Chapter 12: 12 What's your first sale?

If you see the city's exterior walls, you won't be that far behind.

By "outside" the wall, it is only "the outer wall when the city was first built," and now the fence surrounds it even more, among which is the city. This time, it's you we need.

In other words, this is the out-of-wall market (if you will) in the first place, and of the merchants who come regularly, those who can still do it while in this city, started to live in this new city with stores, so we can go in and out without worrying about tolls, etc.

If you don't live or set up a store, the money involved is minimal. Instead, those who do not pay taxes cannot receive the full asylum of their lords.

That said, the trouble with insecurity is that the same people who pay taxes, so if there's a crime, the guards will take it down.

But that's only protecting me with (...) I have (...). If there's a problem with human interaction in the city, it's likely that this one will be disposed of unilaterally.

As I approached the entrance from outside the new town, I saw a guard glaring at the street near the entrance. Basically anyone can say they can get in, but naturally no one in this city or anywhere else who has caused problems can. They're not coming in, they're watching.

"Can I have a word?

A guard calls out to us trying to get into the city. A young man. It is the leather armor that I wear, but I can see the marks I used.

Even though you look like a Dallas, there's no alarm in your body with a short spear. He seems like a man who can do quite well, regardless of his age.

"Yes, what is it?

I answered, trying my best. At the edge of my sight, I see Thermia laughing. Remember back and forth.

"Hey, this is a face I haven't seen lately, so why don't you tell me why you came to this city?"

"I will sell my made sickles, axes and knives in the Free City of Djyuyi. And Qua."

"Anything else?

"Not today. Confirm?

"Whoa, that's a quick story. It'll help."

Because it would be troublesome if I were trying to bring in contraband or something. Since I was in the previous world, I have thought that when I say this, I can only behave cooperatively.

Well, not once or twice, because of the way it looks, or because of the suspicion that it was rejected.

"All right, you're all right"

Says the guard who was searching our luggage. I was in a bit of a hurry when they saw the knife that me and Thermia had, but they didn't say anything in particular.

Maybe you thought it was the same as the seller.

"but don't cause problems."

"Absolutely."

Now we're clear to get into town. I'm getting a little excited.

Visit places to people on the road and go for the Free City. The Free City may sell things there if it pays for them, and vice versa, it should not sell things outside of here.

In this world, I want to live by the rules because I want to make things relaxed.

I couldn't get into the city and Thermia and I got to Free City. Once you have paid the silver coins at the entrance and received the wooden plaque and sales table for the sale permit, look for an empty spot.

The best places are taken by merchants who arrive much earlier than us, or by people from the local workshop, so I'll look for something a little better to form.

I just got in formation, lined up the sales knife and sickle on the sales table, and left the quack and axe standing, and now I'm ready for sale.

"Then don't ask for it today."

Speak to Thermia. It's an important baton of the day.

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"Whoa, I think I'm just standing there even though I put it on."

Thermia shrugs her shoulders and says, "Well, I don't know what it is."

And about two hours went by without a thing. It's a good thing nothing bad happens, but I can't sell things either. Speaking to people passing nearby, they don't quite buy it.

These products are very durable, so I'm sure I won't even buy them again...

That said, nothing else is likely to be made and easily sold. I may have to wait to sell it through guts, but then don't worry about the money in hand......

That's how his face got steep in a jittery mood, making Thermia a little oronic, waiting for the guests as they turned their legs away, and a handful of knowing faces appeared. The guard we checked when we entered the city.

"Hey, are you selling?

"No, not at all"

"Is that right?

"Yes."

"Well, it was just fine. Would you sell me a knife?

"Huh?"

"When I checked you guys out, I thought this was business. I thought I wanted a new one because I couldn't get it to grind anymore or fix it. I'd be disappointed if I'd sold it by the time of my shift."

"Thanks for that. Thank you."

With that said, I give you one of the knives in line.

"Go ahead, you can try pulling it out"

"Oh, okay?

Guards trying to pull out a cane and a knife.

"I knew it was good, this. How much?"

"It will be five pieces in silver coins"

Before coming here, I decided on this price in consultation with Thermia. The price that even people in the city can buy critically, seems to be around here.

"Is that cheap enough?

"Yes, of course."

He's a lot out of hand after a few hits...

"Well, here it is."

"Yes, indeed. Thank you."

I received five pieces of silver from the guards. This is the money I got directly from what I made myself. Don't be quite impressed, this.

"I would recommend this to the same guards if it had a good cut."

"Is that okay? Thanks!

I said to the guard with a delightful grin. The guard waves flirtatiously and leaves.

At the end of the day, this is the only bottle I'm supposed to sell. I hope it goes on next, me and Thermia got on the road, talking about that.

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