Chapter 48 – Warlock’s Request

“These are?”

I took out all the trinkets I had brought on my desk and laid them out. The owner asked while wearing monocles.

“These are the things I brought from the ossuary.”
“The ossuary palace… I’ve heard that such a dungeon was discovered recently. Isn’t it called the Orcotta Catacombs?”
“You’re right.”

There was an atmosphere like a real expert about using tweezers to make an appraisal. Come to think of it, perhaps because the name is an antique store, there were odd-looking items on display here and there.

I don’t know, but there is hope. The hope of selling this junk.

“Looking at the pattern, this is an item from the ancient warrior kingdom.”
“An ancient warrior kingdom?”
“It’s an ancient country ruled by warriors. Those mighty warriors are said to have hired slaves who accounted for more than 90% of the population.”
“No it can’t be.”

That’s spartan

“It seems to be the tomb of warriors.”

The skeletons that attacked with those old weapons were ancient warriors. They must have won many victories while shedding hot blood in their lifetime, but they were still fighting even though they became white bones behind them.

To be honest, I’m not interested in such a setting at all.

“And… Judging by the condition of the accessories, they don’t seem to be warriors of a very high rank. Is there anything that looks precious just by looking at it?”
“If I had it, I would have shown it first.”
“Sorry.”
“So how much will these be?”

I asked, rubbing my hands carefully.

“Well… I don’t think these are of any particular value. But they stimulate my interest in collecting and researching.”
“You mean?”
“I will buy all of these.”

Match! I clapped loudly.
I didn’t mean to take it back, but my mind, which had always been anxious, was cleared.

“But I can’t pay a big price.”
“I don’t care. Take them out too.”

At my words, the party lined up all the trinkets they were picking up on the stall. It was a complete pile.

“…A lot.”

That’s how we were able to pack about 20 copper per person. From the first trip to the dungeon until now, a total of 69 coppers was obtained, an obscene amount. It was a considerable amount. The tin cup and staff are still there.

“Oh, and I also found these things.”
“Tin cup? Did you find that in a dungeon?”

This was the main First of all, I show you the clutter, and then I take out what has real value. Since he is a person who buys ancient accessories for research purposes, there is no doubt that he is not interested in this.

“…This is a real thing.”

He said, wearing white gloves and receiving a tin cup.

“5 silver each. Buy two for 10 silver. I can’t give you more than that.”
“Great.”
“Five silver!”
“Awesome!”
“Huh… That’s a pretty big price.”

Everyone burst into exclamation at that ridiculous value. 5 silver per cup! It was an incredible amount! Each person can get 2 silver and 50 copper, so this was almost like a lottery!

I was so happy that I felt like crying. It is the moment when you receive a fair price for your hard work. I went to the dungeon once and got 119 coppers with only 2 silver in cash!

“I’m selling it unconditionally. I really hope the business goes well.”
“Next time you get something like this, come to me.”
“Sure!”

On the way to the antique store, we received 8 1-silver coins and 20 10-cooper copper coins and divided them correctly. My wallet got heavy in no time. However, my heart became lighter enough to be incomparable to him.

“Okay! You literally hit the jackpot!”
Hehe… Dungeon is a pretty decent income. Wouldn’t you like to go again next time, Barbarian?”
“Ah, of course.”

Copson, whose tension rose, burst into laughter. It wouldn’t be too bad to go back to the dungeon later. If you hear the news that the Necromancer has died.

The work was over, and the settlement was over, so it was time for everyone to go home.

“Then, I’ll go back soon. I think I’ll meet Katt Saint-nim again someday.”
“Are you a saint?”
“You’ve helped me twice in my religious missions, so you’re no different than a saint. I don’t think it’s a coincidence. There must be some connection. And feel free to talk.”

After working together a couple of times, somehow, we developed a relationship like that… It’s a joke and proof of friendship. I replied with a smile.

“Ah, yes. Then Elise is going to Krasheim now?”
“Yes. The journey will be long, so we have to return as quickly as possible.”
“Be careful and go back. That, what? Before you go, you’d better get a backpack or something. If you keep those skeletons lined up like that, you’ll draw unnecessary attention.”
“Thanks for the advice.”

It would take quite a while to get to Krasheim. I hoped nothing bad happened along the way. Of course, no matter what happened, as long as it was Elise, I wouldn’t worry. Rather, on the way, maybe he will find a bandit with Jebalo and try to break her head off her.

“Then, I hope Meria-sama and Copson-sama are well.”
“Goodbye.”
“Good bye.”
“Don’t lower your voice.”

Elise greeted her party and disappeared.

“I’ll go back too. I’ll probably stay in Isvant for a while, so I’ll see you again soon.”

Copson also left and said goodbye to Meria.

“Ah, I’m so tired. I’ll stop too. Thank you in many ways.”
“I was most grateful for your shield. Goodbye. See you next time.”
“Yeah~.”

