"Boy, it wasn't. Was it Ars? You think a servant beast can use magic? You're the one who asks weird things."
The next time a merchant came, I asked him what I had in mind.
Demand for bricks still doesn't seem to have fallen, only selling for what they've made.
The merchant who heard my question answered the two-legged lizard-shaped servant beast pulling the luggage that he had brought.
"I don't know, I've never heard of that... Maybe he's not here."
It is the preciousness of information that we feel when we are reincarnated into this world.
I was born and live in a rural village. I don't know much about it.
But if you've never heard of a pedestrian walking around and doing business more than I do, you're probably right.
Maybe there's a servant beast somewhere that can use magic, but at least it's not common.
"So asking me that means the servant beast's egg hatched safely?
"Yeah. Mine's horse-shaped, so I can carry my stuff."
"That's good. Ars, let me take a look."
The pedestrian eats up.
Smile like you've never seen before.
Well, fine.
I hope Valkyrie doesn't use magic in public for now.
I just went to get Valkyrie.
"He's good. That's great, Ars. Although I can get lucky with the shipment, it looks better than that. White is my favorite color."
"Good. But I'm not selling Valkyrie."
"Valkyrie? Is he called Valkyrie? But why aren't you selling it? You originally said you wanted money and you bought servant beast eggs for all your fortunes."
"That's right. I knew I was so attached. I think she wants to keep it with her."
Blah, blah, blah. I'm genuinely concerned about the fact that magic can be used more than attachment.
I just want to be honest with you.
Valkyrie listens very carefully to this one because of the characteristics of the servant beast.
Plus, he's more powerful than me.
It would be very helpful if you even thought about it as a workforce.
That's what a trafficker thinks when he hears my opinion.
For a while, um, I've been thinking with my hands on my chin, but okay, I'm gonna nod and look at this one.
"Okay. Then why don't you make a deal with me?
"Deal? What?
"I'm talking about the servant beast. Actually, I have about five servant beast eggs on hand right now. I'll give him to you."
"Is that okay with you? It's not cheap, is it?"
"Of course I'm not saying it's for free. I'm a merchant. Here's what the deal is all about. I will provide you with the egg of a servant beast. And you hatch that egg to grow it. Then I'll buy the servant beast."
"Um, in short, do you mean let them monopolize the sale of servant beasts because they do eggs?
"It's quick and helpful. That's the thing. Your servant beast won't have any trouble with the buyer. Then you'll get enough money to lose the first time. I don't know. I'm not even close."
That's what I said. A pedestrian laughing at me with a good thumbs up.
Apparently, I've had a relationship since I was making sandals that didn't make a lot of money. I also gained a lot of credit for that.
Sure, there's little to worry about being carried away, and there's not much disadvantage from the pedestrian side?
What about me?
I don't think this one has as many disadvantages either.
But shall we set the minimum conditions?
The pedestrian side shall provide me with eggs of the servant beast free of charge.
I grow it and sell it only to traffickers.
I can decide how many and when to buy and sell servant beasts.
Negotiate the amount accordingly.
If there is a huge loss to me, it is possible to cut the contract from here.
The above terms shall be a one-year contract, and when the contract is renewed, the terms can be changed, etc.
The pedestrian looked more sinister when I mentioned a lot of terms than I thought, but I managed to wrap up the contract in this corner.
Even so, I don't think we're losing that much money on each other.
Maybe it's merchant-specific, but that won't help.
Anyway, this is how I managed to get the Servant Beast eggs steadily.