Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter twenty one
Once the trio had reached the village, they rushed into the local bar. If there was ever a need for information, you can always find it in a pub.
No matter what.
They had many stares and strange looks directed at them, they had discovered that a local healer trifled in small, basic spells for scrapes and bruises. Though he had healed most of the smaller wounds, the large gashes on his shoulder, arms and legs were merely scabbed over.
He wasn't bleeding any more at least and the knight was satisfied with the results. They had bought new clothes and armour with the nobleman's incredulity large wallet.
Francis went overboard, purchasing the finest coat and the most expensive shoes and clothes.
Alfred bought replacement armour, though it was not as good as the previous set, and a sword and shield.
Arthur ended up buying a simple suit.
"I didn't realise how roomy dresses were compared to trousers…"
"Missing ton skirt? If tu want I can buy tu one. Ohonhonho~ Maybe tu are un fille."
"Bloody wanker! I was merely stating that trousers are slightly more constricting than dresses! I am still a man!"
The French man just smirked while the prince blushed furiously. The knight laughed and gripped the blonde's shoulder, who then turned a deeper shade of red.
Information on healers and clothing stores were not the only thing that passed their ears in the pub.
They had discovered that several locals had heard of the trader and had seen his house moving through the town towards the Eastern kingdom.
Since they were in the Canadian region (which is in the eastern part of the Central Kingdom, though people usually forgot about it…), they were already close to the East Kingdom.
There was another rumour of a legendary huge black market, called the 'Black Bazaar', hidden underground where slaves, exotic animals, black magic and illegal items were traded, sold, bought, oohed at, bragged about or showed off.
Apparently there were also huge fighting arenas where slaves fought for freedom or the entertainment of the rich merchants and where animals were paraded and battled against each other.
The stronger animals brought more money or fame to the owner. The rarer the creature, the better as well….
What made the place infamous though was because it was the only place in the world where living dragons were held in captivity. They were treated like the rest of the merchandise as these normally rare and dangerous beasts were reduced to pets or freak shows or fighting each other for survival.
Arthur paled when he heard the vague rumours. He was instantly demanding to be taken to this 'Black Bazaar'.
After being laughed at for simply demanding the location of a secret underground bazaar and the prince yelling angry insults, they were told of the most likely place that the supposed market would exist and that a small cart was passing by that area on the way to the Taiwan region.
After arguing with the cart owner, the poor man eventually relented and let the odd trio join him on his journey.
Though he was stopping near the market, he was passing by the area by mere coincidence. And because of his unfortunate luck, he was now forced to take three strange, disagreeing men across the country.
(A/N – Isn't it funny how the less spare time I have, the faster I write?
One of my ff friends just pointed out what kind of one-shot has 21 chapters?... You know, I never really thought about how long it was until she mentioned it… Now I'm think – What the fuck kinda oneshot is this? It's 19,000 words!
Oh! And for people who voted – you are awesome! You 15 people are my favourites! As for the rest – vote or I'll release pervy France on you. And I also got handy tip to have names in the poll thing to make it easier. To be honest I couldn't remember writing half of these stories…. ~^~
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