Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

90 – The price of good deeds

Unfortunately, I couldn’t get much information from the adventurers’ conversations.

Of course. Unlike knowledge that can be obtained in books, rumors and information obtained in the field were quite rare, and I wouldn’t say such things in the corner of a general store.

However, getting the information that there were not many requests from the adventurer’s guild heading towards Colhen, or the place names that the security has recently become bad, was a pretty big harvest.

If you just avoid that place, it will be a pretty safe trip.

“Packing done!”

There was nothing more to listen to, so I went to the counter, paid my bill, and went out into the street again.

The streets were crowded with people. We had to stick a little closer.

“G-House, where shall we go this time?”

Miss Prianian, who shared the luggage with me, asked.

“I asked to go to the general store, so this time, Mr. G-House will choose.”

Hag Castle in the afternoon was quite noisy, so we had to stick a little closer to have a conversation.

To the extent that the slightly shiny side sword she was wearing around her waist slapped me on the leg.

“I’m sorry. I’m too attached.”

“It can’t be helped.”

While looking around for a while, I saw a signboard in front of me.

“…A magic item store?”

“Oh.”

Hearing my murmur of her, she nodded her head.

“Come to think of it, Mr. Ghouse is in the north, so you don’t know much about magic, right?”

“I still can’t forget what Miss Prianian muttered as she shot the crossbow through the wizard’s head.”

“Me too.”

After answering that, she looked at me as if she remembered something, running her red hair through her hair.

“Come to think of it, you called me Miss Prianian back then too.”

“Didn’t Miss Priyanian still call me Mr. Ghouse?”

“Yes. How can nothing change?”

“Just that you can still call Miss Prianian Miss Prianian, a lot has changed.”

At least it’s not dead and forgotten, and it’s in the middle, not the north.

As long as the word “Late” Is not added in front of the name, the title is not that important to me.

“Thanks to Mr. G-House.”

“You did your best. Even though I am good at it.”

“Your face is still quite thick.”

“Where would the compliments of Miss Priyanian go? Let’s go over there.”

The moment I was about to enter the magic item store while talking like that.

Boom!

A man burst out of the store door.

“Yeah. He looks like a real person.”

It’s as realistic as a real person, and for a moment I wondered if there was such a way of hospitality in a magic item store.

The old woman’s shout came through the door that hadn’t been closed yet.

“It’s a thief!”

No, it was real.

The man who carried out the illegal transfer of ownership proudly in broad daylight wore a cloth bundle around his side.

“Get out of the way!”

The thief, who was wearing something around his side, rushed at Miss Prianian.

Despite the sudden charge, Miss Priianian skillfully dodged to her side, but instead of passing by, he reached out his hand to her shoulder.

She is obviously a machinist trying to tie her owner down by shoving her into her side of the shop.

But there was nothing more I could do here.

Paak!

Because my foot was already stuck in his side.

“Gagging!”

It almost flew off on its side and rolled several times, drawing the attention of passers-by before stopping.

“Keep it off.”

“Guards! Dear guard!!”

The guy, who was blown away by the weight-bearing kick, couldn’t stand up again, and the old woman, who appeared to be the owner, came out right away and called out to the guards.

First, I went to him, gathered my arms behind my back, and put pressure on it with my knees, then looked at Miss Prianian.

If it were her original, I would have looked at her first.

“Are you okay?”

She gave her a moment of surprise and nodded her head.

“Let go! Let go you bastard!”

The guy who was struggling from below was pouring out double curses.

“If you don’t solve this, I won’t make you regret it! You’re like a dog! Let go!”

“How are you going to make me regret it?”

It was a question of pure intent, born out of a sudden question.

Why do I regret, despair, and pain after beating these guys? Are these words missing?

Why do these guys talk about faith, hope, and love? Doesn’t this word come out?

It’s really strange, in the process of forgetting all the faces of 50,000 bastards for 5 years, I’ve never seen a bastard like ‘Kkeuk, I’ll give you faith!’

At my question, the thief on the floor asked in reverse.

“What?”

“Tell me a clear plan. I will give you despair by doing this and that! I wouldn’t have said it because there was such a thing.”

Then laughter was heard from the crowd. The man who went from being a thief to a clown in an instant was speechless.

This is why people shouldn’t speak out with silence.

In the distance, I could see the crowd parting little by little. The guards at Hag Castle were quite swift.

“Look. I’ll give you an example.”

I decided to show him the skills of a skilled teaching assistant.

“Try using it later. I don’t know if I can live even if I hang myself.”

As soon as I finished talking, armed guards appeared in front of me.

“You have worked hard. Guardians of peace.”

I showed the mercenary card skillfully like a detective in a movie, and pointed at the thief shaking right under my feet.

“This thief was not enough to steal, so I caught him because he tried to assault my colleague.”

