Chapter 688: Business - 688
All around, the commoners were staring in shock. This sort of behavior, by a noble to a noble, was completely unimaginable. It was hard to believe that it had even happened, despite it happening right in front of their faces.
A few older people in the crowd felt as though they had seen this before, though they couldn't remember exactly where.
Skymender left the market. Now, even if he didn't personally announce his return, people would still know.
A day or so later, a fat man sitting in an office heard the news and jumped up. "Lord Skymender. Have you returned?"
He too had grown, and was different than before, though surprisingly not by much.
He was currently in the process of undergoing training with his father, who hoped to have him inherit the business at some point. However, their morning exercises seemed to have no effect on his body. In fact, he seemed a bit bigger than before.
His father didn't even call him by his name. When he walked, he was called an earthquake. When he ran, his father called him a train. When he sat, his father acted as though a meteor had struck the earth. When he simply existed, he was still called Fatty.
Regardless, he was excited to hear that Skymender was back. Back then, he had been scared and timid, but after so long, he looked back on then as if it was his glory days, and he would never experience another.
Elsewhere, Duchess Vass told her daughter the news. She too was excited to hear about Skymender's return. Despite so long passing, she had never forgotten about him. She finally admitted to herself that she had fallen in love, and was eagerly waiting to see Skymender again.
In another location, the Grayn family simply shook their heads at their son, who was now a grown man. It had been different the last time, as it had been a child beating up a child, but this time, it was a child beating up an adult. They were too ashamed to pursue any sort of action against Skymender.
Skymender sat in his room, thinking. He was no longer completely considered a child, and was wondering how he could consolidate his status in the Imperial Capital. He could go the route he had when he was younger, putting someone in danger and saving them, but that seemed as if it would lead to him getting exposed.
He could display his abilities, like he had at the noble gathering, but that was a bit away and he did not feel the need to wait.
After numerous thoughts, Skymender wanted to create a business. This time, it would have to be legitimate. The Emperor could let him being Skygod slide as it was in Sky city, not even a royal capital, but if he tried in the Imperial Capital, he would instantly be taken down. Regardless, he did not have the confidence to take on a Sword Master at the moment. Even the weakest one could cause a life and death situation.
Instead, he would start a legitimate business.
As for how he would do that, he knew exactly where to go. He traveled into the wealthy commoner area and found a house he had visited before. Without being stopped, he knocked on the door.
The door opened, and a familiar looking large, strong man opened the door. He recognized him.
"Mr. Skymender. Are you here for the walking mountain?"
Skymender nodded. "Is Fatty here right now?"
The man shook his head. "He actually went out looking for you after hearing that you kicked a noble."
Skymender thanked him for his time and began a search. He didn't need to go far. In the same marketplace, he found a fat man, nearly reaching adulthood, walking around. Everyone moved out of the way for him, as anyone that didn't would be sent to the hospital.
His mass had reached an impressive level, even for his size. It was as if his body actually contained a bit of muscle under the fat.
Skymender wasn't sure what to make of him.
Skymender turned a corner and stood in front of him.
The Fatty didn't notice him and continued walking. He eventually came so close that it looked as though he would crush Skymender.
Skymender's eyes narrowed in focus as he leaped forward, performing a flying kick. Even using all of his strength, he was only barely able to knock the Fatty down. He was simply too big.
The Fatty, now on his back, rolled around in surprise.
"What did I hit this time?"
Using an advanced technique, he rolled back onto his legs.
Looking around, he spotted Skymender, who was breathing heavily.
His eyes brightened. "Lord Skymender!"
Skymender looked at him with less than happiness. "Screw that. If you want to talk to me again, you better cut off some of that fat. You can't even see below you."
With that, he stormed off.
The Fatty was stunned. He had not expected their reunion to conclude so quickly.
Taking a look at himself, he was indeed excessively large. In fact, he was literally known as the biggest person in the Imperial Capital, though only horizontally.
He sighed. Most of the fat on him was actually excess that he could lose, but had taken pride in it. Seeing Skymender walk off, he decided it was time to return to his peak. He would still be fat, very fat, but he wouldn't look like a walking pumpkin. Though he wouldn't be able to see his toes, seeing the ground a few feet ahead would be possible.
With determination, he made his way to a nearby training area.
Skymender returned to the Fatty's house. Come to think of it, the Fatty probably couldn't help him much anyways.
His father was much more likely to be useful. The Fatty's father was surprised to see Skymender again, but welcomed him inside. Skymender explained his idea of starting a business.
Finally, Fatty's father spoke. "Well first off, what are you going to sell?"
Chapter 689: Cooking - 689
Skymender responded quickly. "I'm not quite sure. Hopefully, I can decide after we talk."
