My Villains Episode 012
4. South Harbor (3)
All rchants without conscience are no different from thieves and swindlers!
Finding a trustworthy rchant in a world without the Internet was incredibly difficult.
Moreover, since this is a shitty dieval era, there are no police, prosecutors, financial regulators, or the Fair Trade Commission.
In short, there is no one who can make ands for even if I am in an unfair situation!
The only way out is to go to the ruler of the city, Seongju, and beg for rcy.
However, there was no way that our lord, the lord of the castle, would give an excuse for a stranger he had never seen before.
So how the hell do you keep the back of your head here in South Harbor?
After hearing my concerns, Ellen gave a clear answer.
“You don’t have to wait.”
” huh?”
Compared to the serious concerns, the answer is too simple and clear, isn’t it?
Ellen and I were now going through the square to the trading post. It was to buy items to use in the sewer.
“why? difficult?”
Well, looking at the guy’s expression, the desire to hit the certification soars.
To be able to produce such a condescending gaze while bending one’s neck and looking up is a talent.
“Please explain properly. Aren’t you expecting ?”
“Don’t expect people. Act as if everyone else is a robber or a murderer. Then it’s convenient.”
“…You are very extre.”
At best, this guy is like a new sprout growing up in middle school and high school, and the atmosphere is almost like that of an ajumma who has been through three divorces. This guy’s life must have been pretty hard.
As I folded my shoulders and parted through the crowd, I suddenly narrowed my eyebrows.
“for a mont. Are you not treating as a potential criminal?” This bitch, no, this cute guy….
How can you treat like this when I’ve never asked for a fine or negligence, let alone a cri, in my 30 years of life.
“You really do too much. We owe each other our lives, aren’t we doing too much?”
“…don’t worry. Because you think you’re better off.”
“what?”
Wasn’t he a guy who could say such pretty things?
I stared down at him in a sowhat thrilled mood.
“What you looking at. Don’t block the road and go quickly.”
The pouting of the lips just now was a little cute.
okay. What if you can’t use your skills? It’s okay if you have ears.
In fact, Ellen’s words to be suspicious of anyone weren’t all that wrong.
If you are vigilant and suspicious of anything, you won’t be hit in the back. But how do you deal with that?
So, before I left the inn, I had already asked Daria about the reputation of the rchants.
-As for the general store… Grandpa Oreg in front of the trading post sells a lot of stuff. I also use our store often.
I was worried because there were a lot of differences between the ga and reality, but Oreg was the sa.
In the ga, Oreg is the only NPC in South Harbor.
In reality, there were several general store vendors besides Oreg, but I didn’t seem to have to worry about it.
The problem was the smithy, but Daria only spoke unfamiliar nas, either because she didn’t know her well or because she couldn’t rember them.
In a way, it is natural that Daria is a clerk at an inn. It was more strange to have a relationship with armor or weapons.
So the field masters Daria knew were at most hinges and locks.
Of course, those field owners will handle so tal, but my purpose is to buy new equipnt.
So, after hesitating for a mont, I asked in a calm tone.
-You don’t know a craftsman nad ‘Ilton’?
In the ga, Ilton is an NPC who buys, sells, and repairs all kinds of equipnt.
If a guy who sells general items but occasionally makes and sells magic items existed in your reality, he would be a very competent and famous guy.
But…
—Oneton… Oneton? well? I do not know. Well, I don’t know everyone in town.
weird. why don’t you know
I don’t know if my mory is wrong or if it’s the difference between the ga and reality
. Then, if I didn’t feel like it, I planned to go to the place where Ilton was in the ga.
Anyway, Ellen and I arrived at Oreg’s General Store about ten minutes after leaving the inn.
As soon as I stood in front of the store, I pinched my nose. It was because it slled like a mixture of food waste and black goat decoction.
“Ugh, what does this sll like?”
“I see you are brewing herbs.”
Unlike who instinctively pinched my nose, Ellen’s nose was twitching as she savored the subtle sll.
“dicinal herbs? Oh, that’s awful.”
“It must have been a magical material. I think I ca to the right place.”
The guy left those words and disappeared into the store.
I didn’t want to ss around with this sll, so I went in after him.
Upon entering the store, the first thing that catches your eye is a table full of odds and ends, including a brazier, bellows, glass bottles, brass jars, and ladles.
There was a large pot hanging beside the table, and at first sight sothing thick and toxic-looking was bubbling up.
Then, I glanced around and saw that the high shelves filled with partitions filled the walls. Well, it looks like a secondhand store or a used bookstore.
Ellen and I were looking around the store when an old man erged from between the shelves behind the tables.
It was a skinny old man wearing a black robe that ca down to his ankles and a brown hat.
“who is this?”
“I ca to see so things. You are Mr. Oreg, right?”
“…What are you, a rcenary?”
“Haha that’s right. I ca because Daria of the Boat Horn Inn recomnded it.”
When dealing with the elderly, it was best to shut up, be polite and smile.
Of course, if I wasn’t in a situation where I wasn’t regretting it, I might say, “What is your grandfather, why does he speak rudely when you first t him?”
But Mr. Oreg watched us closely with wary eyes, whether or not I gave a comrcial smile, and suddenly pulled back his robe.
“Can you see ?”
“yes?”
Mr. Oreg pointed with his wrinkled, slender fingers at the vials and marbles clustered inside his robes.
Each glass bottle was filled with a reddish, sticky liquid, and the marbles, whether glass or crystal, were brownish.
