The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

Marchelg, a city of commerce. Cities where a variety of goods come together from all over the continent are wholesaled and bought and sold. It is overflowing with many merchants all year round, until it is said that the strength of that merchant can be measured by how good products can be purchased here.

It is such a city, but it is only a perception of the degree of city where logistics is intense for the general public and adventurers. Sometimes they find excavations, but most of them are scratched by eye-catching merchants. Then if you don't have time to go to the merchant from the beginning, they will all go to the King's Capital.

The formation of this city from the former is a place for merchants to align their merchandise before entering the King's Capital, and it is also the King's Capital for a day by carriage from Marchelg that merchants do business in earnest. This is only an outpost for the merchants.

"But it's a great number of people. Same as at the Festival of Thermus or more..."

Yuka says, slightly overwhelmed by the waves of people filling the current boulevard.

"Absolutely."

Isaiyoi was the one who responded with a fed up face. The sight that spreads in front of Isaiyoi, who doesn't like the basic crowd, is the same as hell. Truth be told, I wanted to turn my heels back now and just get back to the inn.

However, Yuka, the other party, doesn't seem to dislike it even if she is overwhelmed. Instead, the orchard, looking forward to the excursion and unable to wait, was restless, squeezing the wooden plaque in its hand.

"Let's go, Isaiyoi!"

"Okay, so just calm down a little bit."

Isaiyoi holds onto the shoulder of Evening Incense, which is likely to run out now.

"What are you gonna do if you get lost?"

"Am I in elementary school?!?"

It's not very different in terms of my head, and I was about to talk to him for a second.

"- Did you say something?"

I closed my mouth in front of Evening Incense with a smile whose eyes were neither dusty nor laughing.

Evening incense flaunts Isaiyoi, who fled to silence. but inadvertently breaks that look and tells me to be ashamed.

"'Cause I got a permit from Mr. Genova at the corner, so it's not a loss if you use it."

The wooden plaque that Yuka holds in her hand is the permit she needs to sell and buy things on the Merchant Street where they are now.

The original permit is a substitute that only merchants who belong to the Chamber of Commerce can have. But Genova, who liked Evening Incense and felt a great deal of benevolence, used Kone to cross over to the Marchelg branch.

Thanks to this, they are allowed to buy and sell on Merchant Street and are free to shop.

Evening incense is a maiden who shames flowers even when she comes to the other world and does not lose her virtue. There's no way my heart won't jump when I hear of shopping.

Isaiyoi pinches his mouth with a slight tingling, evening incense that swells his chest to such expectations.

"I'm telling you, I don't think there's any such thing as baggy clothes here."

"I know. You're fooling around."

I know very well that Yuka and this place are different from the original world.

"But you might find a dig."

Indeed, here in Marchelg is the best city on the continent in terms of logistics. Even if we subtract the good and the bad, things gather from all over the continent. It's not strange to find one or two of the excavations if you look.

But...

"Digging out of this?"

Merchant Street is overflowing with a large number of merchants, as the name suggests. Wholesale to purchase and the merchants are having a hot tongue battle.

Find excavations that may or may not be in the streets surrounded by a vector of enthusiasm separate from such festivals. It's a tiresome, uninterrupted story to imagine.

"Can I go back to the inn?"

"Stay with me for a minute. This worthless."

"There's no way there's a big substitute here."

"You fought and sold to all the people who are here now."

Yixiang is right, Isaiyoi's statement was one that could have sold the fight to the merchants on this occasion. Some of the merchants who were actually nearby are staring at Isaiyoi.

But Isaiyoi also has a say.

Compared to the treasure trove in the castle.

"There's something wrong with the comparison!"

Most things would be worthless if they were sent to collect the castle's treasure trove.

Yuka shakes her head with great respect.

"You don't have to find another excavation. It makes sense to shop."

Evening incense says that buying things is not the purpose, but enjoying the process of buying things. Hence, even if you can't find anything that looks familiar, it doesn't matter to Evening Incense.

Isaiyoi showed a sense of satisfaction in Evening Incense's words, and the two finally rolled out to Merchant Street.

At both ends of the street, carriages are stopped, and many people can be seen talking directly there, as well as those who line up their goods on the rug and actually show them and bring them into the negotiations.

The two Isaiyoi and Yuka were not merchants, so they were looking at the objects arranged on the latter rug. There was a wide variety of products that came together only as a commercial city, such as tools that were not known from common substitutes that were likely to be found in any grocery store or for any purpose.

Yuka repeatedly chilled when she found something intriguing. Honestly, on Merchant Street, it's not a very complimented act even if it's not Merchant Street, but I haven't noticed Evening Incense because I see things in their original world values, for better or worse. There is no concept of window shopping in this world.

Isaiyoi was targeting and coloring mainly jewels and metals that were likely to be the catalysts of sorcery against the lone rampant Evening Incense. I would listen to the seller in detail if there was anything that caught my eye, and if it was a convincing substitute, I would buy some. I'm only a shopper, not a merchant, but still somewhat better than a chill-only Evening Incense.

When I started holding the jewels and metal wrapped in hemp bags around my shoulders, I saw Isaiyoi with Evening Incense's tight eyes.

"You've been buying a lot of things into that habit you've been complaining about."

"I was wondering if you wouldn't even buy it just to look at it. And there was something I wanted to do."

That's what Isaiyoi says. He rocks the hemp bag he bears on his shoulder. The jewels and metal purchased in the house collided and a tall noise rang.

Yuka is intrigued by the content of what Isaiyoi wants to do and persistently asks, but Isaiyoi doesn't want to deal with it just by appropriately revealing it. Just a slight grin on that face.

Then they looked around Merchant Street until the sun began to set. And in the end, Yuka bought nothing until the end.