The Fatty's father nodded. "Alright. Well let me help you decide then. First, would you rather sell a product commonly, or to the few with vast wealth? If you choose the first, you can, for example, gain a gold from ten thousand people. If you choose the second, you can, for example, gain 1000 gold from ten people."
Skymender thought. "Preferably a common product that can be bought by anyone, though perhaps a better version for the wealthy."
The Fatty's father nodded. "That is where most people's thoughts go, but 99% of the time, they can only choose one of the two. It seems like between them, you would rather have ten thousand people give one gold."
Skymender affirmed his conjecture.
"Then what are you good at? Food, cleaning, managing? What you are good at will decide what category of product you should sell, even if just at the start."
Skymender thought for a while. His first thoughts naturally went to assassination and poison, but he quickly shut those down.
Instead, his mind moved towards other skills. He was well versed in just about every type of knowledge available in the Empire, which covered most of what was in the world.
However, most of his knowledge was in the area of materials. Naturally, this went with poisons but it could also go with other things.
Plant materials were a big part of poisons, and he had studied those deeper than most. Skymender finally had an answer.
"I think I want to create a restaurant." He said.
The Fatty's father nodded. "I can't say I have any knowledge in that industry, but in terms of business itself, I can no doubt help you. Now, I hate to bring this up, but helping you would take time out of my busy schedule."
Skymender waved his hand, stopping him. "Naturally, you will be compensated. Money is not a problem."
The Fatty's father nodded. They could discuss exact amounts later.
"When you have a product, come back to me and we can start. If you are going to open up a restaurant, three or more products is the minimum to start with."
Skymender nodded. Thanking the Fatty's father, he left.
The conversation had lasted a while, and when he left, he saw the Fatty at the door. He was covered in sweat and struggling to walk, but he seemed an inch skinnier.
Skymender was astonished.
The Fatty nodded his head at him, too tired to speak, and entered the door.
Skymender realized why the door was so big. Otherwise, the Fatty would never get through.
Skymender shook his head and left. There was definitely something wrong with the Fatty's body, but it was none of his business.
Skymender began to research in his house's kitchen, combining different plants and meats to make foods. His knowledge on how plants related to cooking was low, but it quickly increased. Perhaps due to his already vast knowledge of plants, he progressed extremely quickly. It took him three days to create his first dish.
He had to admit that making poison was far, far harder.
Skymender's dish used steak and a few seasonings and sauces to create a unique, slightly spicy taste. Melly was his taste tester, and she clearly enjoyed it.
Skymender kept the recipe with him, though he had naturally memorized it, and continued his study. After another three days, he created another dish, this one using chicken. It was equally good.
Another three days, another three days, another three days. Soon, Skymender had five dishes, essentially unique.
His cooking skill was mediocre, though his fire control was great. He had thrown in some poison concocting techniques while cooking, bumping up the taste of his food.
Most importantly, he was able to make great combinations of plants, spices, seasonings, and sauces to create five incredible dishes. If his cooking skill was better, it would be even greater.
He made his way to the Fatty's house. He knocked on his door, and the Fatty's father greeted him.
"Back already? Have you changed your mind?" He asked.
Skymender shook his head. "I've already created five dishes."
The Fatty's father looked surprised, and deep inside was some suspicion. "Are they unique and good tasting?"
Skymender nodded.
"Alright then, let's make you a restaurant."
He invited Skymender inside, who accepted his invitation.
The Fatty's father pulled out some paper and handed Skymender a writing utensil.
"Go ahead and draw what you think up."
Skymender nodded and brainstormed. Naturally, this would be going in the commoner district. It would be a hundred times cheaper to build there than in the noble district, and a hundred times was a conservative estimate.
Skymender began to draw.
Eventually, he had a three story building in front of him. The first level was large, big enough to accommodate at least 50 tables.
The second floor was big enough to accommodate ten, assuming they were spread out.
The top floor was big enough to hold three tables, and they would be spread far apart, giving privacy to each guest.
It was not utterly huge, but it was around four times the size of an average shop around the commoner district, and that was not including the higher floors.
Considering he was a noble, it was by no means ridiculous, and by far not the biggest building in the commoner district.
The Fatty's father nodded. "I see the vision. Do you have the money to build it?"
"I do." Skymender said.
"Good. Then let's decide a location and contact some construction workers. With a good crew, it should take a month to build, assuming you pay well."
Skymender nodded. As a noble, they would charge less and work harder.
He eventually chose a rather expensive plot of land at a frequently visited area. It was near one of the major commoner marketplaces, though not exactly in that area.
With the help of the Fatty's father, a representative of a construction company came and met Skymender a few hours later.
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