Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

While Waltz and Lucia were chatting with the hunters, the villagers' shopping seemed to be in a paragraph......

The crowd that surrounded the merchants was already neglected.

I mean...

"(Well... do you...!

The moment has come for Waltz to move ”a certain action” into action.

... of course, it doesn't mean attacking the merchants with force and stripping them of their figure.

It's a sale of iron I made with Lucia yesterday.

"Excuse me, can I have a word?

and with the way you decided to, holding a sweat in your hand (?), Waltz speaking to a man in the merchant corps while taking care not to turn his voice upside down.

The words seemed to reach the target well...

"There you are, daughters. Can I help you?

A merchant man, who was packing, looked back at Waltz and replied in a casual manner.

"Us... right. You used it (it would be easier not to say that we made our own iron)"

Though Waltz gets stuck in words along the way, he immediately takes the lead on the question before......

Looks like we've decided to take one step forward in this plan.

"Uh, what about buying metal... can you do it? Actually, my husband ordered me to sell it..."

With that said, Waltz turns his gaze toward the tavern.

Nevertheless, there was not a waltz lord...

She seems to have decided to create a fictional Lord in order to fit the story together.

It goes without saying who will play the role of master in the event of trouble.

A man of merchants who heard such Waltz's words asked her the opposite question.

"Hmm? Crumby iron? Or... used armor or or something? There's a lot of war everywhere these days, and there's a high demand for metal, so unless it's something weird, I'll buy it, right?

"(Whoa. In the meantime, the first stage seems to have broken through, right? I wondered what I would do if they turned me down here...)"

And, Waltz is inside, relieved...

I took the iron ingot that said 100t out of the leather bag I had borrowed from the liquor store owner and put it on my shoulder and offered it to the man.

... but with one hand, holding it very lightly.

"... this is it. My husband said it was iron."

"... what is this..."

A man who looked at the metal chunks Waltz had been offering and accidentally solidified.

Apparently there was a considerable separation from the ”metal” he had in mind.

"In the meantime, this, please? Oh, it's heavy. So be careful, huh?

"Huh? Ah, uh..." hey

Zdwwwwww!!

The moment the man tried to receive the iron ingot, the iron mass slipped from his hand, pulled by the gravity of the planet, releasing approximately 100 [J] (Jules) of energy over the man's right leg….

And it came to pass, that the iron mass which he was about to receive fell down its horn, upon his feet.

At that moment...

"~ ~ Huh!!

and unspoken groaning men.

Still, I didn't scream because of my will as a merchant...

Waiting to see how it goes, Waltz asks lightly.

"So, what do you think? Do you think you can buy it off?

"Hey... wait... won't you... or..." puffy

and picking up the iron mass that fell over my leg with trembling hands......

A man walks over to the carriage next door, dragging his leg in pain.

Did that look too painful......

Lucia seems to have unwittingly frowned.

Then shortly afterwards, a man with a rugged expression merchant came back along with someone who looked like about 40 late cars.

Apparently, he's in charge of this merchant company.

"... are you the ones who are going to sell me this piece of metal?

"Ah, yes. After all...... does it seem difficult to buy? (I wonder if this... can I...?

and waltz asking against the man in charge, whilst in the heart hiatus.

Then the man in charge said this with a grin, behind Waltz's expectations.

"No, no, you're welcome. What can I say... this is the first time I've seen anything like this in these neighborhood villages, and my members seem a little confused."

"Really... (Ha... already, then, I wish you'd say it sooner...)" chillah

".................." puffy

and a man of merchants looking away, looking at the gaze directed at Waltz and looking bright blue for some reason.

Apparently, Waltz has inflicted a very large, invisible wound on him.

That's right.

In many ways......

"So it's the buyout amount...... 800 gold a kilo, what do you think at that place? It weighed exactly 10 kg, so it's 8,000 gold in total."

"(8000 Gold......? It's the kind of unit of money that comes out in some RPG... But how much is it worth? 1 gold...)"

And when Waltz thinks about the value per gold, how much in some hyperinflationary currency conversion, and so on -

"... sister?

Lucia pulled the hem of her clothes small when she saw the waltz she seemed to be thinking about at first glance and was getting worried gradually.

Having seen her like that, Waltz throws this question at Lucia, not saying it's just right.

However, with a voice so small that it doesn't sound like a merchant.

"(Hey, Lucia? I just want to ask......)"

"(Yeah?

"(... How much do scratch pills stand?

"What..."

"(What... maybe you're not selling it? Wound medicine…)"

"(Uh... I don't think they're for sale, do you? But... guys, I'm gonna go into the woods and get some herbs there, so I was wondering if you've seen me sell them at the store... But what's wrong? The scratch pills... what's wrong?

"(No? I just felt like if I could figure out the amount of scratch pills, I'd somehow figure out the level of the economy in this country... never mind?

"(Ugh, yeah?

Listen to Waltz, what the hell is this guy talking about, with a strange look on his face, Lucia tilting her neck.

But Waltz never cares about that......

As a result, the price of scratching drugs (?) from Failed to speculate on the economic value, she seemed to have decided to say this to the man responsible, who was waiting for her own response.

"Kilo 800 Gold Hey...... hmmm...... Isn't that a little cheap?

That's what I said, frowning as I put my arms together...

A waltz with the look on his face just saying he knows how to get the right price.

Not knowing the market price of iron, she seems to have decided to haunt them for now and observe their behaviour.

Then.

The man in charge, who looked at the paper at hand to confirm something, replied this way to Waltz without changing his complexion.

"... transport costs, brokerage fees, market prices from this village to town... adding them all... well, I suppose it's the right price?

"(Hmm, that's pretty tough...... 'Cause it's an iron chunk brought to me by my country daughter, and I'm sure she's trying to pretend not to be naughty and buy it cheap...)"

Waltz anticipated the inside of the man in charge using slightly colored glasses….

But if it doesn't sell, zero.

If you sell it, you'll receive 800 gold per kilogram.

"... ok. Now for that amount, please."

Looks like she decided to convince herself with the amount initially offered.

Especially since there was no expenditure at all on the procurement of iron ore or its refining, even if it was bought and beaten at 1 kilo of gold, it is not in deficit.

It's just...

Waltz's plan to sell iron didn't seem to end there.

"So, that's it, and I have 49 more, so I'd like the rest for the same amount, please?

""............ what?

And the merchants who dot and solidify their eyes.

Thus, Waltz's plan to sell iron chunks (?) is set to move on to the next step.