“Is it true?”

I nodded my head at the words of the guard, who was waving.

“If you ask the owner over there, I believe he will probably tell you the exact amount of the stolen goods. Plus, that my actions were done out of pure goodwill.”

Unsurprisingly, the magic item shop owner offered a slightly more flexible price,

That amount was more than enough to meet the hanging standard in Hag Castle, where there are many merchants.

“You can do it like this. Is it easy?”

“Aagh! You bastard dog!”

While he was shouting, the guard checked our mercenary plaques and heard where we were staying.

When the Merchants Association said that a small amount of compensation would be paid, he sent a thank you to the guards.

And I decided to go back to my original purpose.

“Excuse me.”

I picked up the package and approached the owner as he entered the store.

The old dwarf woman turned her head and greeted us warmly.

“Oops. I couldn’t say thank you Come inside. I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

“Thank you. By the way, I am trying to become a grateful guest from a grateful person. Are you interested?”

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It was a word that a merchant could not refuse.

The inside of the Magic Goods Store, which smells pretty musty, feels like a witch’s hut in a fictional creation.

There were no strange things like boiling pots or flying brooms.

However, despite the visuals of one or two lizards appearing to be crawling out of nowhere, it was surprisingly warm.

I wondered if a witch would decorate her house with this feeling when she becomes a grandmother after retiring.

The owner put the package the thief had taken earlier into the box with a friendly smile.

It must have been a keepsake of her husband that was mixed up among the things he was carrying.

After carefully closing the box, the old woman came out of the counter and approached me.

“Come on. Pick anything.”

Contrary to what I thought, the magic item store had quite a few items related to life.

As I looked carefully at an object that looked like a lighter used in the kitchen, the old woman explained.

“Take a look at the stone protruding there.”

Click.

A really weak flame rose from the tip of the stick, and the owner grunted at my expression that looked calm.

“It seems like I’m seeing it for the first time, but I’m not surprised. When I was a kid, when I saw something like that, I was shocked and threw it away, and it wasn’t even a fuss.”

“How much is the usage limit?”

“There must be a hatch on that stone. That is the usable amount.”

I decided to buy just one because I was told that recharging can only be done with high-end magic tools, and most things don’t.

You can usually start a fire with flint, but if you use it once or twice on a rainy day, it will last a long time.

After picking up a magic tool that emits fire and a magic tool that blows wind like a hand fan, I headed to another place.

I saw something like a wand in the showcase at a glance, but the old woman objected, saying, ‘If you sell something you can’t even use to someone who isn’t a wizard, you’ll hear the voice of a dwarf without conscience’, so I headed to the scroll next.

The old woman, who knew that it was my first visit to the magic goods store, kindly explained to me one by one.

“There is no magic that goes beyond the 2nd tier. And even that is big enough for a bachelor to use.”

“Why is that?”

“From the 3rd level onwards, almost all of them are attack magic, and they are dangerous for merchants like us to sell. But that’s the case, it’s just because they can’t make money if we sell them.”

The old woman’s explanation was quite kind.

“If you want something stronger, you should go to the Wizard Guild. There, you can buy even the third tier scroll with money. If you are not a member of the guild, it will be very expensive.”

I didn’t really need that much, so I silently looked through the scrolls and selected five of them.

Miss Priyanian was looking at something in a bottle, which seemed to be a potion.

The old woman went to the counter and spoke warmly again.

“If you have chosen all of them, come over here, I will give you a special discount.”

But it wasn’t cheap. Even though it was clearly visible that the price was cut considerably.

Shaking and handing out the money, she asked, quickly packing her goods with dwarven-like hands.

“By the way, why are you a mercenary?”

“Yes.”

“And that pretty girl?”

When I said yes, she complimented me, saying, “Young people are bold,” And she turned her head away for a moment.

Meanwhile, the old woman finished packing him.

“Come on. It’s done. Make a lot of money so that you can come next time.”

She packed her package, but her composition was a bit odd.

Apparently, I only bought a couple of magic tools and four scrolls of auxiliary magic and basic magic, and there were five of them.

Among them, I pulled out a scroll with a particularly strange color, and the number [4] Was written at the top.

Obviously. It was a space to write down the hierarchy.

“Grandma-“

I looked at the counter in surprise for a while, and a clichéd answer came back, as if reciting lines.

“I don’t know what it is, but the things I sell don’t have anything higher than 3rd tier. He’s an old man who follows the wizard guild’s policies very well.”

After saying that, the old dwarf woman just smiled kindly.

“Goodbye. I’ll stop by once with the kids later.”

“Not like that.”

“I had a youth who said that too, young bachelor. It’s a good time.”

The old woman waved his hand like that.

***

At the time of sunset in the evening. We headed in front of the restaurant.