I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like Chapter 146 Part 2

Chapter 146 Part 2

Translator: “Ashita” Editor: “Weasalopes”

(That person will not tell after all)

He is a soft young man who gave off an air like he was out of it.

What he had in his mind was the mysterious herbalist who resides in the Royal Capital.

Able to steadily produce potions of high ranks and what’s more – they have no difference in quality.

A famous existence that is well known among the rchants who handle potions.

Currently, the handling is being monopolized by the rchant Guild at the Royal Capital.

(Why is it a no I wonder)

He sought information from the rchant Guild, thinking that he would like to deal directly with that herbalist, but he was rejected.

(Is the rchant Guild not there to aid rchants? It is just weird that they refused to tell )

After he was refused, he headed for the workshop that is recognized as the best of the Kingdom.

It is the workshop run by professor Terumano who is a professor at the Royal Magic Academy.

If Tauro ever hears that na, he will most likely recall the incident that occurred when he just ca to the Royal Capital.

The C-rank injury treatnt dicine that lets out a faint red light.

The skinny young man with a crooked mouth, who was in the pri of his life, wanted to show that off and took the effort to bring it to the general purchase reception.

(Is he taking a break perhaps)

It was supposed to be purchased but he was chased away by the apprentices at the door.

In the end, the only thing that was able to be bought at the Royal Capital was the F-rank potions that were sold in cases at the alley.

(As expected, the Royal Capital is amazing)

Even such a rchandise sold well at the destination towns and villages.

It is due to the Royal Capital that started being known as the area that produces potions of superior quality.

(Even though I would have made a huge profit if I got my hands on that potion with this)

His shoulders dropped when he thought about the profit he could not get his hands on.

With such thoughts in his mind, he grabbed the reins while the golem carriage advanced under the sun that is high up in the sky.

(Hmm?)

A figure of an elderly walking on the street.

The young man got a weird feeling when he saw that figure.

(Where did that person co from, and where will that person go I wonder?)

He thought as such but there are no private houses in the surroundings that is in his view. Moving on foot at a place like this is clearly weird.

「What are you doing here old man?」

A tall and skinny old man dressed in dirty clothes.

An attire that is worn in the middle of winter even though the current season is early sumr. The mantle tucked under his arm is, as one would expect, an item for winter.

He turns to face the young man when he hears the voice of the young man.

「Do you want to get on? I do not mind if it is anywhere up until the next town」

Leaving aside the capacity of the young man as a rchant, he is a kind man.

The sll of sweat so strong that made his nose twitch, that would make anyone think that the old man has not taken a bath for a long ti. The old man realizes this but pays it no mind as he sits next to the young man.

「What is your na?」

The young man asks, but the old man does not answer.

After repeating many tis of him asking and the old man replying, he cos to a realization.

The old man has not lost his wisdom, but he has lost his mories.

「Well, I will let you ride until the next town, Pseudo-Acacia. Let’s get help from the people of that nation after that」

The young man, who thought that the old man was pitiful, suggested as such.

By the way, the young man is not even a citizen of Pseudo-Acacia at all.

If it is the nation, they should be able to do sothing. He rely thought as such.

And so the next day, he handed over the old man to the garrison of Pseudo-Acacia.

「See you old man. Stay healthy」

The young man smiles as he waves his hand, the old man waves back.

The stout commanding officer who stood beside had a very annoyed expression on his face.

(Well then, I better do my best)

A servant who lives in and works at the mansion belonging to a great noble. He was born as a son of that servant.

Brought up in a gentle environnt that was fenced off from the raging waves of society.

However, at a certain ti, the situation made a drastic turn.

The house of the employee was wiped out and had stopped hiring everyone.

「Leave it to 」

His parents were worried as their inco had been cut off.

He who convinced them took the money they entrusted him with and used it as capital to start up his business.

After earning money, he would return to his hotown and provide for his parents no matter what.

(Doing business should increase the amount of money I have though)

He thought like this but his profits did not rise at all.

His capital is continuously lting away bit by bit.

(It will be bad if things remain like this)

As expected, there are days when he could not sleep.

On the bed at an inn. That ti that he passed with a feeling of dread in his heart. It is sothing that even he hates.

(I wonder if it will work out well if I go to the next town)

He shakes his head to drive off faintheartedness. He then began his trading journey once again.