The Holy Alliance is still lauding purchase power over there, but things are different here in Windmill Land.
Although both are testing purchasing power, the situations couldn't be more different.
"What do you mean by this?" Mathis slapped the counter heavily, "Four pounds of bread and you're charging one Dinar?"
Mathis's hand was so forceful that dust fell from the beams of the shop when he hit the counter.
In this small bakery, there was only a shop assistant with a handkerchief covering his face, who could only offer a sheepish smile: "No, sir Priest..."
"Don't call me sir! I asked you why?"
"That's just the price. No matter where you ask, it's the same price."
"I asked you why it's this price?!"
The shop assistant, seeing Mathis wouldn't relent, simply plopped down on the ground: "If we don't sell it at this price, how do we make any money?"
