Keyzier, who was thinking about their logistics, immediately asked Sera without hesitation.
"One more thing!" Keyzier said. "We need to exchange money. We heard the currency here is different."
"Correct!" Sera confirmed Keyzier's statement. "The currency used in the Kingdom of Fellims is the Lyra. The exchange rate is quite simple."
Sera explained:
1 Altoria Bronze = 10 Lyra.
1 Altoria Silver = 1,000 Lyra.
1 Altoria Gold = 10,000 Lyra.
"Currency from the Kingdom of Altoria can be exchanged at any guild as long as it is within the territory of the Kingdom of Fellims." Sera added.
Without thinking twice, Keyzier took money out of his dimensional storage space and dumped it onto the table.
"I want to exchange 126 Gold!" Keyzier said casually.
Sera's eyes went perfectly round. "One hundred... twenty-six... Gold?!" she shrieked, her voice suppressed. The clinking sound of pure gold coins attracted the attention of the people who had just regained consciousness.
With trembling hands, Sera counted the coins, then performed the conversion.
"Mr. Keyzier... after deducting the inter-kingdom exchange administration tax, the total you receive is 1,254,000 Lyra."
Sera handed over several banknotes as proof of the transaction and a large bag filled with a massive amount of local Fellims coins.
"It turns out you are a very wealthy adventurer party!" Sera exclaimed unconsciously.
Keyzier frowned, confused by the exaggerated reaction. "If I may ask, what can 1,254,000 Lyra be used for? Is this enough for our expenses for a month?"
Sera laughed awkwardly. "Enough? Mr. Keyzier, the price of a standard inn in this kingdom starts from 100 Lyra per night for the cheapest. And for a luxury inn suitable for nobles, the most expensive price is only 2,000 Lyra per day. With that much money, you could rent a luxury room for almost two full years!"
The three members of Party Noiver were instantly stunned. Keyzier felt that this time he had gone too far. He just realized that the exchange rate of Altoria's currency was incredibly high in Fellims.
"No wonder you said earlier that we were a wealthy adventurer party!" Keyzier muttered while scratching his head, which didn't itch.
Donovan and Novalia stared sharply at Keyzier with blaming looks.
"Key, why do you always do things without thinking first?!" Donovan scolded.
"I agree with Novan!" Novalia chimed in, hands on her hips. "Do you think when we go back to Altoria later, we won't need money from our home kingdom? Why did you exchange it all?"
Keyzier blinked innocently. "What are you two talking about? Who said I exchanged it all?"
He pointed upwards. "Have you forgotten? Inside my dimensional storage space, there are still over 1,200 Gold left!"
Donovan and Novalia couldn't retort to Keyzier's words. They were struck speechless. They both remembered the loot from the bandits, which amounted to so much.
Sera, hearing their conversation from behind the reception desk, truly couldn't believe it. Her legs felt weak. She just realized that the party that had just arrived in their city was not only a monster in terms of magical power but also a monster financially.
More than a thousand Gold? Sera thought in horror. They are richer than the Mayor of Pixa.
The people inside the Pixa City Guild who were still conscious stared at the three teenagers with a look of respect mixed with horror. They concluded that besides Keyzier, who possessed deadly ice magic, his two companions must also possess equally terrifying power. No sane person would dare carry that much treasure without commensurate strength to protect it.
And so, without needing to lift a sword, Party Noiver had established their reputation as the strongest and wealthiest party to be wary of in Pixa City.
After leaving the Adventurers' Guild with their new status and wealth, Party Noiver stepped out onto the streets of Pixa City, which were beginning to bustle as late afternoon approached. The sun began to dip west, casting a golden glow that reflected beautifully off the red brick roofs.
Although their main objective was to find an inn to rest after their long journey, the curiosity typical of youth won out over their fatigue. They decided to take some time to explore the city first, enjoying the foreign yet lively atmosphere offered by this trading hub in northern Fellims.
"Look at that! What kind of fruit is that? It's purple but shaped like a star!" Novalia exclaimed, pointing at a fruit stall.
"And look over there, they're selling silk woven directly with magic threads!" Donovan responded, equally enthusiastic.
With great spirit and joy, they soaked in the hustle and bustle of Pixa City. The aroma of toasted bread mixed with exotic spices tickled their noses. However, amidst their admiration of the merchandise, Keyzier and Donovan's sharp eyes caught something else.
On a somewhat secluded street corner stood a building that looked remarkably contrasting. It was old, built from sturdy yet dull black stone, with a chimney billowing thick black smoke into the sky.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The rhythmic sound of metal clashing against metal, rang out from within.
"That sound..." Donovan murmured, his eyes sparkling. "A blacksmith."
"What a coincidence!" Keyzier chimed in. "My old sword started cracking after the battle against the Goblin King."
Without the need for long discussion, the three of them stepped toward the old building. A wave of heat immediately assaulted their faces the moment Keyzier pushed open the unlocked heavy wooden door.
The interior of the shop was dimly lit, illuminated only by the glowing embers of the smelting furnace at the back.
The walls were lined with various types of weapons. Axes, spears, swords, and shields hung irregularly but radiated a palpable aura of sharpness.
"What do you need, Young Ones?"
A heavy, raspy voice sounded from behind the counter. A figure that wasn't very tall, but extremely broad and muscular, emerged from the shadows.
The man had a thick beard braided neatly down to his chest, skin as rough as old oak bark, and arms likely as thick as Keyzier's thighs.
When they looked at the man, the eyes of all Party Noiver members lit up. Their mouths hung slightly open, staring at the figure with amazement as if they were seeing a top-tier celebrity.
The man furrowed his brow beneath his thick eyebrows. "Why are you staring at me like that? Does the Dwarf race look strange to your eyes?"