Kilket is a fortified city protected by a double wall with an outer gate and an inner gate.
Both, though, are stone walls and iron gates.
The inner gate is taller and sturdier.
And inside that inner gate. It is mainly inhabited by rich aristocrats.
In the area between the inner and outer gates, near the inner gate, live the commoners of Kilket.
As one moves closer to the outer gate, the houses of farmers, engineers, and other laborers and the facilities for adventurers, miners, and other temporary residents increase.
Tens of thousands of people come and go every day. It is the center of trade on the western continent.
In such a fortified city of Kilket.
My business was having difficulties.
First.
If I do the same as in Mort town and try to sell medicinal herbs in the guild.
“No business is allowed here.”
I was kicked out by a guild official.
Apparently. It seems that the guild’s rules really don’t allow it.
In Mort town, it seems to have been somewhat tolerated.
“What the hell. ……”
Next.
I tried to make money in the luggage carrying business and pretended to be a party seeker. But there was no demand at all.
Most of the people who heard that I was a “merchant,” the weapons that can be handled are “none”, and that I had “no combat skills,” were immediately turned me down.
But I don’t have the ability to do a solo quest.
I can’t even do beginner level quests.
And if I can’t go on a quest with a party. I couldn’t do the begging or the looting-traveling-merchant.
“Shit. ……”
By the way, there are four guilds in the fortified city of Kilket, located in the east, west, south, and north.
In other words, the number of quests and adventurers is too large for a single guild to handle.
Even if they didn’t want to recruite me.
There were plenty of other adventurers with “warehouse” skills and knowledge of the area who could take my place.
Me. I thought I could manage to do business in Kilky as an extension of my business in the town of Malt.
Apparently, I was completely naive.
“Let’s go back to the basics here. We’re selling a steady stream of business on the street.
And even that idea was shattered in the blink of an eye.
→→→→→
Highly trafficked.
The west side plaza of Kilket, crowded with numerous stores.
I was about to start peddling there…
“This peddler’s square is reserved for peddlers with wagons.”
Like that, I was stopped by a man who looked like a watchman.
I looked. In that peddler’s square all the merchants were doing business in front of their wagons.
A number of wagons lined up in a row.
They display their products in front of, behind, and to the left and right of the wagons. They are doing business by creating a kind of impromptu store.
And a wooden tag with “Merchant’s License” written on it. The wooden tag on the front of the shop was decisively displayed.
“A poor merchant without a wagon is not allowed to open a stall here! Look elsewhere!”