Chapter 12

My Villains Episode 012

4. South Harbor (3)

All merchants without conscience are no different from thieves and swindlers!

Finding a trustworthy merchant in a world without the Internet was incredibly difficult.

Moreover, since this is a shitty medieval era, there are no police, prosecutors, financial regulators, or the Fair Trade Commission.

In short, there is no one who can make amends for me even if I am in an unfair situation!

The only way out is to go to the ruler of the city, Seongju, and beg for mercy.

However, there was no way that our lord, the lord of the castle, would give an excuse for a stranger he had never seen before.

So how the hell do you keep the back of your head here in South Harbor?

After hearing my concerns, Ellen gave a clear answer.

“You don’t have to wait.”

” huh?”

Compared to the serious concerns, the answer is too simple and clear, isn’t it?

Ellen and I were now going through the square to the trading post. It was to buy items to use in the sewer.

“why? difficult?”

Well, looking at the guy’s expression, the desire to hit the certification soars.

To be able to produce such a condescending gaze while bending one’s neck and looking up is a talent.

“Please explain properly. Aren’t you expecting me?”

“Don’t expect people. Act as if everyone else is a robber or a murderer. Then it’s convenient.”

“...You are very extreme.”

At best, this guy is like a new sprout growing up in middle school and high school, and the atmosphere is almost like that of an ajumma who has been through three divorces. This guy’s life must have been pretty hard.

As I folded my shoulders and parted through the crowd, I suddenly narrowed my eyebrows.

“for a moment. Are you not treating me as a potential criminal?” This bitch, no, this cute guy....

How can you treat me like this when I’ve never asked for a fine or negligence, let alone a crime, in my 30 years of life.

“You really do too much. We owe each other our lives, aren’t we doing too much?”

“...don’t worry. Because you think you’re better off.”

“what?”

Wasn’t he a guy who could say such pretty things?

I stared down at him in a somewhat thrilled mood.

“What you looking at. Don’t block the road and go quickly.”

The pouting of the lips just now was a little cute.

okay. What if you can’t use your skills? It’s okay if you have ears.

In fact, Ellen’s words to be suspicious of anyone weren’t all that wrong.

If you are vigilant and suspicious of anything, you won’t be hit in the back. But how do you deal with that?

So, before I left the inn, I had already asked Daria about the reputation of the merchants.

-As for the general store... Grandpa Oreg in front of the trading post sells a lot of stuff. I also use our store often.

I was worried because there were a lot of differences between the game and reality, but Oreg was the same.

In the game, Oreg is the only NPC in South Harbor.

In reality, there were several general store vendors besides Oreg, but I didn’t seem to have to worry about it.

The problem was the smithy, but Daria only spoke unfamiliar names, either because she didn’t know her well or because she couldn’t remember them.

In a way, it is natural that Daria is a clerk at an inn. It was more strange to have a relationship with armor or weapons.

So the field masters Daria knew were at most hinges and locks.

Of course, those field owners will handle some metal, but my purpose is to buy new equipment.

So, after hesitating for a moment, I asked in a calm tone.

-You don’t know a craftsman named ‘Ilton’?

In the game, Ilton is an NPC who buys, sells, and repairs all kinds of equipment.

If a guy who sells general items but occasionally makes and sells magic items existed in your reality, he would be a very competent and famous guy.

But...

—Oneton... Oneton? well? I do not know. Well, I don’t know everyone in town.

weird. why don’t you know

“Thanks for the advice.”

“Don’t look for the dry weight here, go to the Drunk Pony Tavern and find out. They sell biscuits to sailors there. But is this the end? Do you need any medicine?”

medicine? no way?

“Do you have any potions?”

“...that sounds strange. I’m not even an alchemist, so why are you looking for a potion?”

Mr. Oreg’s expression asked what kind of question he was asking.

If you order a steak at a soup restaurant, you’ll get a similar reaction. Then it is. I was expecting nothing.

“Then what kind of medicine do you have?”

“Let’s see... First of all, Rat Man sometimes poisons spearheads, so you’ll need an antidote. With this, you will be able to detoxify any paralytic poison. In case you encounter a corpse beetle, take antidotes for neurotoxins.”

“A neurotoxin?”

“...Aren’t you a mercenary?”

At Mr. Oreg’s reaction, Ellen frowned and stabbed me in the side.

“Something like snake or spider venom. Don’t show off as ignorant.”

“If you don’t know, you can ask! Originally, you have to ask questions to learn.”

Mr. O’Reg, who was looking at us pathetically, said as he pulled out a basket from under the filthy table.

“Take some styptic and ointment. I made it myself, but it won’t be bad. Do you have any bandages?”

“Uh... give me a bandage too.”

Mr. Oreg put a small paper bag and a porcelain bottle bandage in his backpack and looked at Ellen and asked.

“Is that kid over there a wizard?”

“...don’t care.”

Kya, as expected, a teenage girl with a flurry of anger is really amazing. Such a cool reaction to that bombshell father.

I tapped Ellen with my elbow and said with a smile.

“Ahaha yes that’s right. He may look young, but he is very smart.”

“......Huh”

Mr. O’Reg, who was scanning Ellen with a thoughtful eye, twitched his eyebrows for a moment and then nodded.

“Yeah, don’t pay attention. Okay, four pieces of silver.”

“yes? What about your pennies? What is so expensive?”

It’s four times more expensive than this crazy estimate, right? Of course, there are things added, but isn’t it too much?

As I put on a shocked expression, Mr. Oreg sighed and said:

“then? In a situation where land and sea are blocked, are the goods at the right price? Don’t try to bargain. Give me the money. Or just leave.”

“No, but still...”

How do I do this?

I don’t think he’s such a bad old man, seeing as he’s a South Harbor representative job picture certified by the game and he carefully selects them... Surely this isn’t going overboard?

While I was thinking so, Ellen blurted

out.

“Just mine. I can’t help it.”

“what? Hey, there are still so many things to live for...

“Then what should I do? You can’t buy essentials without buying a pair of boots.”

“That’s true, but I mean...

I looked at Mr. Oreg and said small.

“Hey, how do you know if this is right now or not? Shouldn’t you check it out?”

“are you okay. If you get ripped off, you can burn the whole store down. There are a lot of things that you can just wear.”

“Hey hey!”

Ellen spoke harsh words as if to be heard.

Why is this guy talking nonsense?

Upon hearing this, Mr. Oreg glared at Ellen with a cold smile.

“I guess our little mage doesn’t know what an Explosion Orb is?”

“I guess the old lady doesn’t know what a magic tool is, right?”

Mr. Oreg put on a hard expression at Ellen’s bold answer.

Their gazes collided, and it seemed as if sparks would fly. I was just watching the nervous battle between the two in bewilderment.

Ha really. Ellen, what else does this guy believe in and behave like this?