Count Scribe's Tutor

The hole was also deep.

But it didn't matter because it was expected. Falling from the ground down was something I used to do when I was a hunter.

Soon after, Ferda landed safely on the ground.

‘You said you'd be out in 10 minutes. ’

The passageway is low. Perda, who lowers herself, starts crouching.

A long time ago.

Kuang

At the end of the road I passed, I heard a noise.

It wasn't the sound of something collapsing. Like he did, someone landed on the floor through a hole.

He has a cynical mouth.

"Are we there yet?"

I am a stranger, but I can guess who.

A rat chased him from his mansion.

‘It must be from Shane Archduke. ’

An Expert Intermediate knight who was trying to recruit Ferda has gone missing.

I also confirmed that Ferda is stronger than I thought. That's enough to be suspicious. That's why you've been keeping an eye on him all day.

‘Skills are roughly Expert Intermediate. ’

A little stronger than the Maxian who visited him the other day.

However, Ferda's face was not dull.

Rather, I was smiling as if it were good.

chin

Then I saw the end of the passageway.

Ferda pounds on the wall with her fist in Mana.

Kuang!

Immediately, a bright light came into view.

Ferda opens her eyes wide.

"This is quite a spectacle."

An honest admiration came out.

It was worth it. The underground market was as big and colorful as the city's night market.

An orange light flashed across the alleyway and opened many shops. Robes and masked guests leaned over the store to find what they wanted.

I'm still looking at it.

"Oh, right. Mask."

Ferda mutters as if she had forgotten.

All visitors to the market wear dull robes and silly masks. To keep his face and identity from being exposed. If you enter as a normal route, you will be paid at the entrance.

Of course, Ferda didn't have either.

But you don't have to worry.

"We can save it."

A perm who hides himself in a creepy alley.

The public restroom near where he was headed. There was no one inside.

Ferda clears her sights and waits for someone to find the bathroom.

Has it been that long?

Someone rushes in from the outside.

"Aah! It's coming, it's coming!"

A man of great stature. He rushes down his trousers as he rumbles. Then you squat next to Ferda and sigh of relief.

"Ugh, can I live a little longer? Knng!"

The gentle muttering man slumps down.

Ferda slapped him on the back of the head. And after a while, a bunny mask walks out of the bathroom.

"This is a little loose."

Ferda frowns.

Regretfully, I couldn't help it. It wasn't Rob that mattered.

"Let's see. This is 8th Street."

I moved my steps by looking at the map I took from the man.

Shortly after, I arrived at the destination.

13th Street

"Warmth of the Dead"

"Commander down, Naming Sense."

I burst into laughter.

This is the commander's shop he was looking for.

Ferda opens the door without hesitation, confirming that the signboard is in business. The inside of the store is clearly visible with the rattling noise.

"Oh."

The shop was pretty clean.

It was tidy and there was not a speck of dust on the table. While looking around the shop, something caught my attention.

A reagent bottle containing a black liquid. You feel an energy similar to the Commander's Post. I was curious when Ferda picked up the Reagent Bottle.

"It's a failure."

I heard a strange voice behind my back.

An old man with a slight back bend.

He was wearing a dark gray robe and a crocodile mask.

"I tried to create a ghost, but I failed. Only black smoke comes out if you break it."

The old man makes a volatile move.

I took the Reagent Bottle from Ferda's hand and put it back where it belongs.

"I've never seen you before. Who told you this story?"

I can't answer that question.

I can't say I came to see a novel.

So Ferda decided to start with the hard core.

"I've come to buy a Commander's Post."

"Commander's Herb? How long?"

"As many as possible."

"Maybe it was meant to absorb the music. Well, what about this?"

The old man took out something on Juju Island.

Reagent filled with purple liquid. Pretend to look suspicious.

"This is a potion I made. It's much cheaper and more effective than Commander's Herb."

Proud voice.

Ferda, on the other hand, said nothing. The old man who thought this was a positive answer opened the drawer with a big smile. Purple potions climb up onto your desk.

"Five Silver Coins per Bottle."

"I don't care."

Then Ferda replied with a decisive tone.

It may be true that potions work better.

But I didn't want to. The reason was simple.

I didn't want to feed a potion of a commander who didn't even have the talent of a Great Person.

"All I want is command post."

It should be safe to feed the Commander's Herb even if it's slow.

When I heard the explicit refusal, I noticed wrinkles around the old man's eyes. It seemed uncomfortable, but it doesn't matter. Ferda tightly shuts her mouth and waits for the old man's reply.

Not long after that.

"Twenty silver coins at one root."

The old man opened his mouth. It's a harsh tone.

"Stocks are a hundred and twenty roots."

A hundred and twenty roots should suffice.

Ferda nods without hesitation. At that time, the old man added,

"If I buy them all, I can give them a discount. Let's see, it's all done."

"Can you pay with anything other than money?"

"Excuse me?"

The old man's voice was annoyed.

Ferda did not wait for his answer. I just blurted out one of the things mentioned in the novel with an indifferent tone.

"I thought you were studying Durahan recently."

I'm afraid that's the end of the line!

The old man closed his mouth tightly. The eyes beyond the mask are cold.

"· · · · · · From whom?"

"I'll supply you with the materials you need."

"Answer my question first."

A voice as cold as snow flows out.

Ferda doesn't seem to have much to say about it.

"Does it matter?"

"I mean, they took my identity."

The old man and Ferda's gaze intertwined in the air.

An uncomfortable silence followed. After a while, it was the old man who opened his mouth again.

"You broke the rules of the underground market. Get out of here. No deals."

With a clear blessing.

I felt a deep hostility in my voice. The old man turns roughly as if he has nothing more to say. But Ferda's face was relaxed.

There was a story in the novel that I haven't told yet.

"The mercenaries of Beran."

It was just a quick word. However, the effect was significant.

The old man froze to death.

I don't know why, but the word ’mercenaries of Beran' was a huge weakness for the elderly. Season 4 has forced the elderly to use that word.

The old man closes his mouth and rolls his elongated eyes.

You hesitate. Ferda, who was watching, opens her mouth again.

"I don't understand."

"What?"

"Do I need to think about it?"

"· · · · · · · · to say something else."

The old man's eyes were filled with anxiety and anxiety.

Facing this, Ferda said.

"You can get the materials for Durahan's research and give him the Command Post in return. That's it. It's a simple deal."

Nothing will happen to you if you go easy on the deal.

More like a threat. The old man clenches his fist tightly.

But wait a minute.

"Phew, somehow Young's luck was bad today · · · · · · · ·."

An old man who shrugged his shoulders like he had given up.

But I'm not as dead as I look.

The old man who scattered his cool eyes beyond the mask insisted.

"I'll tell you what, I won't take any middlemen. You need at least a beginner's Expert to make Durahan."

"I'm sure you'll be pleased."

Ferda smiles confidently.

"It's a highly explosive material."

"Y-Expert?!"

The eyes beyond the mask widen.

I was so surprised that I stuttered.

"You got that kind of material? A body that's only been dead a day?"

There is disbelief in the old man's voice.

But I didn't want to fight back. Ferda bites the grave.

"Will you accept the offer?"

"· · · · · · If that's true."

"Deal's a deal. Wait a little longer."

Ferda chuckles.

"I'll be ready soon."

His gaze turned to the ceiling of the store.

It's time to pull down the rat hiding in the ceiling.