The Transmigrated Novelist

It had been some time since he was able to properly enjoy himself, and especially the refreshens and comfortability of a bathtub.

Right now he felt like whatever had happened until now didn't matter anymore, even though he knew that things would get started to get difficult from now on for him.

Perhaps not immediately but in one or two days, assassins would start appearing for his head, and his food would most probably get poisoned or tampered with.

Not that it mattered much to him, as he had Gaia in himself, and he could enter that place whenever he felt like it. No one would be able to find even the slightest trace of him.

Even though he had such a trump card as Gaia though, he never lowered his guard. On one side it was much better staying with the forest barbarians, as those guys were more direct.

If they wanted to fu*ck they fu*cked, and if they wanted to kill they killed. Surely these seemed too animalistic and barbarous, but those were their instincts, and they didn't hide them behind a smile.

In this 'civilized' world, everyone was trying to be a smart ass by hiding their real feelings and thoughts behind a smile or a mask, and in an opportune time, even the best of friends could back-stab.

Well, Roy wasn't the best guy to talk about that though, as he wasn't much different from the others.

In principle he had the same conduct and thoughts that these hypocrite bastards had, he was going to make use of them for as long as he could.

It didn't matter much to him whether they were willing to be made use of or not, he only looked at his own account.

The more he stayed inside the bathtub and thought about what had happened, and philosophical stuff, the more he felt that he was spreading and losing concentration.

Knowledge is good, but too much knowledge is bad!

Thinking like that he opened his eyes to have a look around, and when he saw no one and nothing, he just got up from the bathtub, wore a robe around himself, and got out in the lobby.

He had to admit that this was a truly good house, and as he came out of the bathroom he saw Alma enter the place with a stack of account books, and documents.

The only thing covering him was his robe, and if it weren't for Alma being accompanied by a few servants he would have jumped on her immediately.

Still, his desire disappeared the next moment, that he saw the stack of documents and accounts in front of him, that seemed to have formed a little mountain of paper.

"I thought that you told me not to keep my expectations high! What is the deal with all this?"

"Well, since I have decided to believe you, then I thought that I should go the whole way don't you think?"

Roy couldn't help but have his eyebrow twitch, even though this was what he had wanted from the start. Left with no other choice, he could only sigh, and say,

"Well, then let's get over with this!"

With that thought in mind he started looking through all those account books, and documents, even though he was surprised how did that Guild Master ever give permission for something like this.

After all, who would ever hand over the information of their wealth just a day after they had ever seen his face.

It didn't really make much sense, but Roy didn't want to lose his time to think about that, as he was more focused on reading and comprehending everything.

Since he had the memories of that nerd Roy, he was able to quite easily adapt to the new language and symbols.

The only time when he would stop dealing with the account books, and documents was when he would have to eat.

Forgetting the fact that food was never cooked as it should have been, from the third meal and forward there would always be poison mixed into it.

There had been used so much poison, that even his poison immunity and poison magic were actually showing signs of a breakthrough.

Still, he pretended to not know anything, while he ate and drank like he had never felt something wrong.

On the third day, the enemy seemed to have lost patience in trying to poison him and send 5 assassins to kill him.

The assassins were all Rank 3 and above, with at least 2 of them being Early to Mid Rank 4. Certainly, each of them had their own skills and occupation.

Too bad that the assassins were caught by surprise during their attack, as there was no trace of them the next day. It looked like the assassins had been assassinated!

The first ones to visit the next day were the 3rd Elder and Boris, who gave the pretext that they were there to discuss about the artifacts that Roy robbed from the 3rd Elder's son's body.

Hearing that stupidity Roy closed the door on their face, as he left only one remark behind,

"Come when you truly want to trade!"

One look at their shocked and startled look when Roy opened his door was enough to understand that they had sent the assassins, so Roy didn't bother with them.

On the other hand, they didn't dare to attack or act openly against him either, as that would be the same as rebelling against their own Guild Master, who had invited Roy there.

After that, the assassins' numbers continued to add up, as the 6th day their number reached an easy 13, which surprised even Roy at how many assassins there existed in the city.

He felt that with the daily numbers, he must have already taken down a small guild of assassins, and yet these guys kept sending more and more.

Well, not that mattered anyway. As long a Rank 5 assassin didn't make his way towards him, then Roy had the confidence to deal with them.

Surprisingly the 3rd Elder and Boris came only that day, and weirdly it looked like they had nothing to do with the last assassins sent, but Roy didn't care.

While there were people that wanted him dead, there were also people who wanted him alive, as Earl Clark had sent him an invitation to one of his parties, that he had no intention of losing.

Alma had done her job good too, as she had brought him all the information he had asked, and especially selected a few good items and artifacts for him.

Amidst them was a Rank 4 leather armor that he was able to wear even below his normal clothing, called the Hunter's Protection.

Rank 4 Water, Fire, Earth, and Wind mana rings, that were able to instantly resupply the magic power of any mage that had the specific element.

A Rank 4 Metal Barrier ring, which was able to defend him even from the attack of a peak Rank 4 Warrior, or Mage's attack.

Together with a new Rank 4 greatsword, a few mana potions, a bow, arrows, even a dagger, and some hidden weapons.

In order to not reveal himself by wearing the clothes inside his first space ring, he was forced to buy quite a few fashionable new clothes as well.

When he was finally finished, the price of all that came to a stupefying 200 high-quality mana stones, an amount that even the Sparrow Merchant Guild would take at least a year to make.

Still, Roy paid everything on hand without even showing any emotion. Like that was just a small drop of water in the ocean.

It was only after 8 full days that Roy finally managed to go through all those documents and information and finally could take a breather, as Alma asked,

"What do you think?"

"You and your father are in extremely deep shit!"

"Huh!? What do you mean? Surely they are threatening father with the poison but we still have control of the Guild!"

"Just as I thought, you still haven't understood it! There are 13 out of 19 Elders that have already accepted Boris's deal and sided their selves with him.

3 more are also in the verge of going his side, and only that weird 2nd Elder seems to be still on your father's side!

Even that guy is most probably siding because he has taken an offer that he couldn't refuse! After all, even if he couldn't sit on the Guild Master position, as long as his son does everything is the same!

According to my predictions, you only have time until the next 10-year meeting which will happen in 6 months to turn the situation!"

"What do you mean? How is that possible!?"

"Really simple, the Merchant Guild is going to suffer a big loss next month! A loss big enough to drown you and your father, that 2nd Elder might escape though!"

"Stop speaking in riddles already!"

"5 years ago, before your father started to notice the poison he had been inflicted with, the guild was in trouble and debts, so your father took a large loan from a high-noble.

The guy's name is Duke Egins, and he was an acquaintance of the 2nd Elder. The loan was 20.000 high-grade mana stones, and it hasn't been paid even once during these years!

While the Sparrow Merchant Guild is worth much more than that and has a wide market, you don't have that many mana stones in hand, and even less an opportunity to make them in the current market.

And to seal everything in one strike, there is…"