The magic scroll I'm looking to buy now is the Invisibility Scroll. It was a magic that made the entire body transparent for a certain period.
Due to its nature, it could be used for cris such as ho invasion or theft at any ti.
But it's not just invisibility; all offensive magic could be used for criminal purposes.
That's why the process for purchasing these magic scrolls from the Magic Tower is very complicated. Anyone whose identity is unclear is completely excluded.
Even if the identity is confird, the scroll cannot be purchased without the approval of the Magic Tower regarding its intended use.
And when the regulations in the front world beco strict, a market in the back world naturally erges.
The marketplace of the underworld is where corrupt magicians, who seek to satisfy their own greed, gather together with magic scrolls secretly made.
However, since it is illegal, there is always a risk.
They manufacture and distribute these items at the risk of not knowing how long they will rot in prison if caught. Naturally, there has to be an incentive to take such risks.
That's exactly what Carson was talking about, and I agreed with him.
But...
"Of course I know. But even considering that, it's still too expensive."
"That's not true..."
"Don't treat like so rich fool, Mr. Carson," I cut Carson off coldly.
At that mont, for the first ti, a look of obvious agitation ca over Carson's face because I called him by his real na.
As soone who works in the underworld, he has been working while thoroughly hiding his identity.
No one except his closest associates knew his real na.
But his real na ca out of my mouth, and I was just a child. He can't help but be surprised.
"..."
A mont of silence passed.
Carson closed his eyes deeply once, then opened them again to calm his agitation.
The smile that had been lingering on his lips disappeared.
"It seems that I underestimated Confucius," he continued, clicking his tongue. "Where did you hear about my real na?"
"The intelligence organization isn't just there," I answered arrogantly, my expression suggesting I had sothing on my mind.
But that was a lie. I only knew because I played the ga.
But that doesn't an I could answer like that.
If I'm going to do it, I might as well be a bit pretentious and pretend to have so plausible background.
"So… what you're saying is that what you see isn't everything about Celtrin," Carson said, understanding on his own.
He had an expression of ek acceptance, realizing that his information-gathering power was lacking and that I wasn't just so well-bred, spoiled brat.
Carson finally spoke with a look on his face as if he had given in.
"I have made a great mistake by not recognizing you, Your Majesty. Please consider the 100 gold as the nonsense of a money-hungry rchant and be lenient. Instead, I will give it to you for 80 gold, 10 gold less than the market price of 90 gold."
These are words that any ordinary person would just ignore.
Who would have thought that in this situation they would add another price hit?
I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the thought that rchants really are such vicious people.
And then I thought about how I could deal a blow to this cunning rchant.
My thoughts quickly ca together.
"Carson."
"Yes?"
"Are you kidding right now?" I frowned and beca serious.
Carson seed a little taken aback by my reaction. "What are you talking about all of a sudden...?"
"I told you clearly. Don't treat like so rich fool."
"No, not like that…"
"If this is how it is, I have no intention of doing business with you anymore. This is not the only place I do business with."
I turned my back coldly, then opened the door and tried to leave. Just before I did, Carson's hand grabbed mine.
"Oh, Your Majesty, I am old and forgetful. When I think about it again, the market price was 80 gold. I will give it to you for 70 gold by lowering it by 10."
"Are you joking?"
"Oh my, 60 gold."
"What?"
"… 55 gold."
"I'm leaving."
"50 gold."
"Okay."
"…"
"Good."
And that's how the deal was made.
* * *
Carson's expression wasn't very good.
It was understandable since he ended up selling it at a price not much different from the market price, let alone a dump.
But the reason he couldn't just leave because it was dirty was because I was the successor to the Celtrin family, famous for being wealthy.
If a wealthy, big-money custor ends up doing business with another competitor, it's only a loss for him.
"Is there anything else you are looking for?" Carson asked, licking his lips as if it was a pity to pass up the Invisibility Scroll.
"Show your bow."
"You an bows? There are so good ones."
Carson quickly went to the storeroom and brought out a few bows.
Almost all of them were in good condition and had a shiny exterior, as if their whole body was telling us they were well-maintained, high-quality items.
But my eyes weren't on such luxury items.
"Now, how about this? It's a sturdy bow made from an ogre's horn and elegantly gilded with pure gold. It's a work of art in itself…"
"Give that."
"Yes?"
"Give that."
What I was pointing to was a shabby short bow made of a worn-out fra lying in a corner.
It was an object that was not worth looking at, no matter who saw it.
Carson said with an awkward expression, "Ah… That's it. It's definitely for sale, but it's sothing my son found rolling around in the forest, so it doesn't have a pedigree..."
"It doesn't matter. Just give that," I said, determined.
It was natural because I knew the true value of that thing.
That short bow was made by the legendary undead hunter Marcus after he slew the Skeleton King.
The bow was made from the skeleton of the Skeleton King.
And it wasn't just a simple skeleton.
It was a skeleton that contained the Skeleton King's imnse resentnt.
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