The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

I'm in the city now.

Next to Stark territory - a fortified city surrounded by walls.

Looking sideways at the kid wanting a toy, he went for a straight section.

When I got to where I was going, I glanced.

Smells like sulfur poking my nose.

Thin and smoky, obviously bad air.

There was a workshop on the side, and whenever the high noise rang, the red light lit up.

Commonly known as the 'Black Market'.

The blacksmith's workshop is the corner of the line.

In a big city, there is always, and the environment is bad.

People walking down the street were also just adventurers carrying noisy weapons.

Naturally, there's no such thing as a child in a place like that.

If they find us, they'll stumble out.

I activated [Explorer] 's magic.

[Illusion]

It's the magic of planting false perceptions through the opponent in response to the gaze directed at the operator.

Similar magic has [phantoms], but that one is magic that flows deceptive information into your sight. [Illusion] is - for example, magic that misleads the perception of 'child' as' adult '.

It's simpler than [phantom], and most importantly, it's a magical cospa.

When I was a [Seeker] in my previous life, it was a magic I used a lot.

Going into the 'black market' full of mu-sa painful adventurers.

But nobody sees me, nobody blames me.

Apparently, it's a success.

It was a bit of a clap.

I was confident in my magic, but eventually no adventurer appeared to notice [phantom].

I would have noticed if it was about one or two people back in the day...

Apparently, the quality of the adventurer is falling, as is the Warcraft.

I arrived at the store I was looking for.

Get inside. The sign said it was a tool shop, but it also placed weapons, etc.

It feels more like a grocery store than a tool store.

Going in the back, the shopkeeper was rowing the boat across the counter.

The moment I speak, I jump out of the chair where I was sitting.

"There you are," he rushed with a loving laugh.

"I'm here to sell Warcraft material. Ask for an appraisal of the amount"

"Okay. Let's see. Where are the things?

I take the little bag out of my nose.

When I put in the magic, it glowed and swelled up greatly.

It was the Horn of the Warcraft that showed up.

But what impressed the shopkeeper was not the material of the Warcraft.

"Oh! Wow! Is that [storage] magic?

The shopkeeper slips out his hips.

It wouldn't even be that surprising.

If [Wizard of Magic (Wizard)] specializes in space magic, it should be before breakfast.

"I've never seen it before. Could it be you - a namesake archdeacon?

"It's no use pretending. I'll get them to buy it at a high price."

"I'm not. Until I told you the truth. It's really my first time. There used to be a lot of them."

[Storage] is intermediate magic.

I do have quite a few skill points to get.

But it should never be expensive.

Is the level of occupational magic so reduced?

I'm getting a little sad.

"So? How much are you buying me out?

The store owner checks the contents.

In fact, I held it in my hand and stared at it seriously.

Eventually use the magic of [Appraisal].

[Blacksmith] Is this such a dumb father?

It used to be something [villagers] did with their own eyes......

"Hey, what no!!

Suddenly my father groaned.

Hmm? What is it?

What have you done, me?

"Customer, is this Ickak Tiger's horn?

Anyway, yes.

The contents of the bag are the horns of Ickakutiger that I defeated and collected.

In all my experiments, I noticed that a lot was gathering.

Now spread over the counter is part of it.

Ikkakutiger materials become ingredients for magic aids and medicines.

It's common, but with all this, twenty silver coins would be crap.

It's worth a couple of nights in a nice room.

Now I'm going to buy the materials I need to synthesize Warcraft bait and stronger Warcraft.

"Did you collect it yourself?

"You suspect?

"Respect... No, he must still be your famous wizard mentor. I didn't expect you to defeat the B-rank Warcraft so much...... I'm afraid so."

Horn up as if even God worships him, and bow his head with a peck.

Yeah? Isn't that strange?

Ickak Tiger should have been C-ranked.

How long has it been B-ranked?

Well, is it weird to ask the store owner here?

It's also depressing to be looked at weirdly and underfoot.

Do you want to find out for yourself later?

"So how much is that gonna cost?

"Er. Right. How about fifty gold coins?

Hmm.

Is that what you came for...

I won't be fooled, shopkeeper.

This is still said to be Blackhound in "The Black Market," a man who has been feared.

I'm a little confident in negotiating prices.

When I was a [Scholar (Professor)], I became the best merchant in the world.

It's like running a store in the corner of "The Black Market," let's argue softly.

"Store owner. How about 50 gold coins?"

…………

...... hmm????????

Wait a minute.

Fifty gold coins?

"Okay, okay, now you're talking about 50 gold coins, shopkeeper."

"Huh? Yeah......"

Oh, that's crazy.

Ikkakutiger's horns are not so rare a magic material.

Therefore, it is to be bought and beaten for the price.

In the past, it would have been your word if you had received one silver coin per bottle.

Here's twenty.

If it was one silver coin, I thought it was about 20 silver coins...

Fifty gold coins?????????

Uh. Wait a minute.

It's supposed to be worth one gold coin for 50 silver coins, so fixing 50 gold coins to silver coins...

…………

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's been too long since I've been too upset for easy reckoning!!

But what do you mean?

In the course of 300 years, the value of money has declined?

"And, shopkeeper, if it's fifty gold coins, what can you buy?

"Huh? Well, wouldn't you be able to buy a one-family house and a front carriage or so?

Together.

Monetary value doesn't change that much.

It used to be about that.

I mean, is that it?

You mean the Ickak Tiger horn has increased in value!?

"Oh, um... If you are dissatisfied, we will study the price a little more"

The shopkeeper asked in horror.

Apparently, my question earlier was taken as provocation.

Before waiting for a response from me, I started thinking.

"So how about 57 gold coins?

"O, 57 gold coins!?

Unexpectedly raise your bare voice.

Seven gold coins have gone up.

7 If gold is converted into silver coins... no, let's not think about it.

"Huh? Can't this still work? No, I'll do my best. Such a fine Ickak Tiger horn...... It's hard to get to market."

I hear my shout further ignited the merchant's soul.

Oh, hey...... Store owner, don't push it.

"With 59 gold coins!

"59!!

"Yes! It's a big one! 62!!

"Sixty-two!

"Ooh, customers do quite a bit. I get it. Because my life depends on me too! Let's call this store!

Stop it! Stop it!!

Don't push it any further, store owner!!

I've already seen enough of your soul!

"Momo thief!! 69 gold coins!!

Ghahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

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"Every time..."

The storekeeper, who burned out white, squeezed his last force and dropped me off.

Leaving the store.

A bag with tons of gold coins was in my hand.

Slippery and heavy.

But that's half of it.

That shopkeeper...... He gave me all the money he had in the store.

The rest, as soon as I borrow the money from the loan, they'll give it to me.

I look at the bag.

Hey, I don't know...

I feel like I've worked a scam.

But this is the soul of the shopkeeper.

Now, we can't withdraw because it's too expensive.

I had a little chest ache and I decided to donate some of the gold to a nearby orphanage.