Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Tsaf turned into a woman and worked as an informant in the Pleasure Street at night as a sideline for his guild job.

Come to think of it, mercenary guild, if you're practically doing anything shop, you might call it a side business with no more. Anything would come in a lot of information from the guild manager at the store, and he'd want a lot of information.

"Which one is the boy? You're selling me information? You're buying me?

I'll stare at Tsaf's creepy face, half hidden in the hood, and figure out how to answer it.

I don't have any information that I want to know about right now, but there's nothing that I can ask this guy about, that he can easily tell me.

What kind of magic equipment do you have? There's no way you can ask, and suddenly you can tell me the magic spell of the wind, or whatever, and I won't be able to answer this guy.

I know that if you don't become a wizard apprentice as well as Lene, or if you don't get the magic book, you won't remember the spell.

Or do you know how to get a magic book?

But listening to it means I have a magic tool, wouldn't it indirectly teach Tsaf? Anyway, it will be taken into account as something. I want to avoid that as much as possible.

"Nothing in particular, though"

I just want to know what kind of information is traded at what price, something like the market.

"I want to know how much for this kind of information or the price"

"Hey."

Tsaf, the informant bows his face.

"For example, city rumors, hundred seals (hundreds of copper coins and one silver coin) if it's about the degree of information."

That's expensive.

"Right. For example, you want to know the amount of wheat taxed on the Baron's land last year."

"That's expensive. A merchant's guild in this city would know that."

"Right. If you think it's expensive, you just have to give it up. If there's anything else you can find out, you can find out there. But those who can't find out, those who really want to know, still pay."

Well, that's what happens.

"What do you do when you sell information here?

"Please let me know what kind of information you have. Then I'll give you a value here. Of course, you can't give me money if I already know."

"I'd also like to know the market when I sell it here. Give me another example and explain."

"Right. For example, if the baron had a fourth mistress, the name of that mistress."

"How much would that cost?

"Fifty seals. But if the baron tells us where she lives, how many times a week, when she goes by, the amount goes up a little bit."

"You're cheap."

Information about the Baron's mistress, indeed, that is the very story of the city's rumors, can't even be said.

"Except"

The middle-aged woman in front of me giggles.

I was a little blind.

"If, at that time, the Baroness died suddenly at the Baron's house, what the hell was going on, the price would jump many times over."

Those eyes did not belong to the guild leader during the day. There was a color of madness that I didn't know what to do.

Ishur had kept books at the Chamber of Commerce store that day.

Even when it came to stores, it was a very unsportable and landscaped place with some oil and booze to retail to neighbors and just a desk and chairs for meetings.

Ishur had confirmed the amount of sales the previous month. Place a stone slab next to the book and write down a calculation with a large number of digits there. Correct the books if there is a mistake, and if correct, wipe the stone board with a cloth to erase the previous calculation and begin the next calculation.

Since last week, Seville has been buying brown sugar, barrel liquor, and small amounts of oil and salt from Frontera's head office. It takes nearly a month to get back and forth to Frontera. In the meantime, he was cutting up chambers of commerce in Ishur and Imal.

Since that day, when I met a beautiful goddess in a slum temple after a Sri child, and then met an informer in a pleasure street, a spooky middle-aged woman in Tsahu, there have been days of relaxation without any particular change.

After that, of course, Sierra was well briefed on the backdrop after she even had her wallet. I properly apologized to her, even though it was not his own fault, that I could only see the Great City on the fifteenth day together until halfway through.

Although Sierra was honestly pleased about taking her purse back, it seemed a little grumpy because she couldn't buy me a hair decoration or a ring.

As he slams the stretch and continues to calculate, there are those who knock on the store door. When I opened the door, a child stood alone.

The child offered a bunch of scrolls. When I receive the scroll, now I come out with my right palm.

Ishur had the child grip a few copper coins. The child left without saying anything.

The volumes were letters to Seville, Imal, and Ishur.

The child must have received a letter from the merchant who went to the village of Bersch.

There were two letters to Ishur. One was from Else, or a letter from the family, and the other was from Farro.

Looks like Lucell wrote the letter from Else to see the handwriting. It's improving quite a bit. I smile unexpectedly. Everyone seems to be doing just fine when they read it. It was written that Faro would work hard for the Chamber of Commerce, and that he should know more about the time he encountered the warcraft and the Great Tooth Bear when he left the village.

