A month has passed since I arrived in the fortified city of Kilket.
The treasure hunter girl who called herself Loloi. I heard that she was selling the junk she collected at the Earth Ruins.
“For some reason, they don’t sell at all.” (Loloi)
After meeting several times. Loloi said something like that.
“I don’t know what they’re for, mysterious chunks of stone or pieces of metal,……, in other words, junk. Not many people would go out of their way to pay mana for them.” (Albus)
I said that. Loloi’s face turned red and she started to get angry.
“This is not junk, but treasure! And relics are romantic! They are filled with dreams! Loloi is happy just to look at them!”
Saying so.
In a fit of rage, she hit me hard.
I, who have zero fighting ability, took a decent hit and fell down as a matter of course.
“I thought Albus was a good man. Turns out you’re just like the others who don’t understand romance!”
Saying that. Loloi folded up her stall and went away.
“Warehouse storage ilompa.”
Incidentally, Loloi had the “warehouse” skill, so the stall was cleared in an instant.
Loloi is gone, in the street square.
I was alone in my thoughts.
Selling something of value to others. A merchant receives mana in return for their services.
Relic crap that you don’t know what it is used for. Of course, no one will buy it.
But now.
And my herbs.
Like Loloi’s relic crap, they are not selling at all.
It was also an undeniable fact.
My wife Arcana in Village of Yak.
After arriving in Kilket, we exchanged letters several times through the shared warehouse.