After parting with her companions, I walked towards my own path. After eating and washing up, I plan to go to the inn and spread out. It wouldn’t matter if I sold the staff tomorrow.

I came out to the downtown and found a restaurant. I was very tired, so I wanted to have a quick meal, so I went to a nearby bakery. The smell of baking flour was very fragrant.

“No, do you sell fucking hamburgers?”

When I entered the bakery, I saw bread with meat and vegetables between the breads, so I bought it as if possessed. The price was 2 coopers, which was a bit large. It was just the right size for a snack.

While eating a hamburger, I headed to the bathroom. Originally, I don’t like to eat while walking, but since it happened to be a hamburger, I walked without hesitation.

When I arrived at the bathhouse, the staff was a little intrusive. It didn’t go into the locker. I called the staff and asked him to give me the cane.

“Oh, are you a wizard?”
“It’s similar. Can I put it down for a while?”
“Of course.”

I wasn’t a magician, let alone a wizard, but I answered moderately. I went into the bathtub and washed my body. And soaked in the bath.

“Ugh, Mr. Daddy is so fucking good.”

After washing every inch of her body her, she entered the inn with a refreshed mind and threw herself onto the bed.

***

The next day I headed to the Swordsman Guild.

Because I have a little question for Karin. She didn’t have much of a network, so if she asked anything, Karin was the perfect person. Aren’t we guild members who are like flesh and blood, connected by a strong string called 5 silver?

“How have you been, guild leader?”
“Oh, hello.”

When I opened the door to the swordsman guild and went in, Karin, who was sitting in the shade and polishing her sword her, stood up and waved her hand her. As she was coming towards me, she saw the staff I was holding and she said.

“What is that wand? Could it be that you just changed your job to a wizard?”
“No way. I went to the dungeon this time. I picked it up there.”

I held out her staff and showed her.

“I thought I wouldn’t see you for a few days, but I went to the dungeon and came back. Where, was what I learned useful?”
“Unfortunately, I didn’t cut people… But the physical training and accurate cutting method were very helpful. The feeling of cutting and the duration of the battle itself were different.”
“That’s fortunate. But personally, I wanted two or three people to come and tell me what they thought… Anyway, what about that staff?”

She never imagined Karin would feel sorry for not killing anyone. I want to use it in real life too, but when I see this, I’m a natural psychopath killer, just like she said, no, that’s absolutely not the case.

Anyway, if you kill someone, report it to Karin… No, I just keep thinking about shit. I hate killing that person.

“Yes. When I brought this wand to the guild, the alchemist, it was really expensive. So I came to see the guild leader’s face.”

Taking it to the magic tower was out of the question. It didn’t seem like they would be any different from the alchemists and the bastards. Rather, it would have been more slaps if it had hit the price. In that case, it would be better to get an introduction through Karin, who is also a powerful person in the city.

“The Alchemist’s Guild? So why are you asking me to cut their heads because they look like shit to me?”
“No, it’s not like that. I was wondering if you knew of a place where I could properly dispose of these things. Since I’m an outsider, there’s no one I can trust except the guild leader, so when something troubling happens, the guild leader’s face immediately comes to mind.”
“Hmm, so? Thank you so much for relying on me, but disposing of the wizard’s wand…”

Karin thought hard about something.

“It’s a black crystal. If you see that it’s a little unpleasant, is it something from black magic?”
“Ohhh, can you feel it? This evil spell?”

Karin ran her finger across the outer surface of the crystal and said. She seemed to be able to sense something in this staff. If that’s the case, it means that there is residual magic power left, but that’s why it’s so valuable.

“I can feel it all when I am.”
“It’s something a Skeleton Mage was holding. I heard that it was caused by a Necromancer, but to be honest, I thought it would be lost if I dug all the way there, so I only brought this.”
“You did a good job. You’re wise. If you fall behind, you won’t be able to eat porridge. For now, surviving is also swordsmanship.”
“From what I’ve seen, the definition of swordsmanship seems very broad.”

Our guild’s swordsmanship philosophy was to kill the enemy, steal money, survive without getting hurt, and live a healthy life no matter what.

As if remembering something, Karin opened her mouth.

“Ah, that’s right. There was that bitch.”
“Have you got anything on your mind?”
“My friend, no, my acquaintance ran a store like that… It’s been a few years, so I don’t remember. Well, that’s right. I did.”

No, guild leader. What should I do if I already have dementia at that age (estimated thirties)?

“I met this guy while working as a mercenary in the past. He’s a black magician. Maybe he’ll pay for me?
“A warlock? But you don’t seem to see much of a friend.”
“Looking at her face her, she’s a bit of a bitch.”

Having said that, Karin pointed out the way.
There is a prejudice that all warlocks are evil, but is he good enough to open a shop in the city and do business?