Chapter 182

A magic tool never has an infinite lifespan. Such an ancient artifact made of magic was possible.

Mana eventually becomes weaker over time and with frequent use. It was a natural result of the depletion of the charged mana or the deterioration of the technique. Of course, if a wizard knew how to manage it, it could be restored to a state similar to the beginning, but it was a far cry from those who were unfamiliar with magic.

Librarian Seneran got a hint of business from there. A hint that even the maintenance and repair of the product will lead to profit.

High-level magic tools can only be repaired by a high-level wizard. As a result, it was common for both the cost of obtaining and the cost of repairing to be burdensome. Anything useful in battle could be used in the name of a trump card, but it was natural that it was an absurd luxury to use such an item in the trivial daily life of an adventure.

So, Librarian Seneran lowered the standard drastically.

It was treated as the exclusive property of wizards, but it made life items that were not so important to the specifications of adventurers, designed them so that they could be used even if they could not use mana, and made mana cartridges to replace mana. Items with a simpler structure were modified so that they could be replaced with debris magic stones that would overflow after a few experiments.

It was an incomprehensible move for mages who always seek the top. Why not just make something that’s worse than what’s there now and make money from it? Most wizards laughed at her actions.

Some crazy wizard would spend money for embers and lights that would be done in one spell. What crazy adventurer would indulge in such an odd luxury.

In a way, it was a valid opinion, but they greatly underestimated the comforts they were enjoying.

Luminous lanterns that use mana cartridges and magic stones that do not tear or break like oil bags and bottles secure less light source than regular oil lanterns, but last longer and do not have to worry about the fire being transferred or extinguished by the wind.

Even if another cartridge of the same specification is used, the light source disappears, but fine heat is generated and it can be used as a stove. Its quality was by no means comparable to that of a campfire, but it brought enough warmth in a blanket or small tent and, likewise, I didn’t have to worry about igniting it.

Instead of making a fire in 10 seconds by removing the lid and pressing a button inside, the igniter is made of wood and burns up in a hollard. It was an item that wizards were sure of, but now it has become one of the items that are so loved that adventurers with some money basically carry 5 of them.

All things were like that. If you unwrap it and put it in water, it will burn up after generating enough heat to boil a cup of water. A stone that only glows when shocked. A blanket that is only slightly waterproof. Even if it is damaged or lost after using it like that, the price and reasonable performance enough to buy it again.

There is no need to be sorry for the wizards in the library, and most wizards who have seen Seneran sitting on a money cushion with items that are of a level that are trivial enough for street wizards to do themselves, readily admit their ignorance and give her a golden gift. He was nicknamed the sorcerer.

So people started forgetting. To be precise, it was close to forgetting because of the money he earned without hesitation with his outstanding skills.

Why did she suddenly start earning money and what had she built a library in the Dwarf Quarter to study before that.

When was the Seneran Magic Library built?

A lot of time has passed since then, but few people are interested in what the hell she is doing with her life, which is hard to see now.

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The staff of Seneran Ma Library had a small secret. A very little secret that makes them serve their guests with sincerity. It was a bonus that existed separately from the salary.

“It’s a good item, but on the contrary, it’s too good for me to use. I think there are products with just average performance. Could you look into it?”

“You didn’t enchant the fabric, but you already made it using magic when you made it? You want to buy two of these tents... huh? Just buy one? It’s winter anyway, so it’s just cold to leave? Is that so? But thinking about next year ...”

“Because it might be after the day has already been released by then. Isn’t it cheaper to buy it in advance?”

“Is that too...?”

Aside from the interest he showed at first, the elf quietly smiled and filtered out unnecessary items, and the man had a keen eye for identifying a product and clearly recognizing its pros and cons before even explaining.

‘I can’t even feel the mana, so what’s so sharp?’

Contrary to his size, the man’s eyes were so good that he wondered if he might have dwarven blood flowing through him.

At first, I took it lightly and called the prices of the cheap items a little higher and the expensive ones a little lower, leading them with the mentality of ‘If the price is similar, it’s better to add a little more’. Because of this, it even came to a situation where it was sold cheaper than the original price.

Only then did Nelby admit that he had misjudged the customer’s ability this time. However, in that short time, there were only two things he bought in that form, and Nelby had to shed bloody tears inside.

She might not have been able to sleep at night if the man hadn’t shown interest in the music box, which was treated as one of the bad stocks.

“...Isn’t this a music box? I don’t think it has anything to do with travel items.”

“This product is a music box made by a Dwarven artisan. It’s not a travel item, it just has a little unique function.”

“Any unusual features?”

“It was made for the purpose of training mana management. When you open the box, music plays once, and after that, mana is directly poured into the devices inside to make the user move. It is made of special metal and does not work with mana. Most of them are accessories, and among them, it is a tool that aims to play at the same speed as the original music by injecting an appropriate amount of mana into only the gears through which mana flows.”

Even though there was only one item that had not been sold for several years because of the evaluation that it was not known whether it really worked on a dirty and difficult subject, Nelby did not bother to add such a courtesy.

“How much is this?”

“It’s a gold coin of Ethiel.”

Nelby did not lie about the price. If you do that to bad stock, it will only increase the chance that it won’t sell.

However, even after hearing that it was a single gold coin, the man bought the music box without hesitation, and even the elf next to him tilted his head but didn’t stop him, so Nelby got a chance to make up for his mistakes perfectly.

Of course, if she had been sloppy from the start without being attracted to her appearance, she might have been dragged to the atrocious situation where she had to call Seneran, the owner of the library, after getting her marrow pulled out, but Nelby had no way of knowing that fact.