I thought I'd already heard more about that from Else and Paulo and the other villagers who accompanied me, but Farro might want to hear his standpoint apart from that. Of course I can't write about using magic, so I might need to think a little about how to write it.

The reply to Farro was later, and when I had written a letter to the family first, the store door was opened with momentum this time without a knock.

"Ishur!"

Imal is back from the Merchant Guild. We had a regular meeting, and we were going to take Seville's place. You've been running, ha-ha, breathing on your shoulders.

"What's the matter? Panic."

"It's the triumph of the Barons and the Knights."

"Triumph?"

"They've been hunting warcraft in the territory for about ten days. That's the unveiling march of the hunted warcraft. I'm doing it on the middle street. Heading to Castle Square. I'll take a look at the books, so go check it out."

Middle Street is one of Ellistar's standouts stretching south from the square in front of the castle.

I thought it wouldn't be a big deal when it came to the Baron and the Knights' Triumph Parade, but Imal rushed to run and let me know. I decide to go check it out at first sight.

I thanked Imal and decided to head out to the square.

In addition to the city, the square was crowded with people who came to see the Baron Knights' triumph parade. From the center of the square, around the stairs in front of the castle gate, the barons and knights' servants push away the spectators, creating a space for the triumphal march.

I hear cheers coming from the middle streets. Looks like the Triumph Parade queue is coming up close.

As he walked around the edge of the square to see it closer to the middle street, Ishur was slapped on the shoulder from behind. Ishur's sensing ability makes little sense in the crowd. Looking back, there was Sierra. It was just in front of the inn where Sierra's house was doing it.

"Come and see."

Take me with Sierra and break into the line of spectators. Soon I could see the baron family queue. The spectators cheer louder.

The lead is a touching horseback ride, followed by the Baron family flag, seven heavy-duty cavalry rides led by the Knights Commander, and the armor is polished shingly. The Knights captain had a scarlet feathered decorated helmet over his side, showing his face. He was a loathsome, middle-aged man with a well-maintained moustache.

Then comes a red-eyed wolf hung with his legs tied to a stick of wood. Four squires were in charge of the stick before and after. The red-eyed wolf was fitted with iron mouth shackles. He seems a lot weaker, but he's still alive. The Red Eyed Wolf is a well-known warcraft that occasionally appears in the woods and mountains around here. Use the magic of the body strengthening system, called the magic of the wind, probably acceleration or leg enhancement. Larger and naturally moving faster and stronger than a normal wolf. Silver hair shines beautifully in the sun. The discomfort in the red eyes like the one I took and put on is amazing.

"I went out of my way to catch him alive. It must have been tough."

"Oh."

Shortly after nodding, a large dark gray fur spread and decorated luggage car is pulled through by one. The fur is not half the size. That fur would belong to a big tooth bear.

"What is that?

"Probably a big tooth bear."

"Oh, when Ishur came to Ellistar, he was attacked."

"Yes."

Sierra's reaction is thin. No matter how big it is, maybe fur doesn't make you feel real.

Next, a luggage truck loaded with red-eyed wolf fur followed, and the baron himself appeared surrounded by dragon cavalry. Beautiful chestnut-haired horse with shiny armor, dark green cape, even that short body baron looks quite splendid. He waved and smiled from time to time at the spectators lined up on both sides, spreading his affection.

First you line up the heavy cavalry, then you show the baron the hunting prey, and then you show the baron himself.

The baron is followed by dozens of spears, archers.

"The nasty one"

Sierra whispers. Of course you're talking about the Baron.

"Hehe. Right."

Bulgar apparently recently raised the price of wheat that was being sidelined by a small tribe living north of the territory on the grounds of the increasing occurrence of warcraft around it.

There will be others out there who will lose their food support and become wildlings. So it is the villages and the cities who suffer the damage.

"There are five mistresses. Some of them had husbands, but they forced them to break up."

"That way."

"What?"

Sierra pointing her lips.

Let's change the story a little bit. I like that.

"There's no sign of Verse on the family order in the queue. I wonder if you didn't accompany the Baron."

"Oh, that guy"

Sierra looks blatantly disgusted.

Have you ever met Verse?

"Have you seen Sierra, too?

"Yeah. At last year's harvest feast. Baron's castle, city merchants, old landowners like us, people with knights are invited to the castle. My parents took me there for the first time."

In the autumn harvest season, even the Baron's will invite the city's leading men to the castle to host something like a party.

Sierra brought her face closer together. Hiss.

