Chapter 15: Carson [2]

The magic scroll I'm looking to buy now is the Invisibility Scroll. It was a magic that made the entire body transparent for a certain period.

Due to its nature, it could be used for crimes such as home invasion or theft at any time.

But it's not just invisibility; all offensive magic could be used for criminal purposes.

That's why the process for purchasing these magic scrolls from the Magic Tower is very complicated. Anyone whose identity is unclear is completely excluded.

Even if the identity is confirmed, the scroll cannot be purchased without the approval of the Magic Tower regarding its intended use.

And when the regulations in the front world become strict, a market in the back world naturally emerges.

The marketplace of the underworld is where corrupt magicians, who seek to satisfy their own greed, gather together with magic scrolls secretly made.

However, since it is illegal, there is always a risk.

They manufacture and distribute these items at the risk of not knowing how long they will rot in prison if caught. Naturally, there has to be an incentive to take such risks.

That's exactly what Carson was talking about, and I agreed with him.

But...

"Of course I know. But even considering that, it's still too expensive."

"That's not true..."

"Don't treat me like some rich fool, Mr. Carson," I cut Carson off coldly.

At that moment, for the first time, a look of obvious agitation came over Carson's face because I called him by his real name.

As someone who works in the underworld, he has been working while thoroughly hiding his identity.

No one except his closest associates knew his real name.

But his real name came out of my mouth, and I was just a child. He can't help but be surprised.

"..."

A moment of silence passed.

Carson closed his eyes deeply once, then opened them again to calm his agitation.

The smile that had been lingering on his lips disappeared.

"It seems that I underestimated Confucius," he continued, clicking his tongue. "Where did you hear about my real name?"

"The intelligence organization isn't just there," I answered arrogantly, my expression suggesting I had something on my mind.

But that was a lie. I only knew because I played the game.

But that doesn't mean I could answer like that.

"Good."

And that's how the deal was made.

* * *

Carson's expression wasn't very good.

It was understandable since he ended up selling it at a price not much different from the market price, let alone a dump.

But the reason he couldn't just leave because it was dirty was because I was the successor to the Celtrin family, famous for being wealthy.

If a wealthy, big-money customer ends up doing business with another competitor, it's only a loss for him.

"Is there anything else you are looking for?" Carson asked, licking his lips as if it was a pity to pass up the Invisibility Scroll.

"Show me your bow."

"You mean bows? There are some good ones."

Carson quickly went to the storeroom and brought out a few bows.

Almost all of them were in good condition and had a shiny exterior, as if their whole body was telling us they were well-maintained, high-quality items.

But my eyes weren't on such luxury items.

"Now, how about this? It's a sturdy bow made from an ogre's horn and elegantly gilded with pure gold. It's a work of art in itself..."

"Give me that."

"Yes?"

"Give me that."

What I was pointing to was a shabby short bow made of a worn-out frame lying in a corner.

It was an object that was not worth looking at, no matter who saw it.

Carson said with an awkward expression, "Ah... That's it. It's definitely for sale, but it's something my son found rolling around in the forest, so it doesn't have a pedigree..."

"It doesn't matter. Just give me that," I said, determined.

It was natural because I knew the true value of that thing.

That short bow was made by the legendary undead hunter Marcus after he slew the Skeleton King.

The bow was made from the skeleton of the Skeleton King.

And it wasn't just a simple skeleton.

It was a skeleton that contained the Skeleton King's immense resentment.