GDC 157

It was a bright, scorching afternoon.

Jamer, the jeweler who ran the Goldrain shop Lumina, stepped outside while holding his throbbing head.

He had come to check his shop for the first time in days, but the number of accessories sold could be counted on one hand.

‘At this rate, going bankrupt is only a matter of time.’

His business had been declining for the past few years, but starting this year, sales had dropped sharply.

Most shop owners based in Goldrain were in similar situations.

Since outside merchant groups usually judged contracts based on the main store’s popularity and revenue, this outcome was inevitable.

Standing on the quiet Goldrain main street, Jamer frowned as he looked at Café Delitar across the diagonal street.

‘I shouldn’t have listened to the association president back then.’

If he had taken the subsidy and opened his shop by the lakeside, he would be…