Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I have absolutely no connections.

[Hmm. So, youre saying youre trying to sell an unproven drug to the nobility without any connections, and I have to figure out a way is that what youre saying?]

Yes.

At Logans casual response, Phillip temporarily lost his words.

[If this goes wrong, Logan might be fine, but Im surely done for.]

Dont worry about it.

[You say that as if its not your life on the line]

What was that?

[Ah, nothing. Hmm. To make noble connections, a party is indeed the best option.]

Party? A party, huh

[Yes. But Im a commoner and cant attend noble parties. So at least Logan should]

Me? Youre telling me to go to a party?

The McLain family, hardly in a position to afford a party, never had such an experience, and in his previous life, the only parties he knew were disorderly victory celebrations with plenty of mercenaries and few knights.

That alone was a troublesome enough request, but there was more.

[Even if you attend a party and make connections, it will take time before those are useful for business. You cant just sell there either.]

Hmm? Selling directly? Ho!

[Not to put a damper on your plans, but really, you shouldnt do that. Not just for Logans sake but also for the reputation of the McLain family within social circles.]

No. Thats not what Im talking about. As long as were not selling, it should be fine.

[Excuse me?]

With a rising sense of foreboding, Phillip asked in a concerned tone.

Hmm. Thanks to you, Ive got a great idea. Lets meet in the capital.

[Me too? I have work to do here]

Itll take a week to arrive. Well meet inside the West Gate of Gran in a weeks time, in the morning.

[Logan, are you even listening to]

Crack.

Click.

Contrary to Phillips desperate cry, Logan, who seemed lost in thought, stepped out of the communication room with notably light steps.

* * *

Are you going out again?

Yes. After such a significant event, I need time to calm my shocked spirit.

You do?

Yes.

The big son, suddenly requesting a meeting, gave an absurdly nonchalant excuse, making Patrik sigh.

Huh Hm. Well, where do you plan to go?

To the capital for a bit.

The capital?

Yes.

And youre saying youre going to a large city to calm your mind?

To broaden my horizons.

Im supposed to believe that?

Yes.

Patrik couldnt hide his astonishment but saw no movement on his sons unfazed face.

I cant exactly tell him Im going to sell aphrodisiacs in the capital.

Even if it was a profitable item, it wouldnt sit well with the trade guild without intermediaries, and certainly not if he announced such personal business ambitions.

Hed object, citing the familys dignity.

So the best approach was sheer brazenness.

Fine. You must have something in mind. Go ahead.

To his surprise, he was granted permission rather easily.

Thankfully, his reputation built on prior achievements was still solid enough.

The capital was uncharted territory in his current life.

The prospect of a nobles son, with no servants in tow, driving a carriage loaded with nearly 2000 boxes, caused a bit of an issue within the family.

Due to his demonstrated performance in the war, no one dare oppose Logans assertive insistence.

Thanks to that, for the first time in a while, Logan could prepare to sleep alone under the starry night sky, using the road as his bed.

Its inevitable. Rick has to work.

If reliable Rick, already tired from daily labor in the warehouse, had heard this, he would have been exasperated.

Rick wanted to keep the relationship between the meat from Karok and this medication a secret for as long as possible.

Because he still lacked completely trustworthy confidants.

Still, sorry about that

* * * Although Logan had arranged for an expensive, 50-gold-a-night accommodation in the inner city, the place he cautiously sought out was located in the slums outside the eastern walls of the outer city.

With the western rise of the Ares Empire transforming it into the new trade center, those with wealth and power migrated westward.

The impoverished left behind could not afford to move and were mostly the poorest of the poor.

Many such people gathered on the outskirts of Grands east side, where criminals escaping justice or societal misfits mingled, forming a slum.

But the corrupt upper-class did nothing for the trash they had created, leaving them to their decay.

It led to an escalation in lawlessness, and soon enough, the area was given up on by the state, becoming the ultimate lawless land.

Even at high noon, an ominous aura pervaded the place: the unsightly side of Grand, hidden by the grandeur of the inner city and its busy outer areas.

Noxs Grand branch was hidden deeper within this lawless expanse.

If you look weak, youll be stripped down to your intestines in an instant.

Logan ignored the beggars reaching out asking for coins as he confidently strode down the alleys of the lawless zone.

Though the notion of a shadowy guild remaining in one place for long was laughable, Nox wouldnt move their branch that easily.

It was an open secret, in a sense.

Being the most renowned information guild in the continent meant a constant stream of clients.

If they moved each time an issue arose, theyd struggle to service their clientele.

Fortunately, Logans guess was correct.

Knock. Knock-knock. Knock. Knock.

After rapping on the door of an abandoned building in a particular pattern, a slot in the door slid open.

Blue eyes peeked out, voicing their annoyance.

What do you want?

Nox.

Password.

Lunai.

Tch. Wait.

Luckily, not only Noxs location but also the password remained unchanged from his previous life.

The only difference was that he had to wait outside for well over an hour.

That reason, of course, was reasonably predictable.

Come in.

The abandoned buildings interior was deceptively spacious, and the underground was even more expansive.

The nondescript middle-aged man inside greeted Logan as he opened and stepped through a worn door.

Welcome, young master Logan McLain, coming all the way from the southwestern fringes of the kingdom. What business brings you here?

Logan wasnt surprised to be instantly recognized by a stranger.

Rather, he found it reassuring that Nox could verify his identity within an hour, a testament to their capability.

Ive come to an information guild to buy information. Why else?

Oh ho. And who may have provided you with our branch location and password?

Thats something for your side to figure out.

Regardless of their inquiry, no answer would come of it.

With a relaxed expression, Logan sat across from the middle-aged man at the table.

All right then. As long as the price is right, why should we care? What do you want?

First, the list of nobles who have married in the last ten years but have no children. Second, nobles without concubines or mistresses. Third, nobles who often seek foods touted for improving virility. Focused on those residing in the capital.

Excuse me?

Logan was probing for a list of nobles with potential erectile dysfunction, suspecting Nox might have such information.

Even if they had such sensitive details that could undermine a noble, they wouldnt sell them cheaply.

For a high-ranking nobles secret, they might not sell at all, to avoid backlash.

So, instead of going straight for the hardest info, Logan asked for information that he himself could use to infer the delicate details.

Is it difficult?

Not difficult, but why do you seek this?

Would it count towards my payment if I told you?

We will accept your request.

And the deal was made.

* * * Nox delivered the information the very next day.

The competency wasnt surprising, but the cost surely was shockingly so, but not in a good way.

This sort of almost-rumor-like information cost me 900 gold? Three thin booklets?

Phillip picked up the booklets, each no more than a centimeter thick, with an astonished look.

Yes. Nox is expensive, indeed.

If we had the time, we couldve done this

You pay to save time. Now, just focus on finding the people who match all three criteria. And those who match two.

Yes.

With the merchant from his past life learning from a mercenarys past life, targets became apparent before even a few hours had passed.