"Well, they are our daughters, yes, but… not by blood," I said.
"But we still love them lots and lots!" said Benladann, rubbing her nose over the girls cutely.
The two began to chuckle adorably, as Rakasha smiled with an understanding nod.
"O-Oh… I see. I also got my own little girl like that… You see, I picked her up two years ago… Now she's doing better. I hope she can grow into a decent woman and get out into the world to do whatever she pleases." Said Rakasha.
"Oh? I didn't know you were working as a part-time father now…" I laughed.
"Haha! Well, I don't like her to get out of the hut because… W-Well, she's not from a race welcomed here." Said Rakasha.
"Hm… I see. Well, I hope you can handle her well. You're gentle old man, so I am sure you can." I said.
"Haha! I am a bit grumpy, she always calls me a boring and grumpy old man…" sighed Rakasha.
"She has quite the sharp tongue for a little girl…" said Benladann.
"Yeah, she always says she was from a royal family or whatever… I don't know what to do in that regard because she doesn't even know where her place is, and well, not like she miss them that much," said Rakasha.
"I see… Anyways, we came to sell you a bunch of stuff, prepare your eyes, these are my best works so far." I said.
I revealed a pile of "failure" items that for Rakasha were like premium items… they were imbued with a variety of magic runes and even skill runes, so he was fascinated as he used his abilities to inspect their properties.
"Oh by Ymir! Are you sure you're not an Arcane Smith, Drake?!" he cried in shock.
"Haha, no, I am just a very humble Ice Attribute Magus," I said.
"V-Very humble!?" he cried, glaring at the items.
"I brought some for you, I know you can't buy them all- By the way, did you sold the others?" I asked.
"Yep! I resold them to the sect and made a nice buck, thank you." He said.
"No prob, buy the ones you need- and take three extra for free, take care of your girl," I said.
"D-Drake… Really?!" he asked.
"Yeah, in fact, look at this, I want you to have one of them," I said, as I gave him a spatial inventory bag.
"Eeeh? Y-You made it? You're a spatial magician?!" he asked.
"Let's say I have a lot of secrets. But let's keep these as a secret between men." I said.
"Pfff…! Hahaha! Alright! I like you, Drake. You're a good man and a good father. Thank you for this…" he said, as he lowered his head.
"Don't worry about it-"
However, before I could finish my sentence, the backdoor opened as a little girl entered the shop.
"Uncle! I want to meet the people!"