"So, Verse called me out. Besides, my parents are talking to the baron. There's a sweet treat over there, why don't you join me? What a feeling."

"Ha, yes, it is"

"I was scared. I'm more annoyed than that. He said he had a nice face, so he hit his nose. I'm not as cheap as my other daughters."

Verse seems to be doing no less than the Baron.

Sierra came even closer. And whispered in Ishur's ear.

"Verse is the baron's hidden son."

According to Sierra's story, Verse seems to be the kid the baron had let the city whores give birth to when he was young and when he was playing around in the pleasure zone. Verse will be the first child of the Baron, the eldest son, but the other woman's identity was humble and unacknowledged.

Then the baron married the daughter of the chief of the Order of the Knights of the Kingdom in the heels of the king's capital, minister, one man and one woman. Verse says he serves his estranged belly brothers that age well and, while cute, is after the Baron's succession.

"Hmm."

Ishur replied carelessly.

Well, I don't care about the Baron's house.

It was awhile before the march between Spearmen and Archers ended. I thought we were done with the parade, but the hustle and noise is still going on behind us.

After a while, a luggage truck approached, surrounded by four spear soldiers at the front and rear, drawn by a man who was probably a sinner, a dirty, miserable figure.

The luggage car had, by the way, a wooden cage with an iron frame, which contained two cobolts inside. One of the cages stands noisy with a "key key" and a deafening voice, the other sitting powerless.

Dirty cloth cuts on his hips, dirty gray body, dull brown hair and his face covered with wrinkles.

Kobolt, also known as the Little Devil, is a man-shaped demon that is found in numerous mountainous areas in the east and in mountainous areas extending from the southwest to the west of the Kingdom of Radice, but is not often seen in people. They make flocks and live like monkeys, confronting other beasts and warcraft. If we leave the flock, we are weak to man, and we will only be good prey to beasts and warcraft.

"That's..."

Even for Ishur, who was not so familiar with fantasy-based games and novels in his previous life, Kobolt was a familiar presence that he had often seen and heard in the previous world.

"Cobolt. I may be the first to see it raw."

Several of the city's children were chasing and stone-throwing the cobolt that was put in the cage to put on.

Cobolt did not show up in people more than other warcraft, but he was hated like a scorpion by many because he was brutal and relentless in being weaker than himself and could grab women and children from forested areas and mountainous villages and eat them for food.

"Maybe it's a bad idea that it came out around here."

I'm sure it is. If you think about the theory that Seville said before, that when a strong demon moves to a person, a weak demon is pushed toward that person, then the assumption that Cobolt, who is quite strong enough to act in the herd, has begun to come out of the area, is that more demons are already coming down to the people.

So I've said something that Sierra cares more about.

"The Red Emperor Dragon came out on the Borderline."

"Huh?"

"A customer who was staying with us the other day was talking to your father. I just heard it."

A red emperor dragon is a dragon that lives deep in the eastern mountains. As the name suggests, it exhales flames from its mouth and uses the magic of a powerful fire. He would be a wizard, but he is not a master of swords but very capable of fighting one. From the people who live in the mountains, they are feared and revered by God, and they are the object of faith.

Around two hundred years ago in the history of the Ladis Orient, it was said that it appeared once near the border between the Border Bo Territory of the Kingdom of Ladis and the Holy Kingdom of Orst.

Is it because of the increase in the occurrence of warcraft around here?

And why have you just been out in people for two hundred years now?

The emergence of the Red Emperor Dragon two hundred years ago is also well touched in Radis Eastern history. Nor does the commentary on the Red Emperor Dragon say much. Only a light touch has been made. If you return the back, you can't accept that the Red Emperor Dragon appeared for a short period of time, there was no great damage to the public, etc...

Why don't you ask that creepy informer that Tsaf is disguised as a woman? But how much will it take? Perhaps a hundred seals will go to the point where there's a bit of an omelet on what Sierra said. I don't want to spend much money on it.

"Ishur!"

Sierra pulls my arm.

"The queue is over."

At the tip of her finger, beyond the spectator who had begun to scatter, she disembarked in front of the castle gate and saw the barons and knighthood captains climbing the stairs. On the road north of the square, the figure of an earlier soldier or a luggage truck loaded with a cage of cobolts disappears. There must have been a stables and barracks outside the castle.

"Hey, you haven't had lunch yet. You want to eat with me in our dining room?

"Oh."

You could have written a lot in the return to be sent out to Farro, and Ishur groaned slightly in a somewhat ironic mood.