I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"I see it! It's a village in Gredemar!

On the morning of the fourth day, the owner of the first carriage, at the head of the merchant corps and with a high point of view, cried out so to those in the rear.

The leader of the first carriage is not a merchant, but a professional hired one. It is the same in every industry that the leader needs the most skill and a great role.

This time, I was just attacked by an auga once..., no, once is enough. If the escort had been a little less, or if the parties around the bottom of the C-rank had been mixed up, it would have been possible that the merchants themselves had been devastated, instead of sending the dead and seriously wounded to the escort.

Being attacked by seven orgasms was never a 'common thing'.

Anyway, this time it was safe to arrive in the village of Gredemar.

Arrival is in the morning because we camped just outside the village last night. That happened at the merchants' discretion that it would be annoying to the village to arrive in the evening and it would only cost extra money, but it was a little uncomfortable from the hunter's common sense that he wanted to stay in the town or village as much as possible.

The reason explained is not to be convinced, but then why not let us camp in empty spaces in the corners of the village or in squares. I wonder if the comfort is quite different, even if you can just divide the water. Though I think so, "The Red Vow," the other two parties didn't seem to wonder if it was every time.

"Is that already that time of year? Welcome, merchants, to the village of Gredemar!

A little in front of the village, I met a girl who looked around ten.

(Oh, first dwarf! It's a little rough, cute...... and you can't be fooled! You look like a toddler shaped child, and now you must be an aunt with three kids or something! Because the way you talk is grown up, definitely!

That's how Miles broke through spoke to a Dwarf woman who looked like a girl.

"Um, our party's never been here before... Nice to meet you.

... So, if you'll excuse me, how old are you?

((((((cha ~...)))))

Direct ball de middle. No, it's Bork, it's Beanball. Not a lot of miles of questions.

"Really, you're right about yourself, you're a rude kid... Well, okay.

Private, I'm ten years old!

"" "." "That's the way it is!!

(Double trick! Make it look like a child, actually, aunt. Let me think, kids, actually.

Dwarf, horrible child!

miles, it was one loss first.... I don't know what you're fighting.

The Dwarf girl had no mustache. And not in such an extreme sluggish shape, but slightly rounded, or just slightly molded, to a height slightly lower than 144 centimeters, the average of a 10-year-old as a human woman around here.

Apparently, his height is just a quick blow to the head, and his growth as a child isn't much different from that of a human. It is the same pattern as elves.

If, as Miles had previously speculated, Miles' body had further averaged the respective averages of humans, elves, and dwarves, it was fortunate that the majority of the dwarves' characteristics had been to such an extent that they had struck down with the shape of a high-height, sleek elf, a slightly smaller human species of girl. With the exception of the 'chest' part, which was to amplify its characteristics with each other….

Breaking up with the Dwarf girl, the merchants headed to the square in the centre of the village. First, selling the goods that have been loaded is the first step. And the dinner was to be cooked and eaten with fresh ingredients bought from the villagers. At noon, I don't have time for portable meals.

There can't be a lodging because travelers rarely visit end-of-life villages when they hit a mountain. And while there is a small dining room or a drinker, there is no way that more than twenty sudden guests can be added to their regular guests. Because a meal requires pre-purchasing and purchasing.

Therefore, I had to support my meal in front of myself.

Then, as with the usual camp, with ingredients for miles of storage, it is a "red vow" that I thought, but there is also a need for the service of "dropping money on the village," and if I am not going to buy the ingredients I have been buying this time, they have various obstacles.

Because it is not a big village, hunters, butchers, grocery stores, etc. are relatives or friends with blacksmiths, village chiefs, and so on. Various, annoying......

The merchants' leaders then headed to the village chief's house to greet him, during which other merchants lined up a carriage in the square to unload the load and create an open-air outlet.

"Is that it? Miles, what are you doing?

Somehow I put out a long desk and saw the miles I started lining up bottles (bins) and kettles on top of it, and Pauline looked strange and asked. Behind the miles is also placed a slightly larger bottle (kame).

"Oh, I've been shopping for alcohol because I thought I'd be happy to wear it to all the Dwarves. A little superior, the alcoholic one..."

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The blurring spread among the dwarves watching the merchants set up in an attempt to buy the best of good products.

"Fine liquor..."

"If you brought it all the way, it wouldn't make sense if it was sake. Can I count on that?

Small and sloppy, he grew a mustache, how to say, 'Yes, it's a dwarf in the story!' And a bunch of them came by straw.

"Yes, of course! Uh-huh, can I try it on and wear it? But I'll only serve one bottle at a time. If I offer it to you, you'll be drunk up just for tasting!

When Miles says that, no. (CHUCKLES) Hey, the Dwarves laugh bitterly.

And in fairness, eight delegates were chosen who everyone trusted, and for tasting, three bottles of wine and five bottles of distillery were given to their delegates. Distilled liquor is a whiskey type made from wheat or corn and a brandy type made from fruit. Cane and molasses are expensive, so there isn't much rum out there.

The delegates received one bottle from each of them and began pouring and drinking it one by one to the Dwarves lined up. of course, after the person first drank it. The cup is used around. No one cares about that.

…………

Smell, taste and swallow the fragrance, slightly in the mouth, rolling it with your tongue. Look at me like I'm a fool.

(... disgusting)

Miles thinks so, too, but there's no need. The squeaky face of my mustache uncle was certainly disgusting.

"Give it to me! All, one at a time!

"I'll have two bottles of wine at a time!

"Wait here! Don't run out, even though the others haven't finished their tastings yet!

"Back home, I'll bring the money. Three bottles at a time, keep it. Nice, don't sell it all, definitely!!

It is difficult for others to buy it first and sell it out, and those who try to buy it immediately. He who hastily returns to the house to pick up money because he had few hands. And he who sees how those tasted and runs to buy without waiting for a tasting.

"It's a big deal...... Well, if you can buy it twice as much as you can buy it in the city, you can't even..."

Merchants with frightened faces at the thriving mile of shops.

Now that customers have arrived for miles, we can't afford not to buy daily necessities, salt, preferences, etc., so when we calm down, we can sell our own. So the merchants are not in any other trouble.

It's just frightening. "The Magic of Storage of Ridiculous Capacity," but to much disobedience. And for a super cheap sale, which is only twice the price in the city.

Combined round trip and length of stay, eight days. Fifteen escorts, seven merchants and your lords. a total of 176 person-days. The average daily allowance is 352 coins per day, including hazard allowances. 3,520,000 yen in Japanese yen.

In addition, 600 small gold coins are necessary considering the depreciation of carriages and horses, necessary expenses and profits as shops, etc.

And that's not the sales amount, but the "gross margin," that is, the amount of the purchase value deducted from the sales value.

You should also make a surplus profit in case demons or bandits attack you and you lose everything. Even if you escape safely, horses, carriages, and parts of the merchandise can be wasted in an unscrupulous way.

That's only twice the price of liquor, a high-risk product that's not even a necessity to live with, but that's heavy and easily damaged. That was absolutely impossible, unless there was an array.

How much, though the main earner of this merchant army is the iron product of the return route, there is no way you can take that adventure.

(((((((of stupid capacity, storage magic...)))))

Those were the merchants who had no choice but to sigh at the flowers of the high ridge that they were so envious and would never get to themselves.