In the meantime, I took the entire collection of Hero’s party out of my warehouse.
After that, everything from medicinal herbs and other medicine-related items to grimoires and other battle support supplies, and finally food and water. Everything that had been stored in the ‘warehouse’ was thrown out.
“Is that all? If you dare to trick me, you know what will happen right?”
Of course… that is.
I said this and presented him with an inventory of all the items I had been methodically keeping.
Ryan took one look at the item ledger, which was filled to the brim with entries, and handed it back to me.
“I can’t read this stuff.”
At the number of possessions of Hero’s party who completely blocked the city roads, I put an ‘X’ on every single item on my inventory.
All that remained were a few,, water bottles and such necessities of life.
Come to think of it. I guess there were hardly any of my own belongings in my ‘warehouse’.
“‘Oops, this was yours…”
Ryan then offered me a rusty iron rod.
“What a nostalgic.”
I couldn’t help but mumble.
It was my first weapon when I was still new in the party.
It was my weapon, back when I didn’t have the money to buy a proper one.
After that, Ryan kept accumulating more and more military exploits, earning more and more money and acquiring new weapons one after another, but…