"Oh, honestly, I forgot, Mother! Hahaha, I was up all night playing Keto Kyomji Goo. You know I love strategy and studying in-depth evidence," he said in a quiet, expectant whisper.

Sevatlana rolled her eyes in amusement and tapped his forehead hard, not to hurt him, but to leave a gentle sting as a reminder...

"Ouch! Mother, I understand. I won't forget. Ouch! It feels like Drella pierced my skull with a tiny hole!"

She answered him with maternal firmness and her usual sarcastic tone:

"Alin, pay attention, my boy! I just want you to open your eyes and mind, boy. Now, get the bottle of wine," she whispered to him, glancing towards the reception room...and returning to him with that sly, amused look.

"Go on! Pour him a generous glass of that, the wine that makes everything forgetful. His memory will evaporate like boiling water!"

Sevatlana said, straightening up and looking over Alin's shoulder for a moment.

"Come on, don't stand there!" She called back from afar as she headed towards the reception room, where the merchant was with Gibanelli and Romalin.

Allen remained there, muttering to himself...

"Hmm! 2,000 gold pieces, doesn't that mean a million dollars or something like that in the future?" Allen approached the page and screen, tapping it dramatically and asking,

"Hey! Dear reader, can you explain to me the obvious calculations and that this merchant is really cheating us? Damn it!" He sighed in exasperation, looking at the screen.

"Thanks, I'll do the math in my head!" Allen said smirkingly, returning to the story as he went to retrieve the bottle of wine he had prepared earlier.

He went to the reception area, continued walking, and entered the room carrying the bottle.

The room's decor gleamed in the morning sunlight, as usual. Svetlana was chatting with the merchant, who seemed awestruck and amazed by the grand hall's decor and the table stretched before him as he sat in the armchair.