““You keep saying that. But what good is a powerful item if it can’t actually be used?”


    “Of course people can and will use it. They just shouldn’t do so immediately.“


    “In which case it wouldn’t sell immediately, either.”


    “But... what are you talking about? Yes, it will.”


    “It probably will,” Bandur conceded. “But the collars, for example, definitely will. Everyone will want one. Now. And most people probably even more than just one. As for the armor, I think it might be even more powerful than that scroll.”


    “Dwarf!”


    “What? It can be worn by everyone. And provides superb protection, does it not? What else could be more important to an adventurer than the means to protect themselves?”


    “Just because it could theoretically be worn by anyone, doesn’t mean it will! Do I really have to explain it? No [Ranger] will ever wear it. No [Rogue]. And no [Mage] either. No matter how great its stats. And certainly not if those stats strength based. No one but a select choice of frontliners will want to wear this. The ones already wearing heavy armor like this, anyway.”


    “Some [Battlemages] might.”


    “Some [Battlem-]… you can’t be serious! Just how many [Battlemages] do you know? And I will have you know that strictly speaking, most of those can be considered frontliners as well. So my point stands either way, no matter what ridiculous exceptions you try to come up with.


    ““What about them?” Again, the dwarf wasn’t too convinced by his own argument, but hearing the annoyed, almost dismissive tone in Mylana’s reply, he became stubborn.


    “Well, the armor doesn’t have any requirements,” he therefore pointed out.


    “So what? They don’t have level a-” she halted and remembered.


    Bandur naturally knew nothing about those thoughts and this new hypothesis of hers. He simply saw Mylana’s sudden hesitation and decided it was an opening he had to exploit.


    “Even without any level bonuses, its baseline stats alone would be huge for any classless person. Sure, it might be on the heavy side, but for a physically trained soldier? Shouldn’t be too much to handle.”


    “Hmm.” Ostensibly a sound of agreement; which was already was a small victory.


    “I…You might be right,” she finally conceded, much to Bandur’s surprise and satisfaction. “It might at least be worth considering.”


    The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.“And what do you think, boss?”


    Imagery


    The receiver is able to receive imagery.


    That was all that mattered. The possibilities would be endless.


    ‘Well. Maybe not endless, but...’


    Then an outcry that, in terms of intensity, rivaled even the reactions he had experienced earlier this day when he had announced a new product to a room filled with customers.


    “What have you done?”


    “Why did you do this? Are you insane?”


    …


    Next to that device stood three signs that had popped up overnight.


    The second told any potential customer looking to extract their class-orb despite the warnings on the first sign that would have to submit themselves to a brief questioning while under the influence of a short-lived magic contract.


    Just to ensure they were acting out of their free will.


    “[Transmitter crystal]?” The moment the first customer of the day read this line out loud, the old woman’s frown grew even deeper than it had already been.


    The grin on the chubby man’s face who stood right behind her, however, widened by the same margin.


    Sigh


    “Without further ado, the woman raised her hand and pointed towards her ear, where, now, upon closer observation, a small, transparent device could be seen sticking out ever so slightly.


    Which she then touched.


    “Aargh,” came the surprised scream. “What is-?!”


    “Aargh! What is-?!” His own face screamed back at him, causing the man to almost fall over backwards.