“Firewood Oil and Blast Orbs. I know it’s because the whole area will blow up if you ss with it.”
…was this a sleazy character? It’s a completely unexpected line.
And didn’t Daria like ? Let’s see if you introduce to such a crazy person…
Anyway, I nodded eagerly with a tired face.
After examining my expression, Mr. No O Leg, the bomb horse, asked a question while adjusting the hem of his robe.
“What did you co to buy?”
“Ah here…
I took out a piece of cloth from my chest and held it. It was a list of items to buy.
Mr. Oreg examined the pieces for a mont and then began to pull them out one by one.
“Are you going to go to the sewer?”
“Ah yes.”
I wondered how he knew, but in fact, looking at the current situation in the city, the only place a rcenary could go with a lantern full of oil was the sewer.
Going out of town at night is crazy.
“Then take the lantern to the bulls-eye lantern. It should illuminate the other side of the sewer well enough.”
“Ah yes. Give it to .”
“Two bottles of lantern oil should suffice. Torches can… get wet, so I’d rather have them made with Song Jinbodan sulfur. It’s annoying to take off the packaging and it turns off quickly, but it’s better than not being able to use it at all.”
Mr. Oreg carefully selected the items even though he used a harsh tone.
When I first t him, he started threatening , so I thought he was just a ss, but I think it was my misunderstanding.
Ellen and I helped Mr. Oreg divide the items into two leather knapsacks. Mr. O’Reg said as he was about to put the bundle of rope.
“There is only a map on the second basent floor. The first floor is guarded by guards, so it doesn’t matter and don’t go below the third floor. Dangerous ones co out often.”
The structure of the sewer is randomly generated for each campaign, but it is ford in a minimum of 5 floors and a maximum of 8 floors.
And the secret passage to the outside of the city is located between the 3rd and 6th floors depending on the size of the sewer.
So Mr. Oreg’s advice was unacceptable to , but I nodded my head obediently for now.
I have no intention of going down to the 4th floor at once anyway. It’s too dangerous.
“Thanks for the advice.”
“Don’t look for the dry weight here, go to the Drunk Pony Tavern and find out. They sell biscuits to sailors there. But is this the end? Do you need any dicine?”
dicine? no way?
“Do you have any potions?”
“…that sounds strange. I’m not even an alchemist, so why are you looking for a potion?”
Mr. Oreg’s expression asked what kind of question he was asking.
If you order a steak at a soup restaurant, you’ll get a similar reaction. Then it is. I was expecting nothing.
“Then what kind of dicine do you have?”
“Let’s see… First of all, Rat Man sotis poisons spearheads, so you’ll need an antidote. With this, you will be able to detoxify any paralytic poison. In case you encounter a corpse beetle, take antidotes for neurotoxins.”
“A neurotoxin?”
“…Aren’t you a rcenary?”
At Mr. Oreg’s reaction, Ellen frowned and stabbed in the side.
“Sothing like snake or spider venom. Don’t show off as ignorant.”
“If you don’t know, you can ask! Originally, you have to ask questions to learn.”
Mr. O’Reg, who was looking at us pathetically, said as he pulled out a basket from under the filthy table.
“Take so styptic and ointnt. I made it myself, but it won’t be bad. Do you have any bandages?”
“Uh… give a bandage too.”
Mr. Oreg put a small paper bag and a porcelain bottle bandage in his backpack and looked at Ellen and asked.
“Is that kid over there a wizard?”
“…don’t care.”
Kya, as expected, a teenage girl with a flurry of anger is really amazing. Such a cool reaction to that bombshell father.
I tapped Ellen with my elbow and said with a smile.
“Ahaha yes that’s right. He may look young, but he is very smart.”
“……Huh”
Mr. O’Reg, who was scanning Ellen with a thoughtful eye, twitched his eyebrows for a mont and then nodded.
“Yeah, don’t pay attention. Okay, four pieces of silver.”
“yes? What about your pennies? What is so expensive?”
It’s four tis more expensive than this crazy estimate, right? Of course, there are things added, but isn’t it too much?
As I put on a shocked expression, Mr. Oreg sighed and said:
“then? In a situation where land and sea are blocked, are the goods at the right price? Don’t try to bargain. Give the money. Or just leave.”
“No, but still…”
How do I do this?
I don’t think he’s such a bad old man, seeing as he’s a South Harbor representative job picture certified by the ga and he carefully selects them… Surely this isn’t going overboard?
While I was thinking so, Ellen blurted
out.
“Just mine. I can’t help it.”
“what? Hey, there are still so many things to live for…
“Then what should I do? You can’t buy essentials without buying a pair of boots.”
“That’s true, but I an…
I looked at Mr. Oreg and said small.
“Hey, how do you know if this is right now or not? Shouldn’t you check it out?”
“are you okay. If you get ripped off, you can burn the whole store down. There are a lot of things that you can just wear.”
“Hey hey!”
Ellen spoke harsh words as if to be heard.
Why is this guy talking nonsense?
Upon hearing this, Mr. Oreg glared at Ellen with a cold smile.
“I guess our little mage doesn’t know what an Explosion Orb is?”
“I guess the old lady doesn’t know what a magic tool is, right?”
Mr. Oreg put on a hard expression at Ellen’s bold answer.
Their gazes collided, and it seed as if sparks would fly. I was just watching the nervous battle between the two in bewildernt.
Ha really. Ellen, what else does this guy believe in and behave like this?
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