Chapter 119

The distance from the aristocratic house to the Ogatorv family is rather long. It can be said that it is a distance that feels even more distant now that I just want to hurry back and rest in bed because it was a tiring day.

Even so, I deliberately choose a longer route and go for a walk.

“It’s not a duke, what a fortune teller.”

As soon as they left the aristocratic house, strange puppies started following them by their tails.

At first, I thought it was long, but after thinking about how far and how to explain what happened today, I took a real walk, so I definitely understood.

Every time you see an item that can be used as a mirror in the stalls that are widely available in the market, there are people who pretend to look at them and check behind them. two women and two men. All four of them are wearing the same outfits as if they were in line with the black ceremony, despite the fact that they are commoners who can be seen everywhere.

I was looking at the necklace for a little while trying to guess if they were the traitor’s subordinates, and then the owner of the newsstand trembled and spoke to me.

“Oh, sir. You have eyes to see! The one in the center of the necklace there is real silver.”

“I don’t think it’s new, but it’s very neatly trimmed. Does the owner manage it himself?”

Knowing precious metals was learned from Asilier and also from the Ogatorf family. I can’t say it’s perfect, but I’m proud to say that I can see through things at this distance.

There’s nothing good when the guys who stop by suddenly notice something strange.

“As expected, it’s not a bet! It’s accurate! But it’s not stolen property! I brought used items from a jewelry store that deals with nobles! Aristocrats don’t pay attention, but it’s different here!”

The brown-haired woman, dressed more like an adventurer than an ordinary market woman, was much younger than the stallholders around her. Still, it doesn’t look very normal to have two rice cake sticks on both sides that look like bodyguards.

I’m awesome too. Even if I had to choose unconsciously, I was looking at these stalls.

There’s a good chance it’s stolen, but it’s not important to me anyway, so I decided not to care.

“price is?”

“Only 10 Itsiel silver coins!”

“The attempt to sell second-hand at cost was good.”

I’ve heard that I’m not very good at Asillie, but I’m the owner of an eye that is praised by the Ogatorf family’s butler. Already studded with silver, not jewels, is close to a luxury substitute for the poor aristocrats.

I had no intention of living anyway, so I just went on my way, but the landlady quickly stopped my hand trying to put down the necklace and began to fawn.

“Aaaaaah! Saree! Wait! A joke! It was a joke! Ai-ing! Nondaaam!”

“I don’t treat cheating on the price as a joke.”

“Honestly, it wasn’t a joke, but if you bought it at that price, you’d be willing to give it a lot of services? Trust me.”

It’s disgusting to see her twisting her body and showing off a charm that she couldn’t get back, but being able to be confident like that is probably because she believes in her appearance and does that. It’s certain that she has a striking beauty for a stall vendor, so she must be confident.

But there are only three women around me who are prettier than you. Four if you include Cheryl. I was about to drop that and go, but suddenly a stranger’s hand came up on my shoulder.

“Hey, Nari. Don’t be too harsh because my younger brother joked about it. Why don’t you go see more things?”

Surprisingly, aren’t the shoulders creeping towards me and paying attention?

“I wear a nice sword on my waist, isn’t this kind of money? Let’s go well.”

“What, what?”

I was so surprised that even having a tail on my back made me feel like it was no big deal, so I stuttered involuntarily.

No matter how stupid they say, guys who are half a head shorter than me with a height and muscles approaching 190 are threatening me right now!

“Can’t you guys see my clothes right now?”

“what?”

As I went further into the alleyway, I smiled sincerely as I looked at the rogue gang members sneaking up on me.

“My name is Eldmia Ega.”

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Zikmel was a successful information merchant.

The days when I was just an immature 15-year-old kid who went wild unknowingly after joining a gang that said he would break his fist in Ogwen four years ago.

Sicmel, who had such an intense experience that he sometimes had nightmares, had to live in fear of death for more than four months, praying that his broken legs would be put back together. When I picked up the story that the leader of the gang died from a single kick, I was grateful that only my leg was broken, but I was afraid.

Ironically, thanks to his broken legs, begging was not difficult, and while enduring such days, Zicmel gained a great realization.

That violence is so useless in the face of greater violence, and that actions that come out of ignorance never lead to pleasant results.

Realizing that survival requires knowledge, not violence, as soon as his leg healed, Sicmel fled Ogwen to another nearby city. Saving money to eat, learning from the pharmacist, gaining knowledge, crawling on the floor, and earning money with information when thugs ruled the streets with violence.

For an ordinary person like Jicmel, information about adventurers did not make money, so he made money dealing with information about merchants and nobles mainly active in the city, and overcame various dangers with such information and settled in the capital.

In the meantime, violence was not the subject of treatment. With just the information, he could have been called out without regret. Of course, he was operating a newsstand using that information, but it was just a minor side job.

As I was concentrating on my work as usual, I heard an unusual knocking sound.

“Very, Captain. May I go in?”

“Come later if it’s not important.”

In the end, the information award is a series of checking the authenticity by comparing the documents that come to the desk all day long. So Zicmel remembered his opponent by listening to his voice without raising his head in the sea of documents.

It wasn’t difficult to recall. He was one of the escorts assigned to protect Lilsey’s stolen goods stand. Was his name Ben?

It was a guy who didn’t have the head to distinguish the importance. But he opened the door and entered without hesitation.

“Cow, a guest has come.”

Entering the capital to play in bigger waters and to get even a little further away from Ogwen, the source of his fears, his organization was growing smoothly, but talent was always lacking.

And since it was ultimately up to Zicmel himself to make up for the lack of manpower, he did not like wasting his time.

“Guest? To me?”

“Uh. To you.”

It’s the first voice you hear. It was also half term. It wasn’t hard to guess that Ben was the guest he was talking about.

A simple question popped into Zicmel’s mind in the few moments he turned away from the document and turned toward the visitor. No customer would have been able to visit like this. Who spilled the information in vain? It wouldn’t hurt to rearrange the system for safety.

Gicmel, who turned his head completely and looked at the other person, concentrated on looking at the person called the guest, wondering if it was a face he remembered.

I didn’t have to dig deep.

“Huh? How do you look familiar? Have you seen us somewhere?”

“Moki, ki, ki!”

“talent?”

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

Because there were traces of the face that I had seen so much in nightmares for 4 years.