The Novice Alchemist’s Store

Karan, Cologne.

"Ah, welcome -"

Lorea, talking to you like that, a first customer arrived in the morning.

"I'm sorry to bother you"

What came in was a man I'd never seen before.

Age is 20. There, the figure is slightly different from the collector's.

But it's not the same as the villagers' outfits again.

He's a little bit of a good guy, doesn't look like he's been working out much.

Around here, I'm a bit of a rare type of person......

After such a surprise gaze of mine, the man waved open his mouth like he was in a panic.

"Oh, well, I say Gretz! Next door, he's the son of Jasper, the hunter!

To that word, I recall a story I had previously heard from Mr Elles.

"... Oh, that you became a merchant without becoming a hunter?

"Ugh. Well, yes..."

Are you a little drawn to that, Mr. Gretz, while a little stuck in words, I affirm.

But... maybe I have no choice?

Compared to Mr. Jasper, he's got a physique that even feels weak.

"Oh, Gretz, you're my brother. I didn't realize."

"Hih, that's terrible, Lorea. We used to play together..."

To the words of Lorea, who said with a slap of her hand with Pong, Mr. Gretz lowers his eyebrows and gives a pitiful look.

Lorea responds clearly to his condition without looking concerned.

"Because it's been years since I left the village, and I rarely come back. If you don't want to be forgotten, you have to show your face frequently."

"Ugh, because this village doesn't have anything to buy, and I have Mr. D'Arna, so I can't sell it if I bring it."

"Oh, because you don't have to bring it. Because I'm gonna lose your father's job."

"Awful! While I tell you to come back often!?"

"You didn't tell me to come, did you? Just forget it if you don't come."

Yeah. That's pretty bad.

I have to smile bitterly at Lorea's words, too.

Childhood friendly (?) I guess it's a late relief.

"So, why are you back? Oh, did I fail to do business? Has Mr. Jasper made up his mind to deal with Shirako?

"No!? I didn't run away from being treated like a father in the first place!? I rushed back after hearing rumors that this village had been attacked by Hell Flame Grizzly."

"Uh, that was too late. It's the past, that's all."

As Lorea responded with a snort of unh, Mr. Gretz sighed, too, snorting.

"Sounds like, there's been no damage... Oh, yeah."

When Mr. Gretz looked at me like a hack, he corrected his posture and bowed his head very carefully.

"I heard the village was protected thanks to you, Mr. Sarasa. If it weren't for you, my parents and the villagers would have died, I'm sure. Thank you."

"Oh, no, I live in this village too, so it's natural to help. Never mind."

I also rush to wave and have my head raised.

Because when you can bow your head like this to an older man, you get a little carried away.

"But, Gretz, you didn't forget about the village, did you?"

"You don't forget. How surprised I was to hear the story. I came back in a big hurry..."

I see.

But I didn't expect to come back after hearing rumors of a Hell Flame Grizzly raid, pretty much local love? Or parent-child love?

There were a lot of collectors who escaped, but they're deliberately trying to come back to a dangerous place.

It looks a little unreliable, but it doesn't look like a bad person.

- But Lorea was tough.

"You didn't make it at all."

"Ugh..."

"And even if I'm in time, in the first place, I don't really have a brother Gretz..."

"I know! I'm not like my father!

That's childhood friendliness.

Really unforgiving.

It's completely different from the way you usually respond to us, Lorea.

However, Mr. Gretz, who is subtly in tears, is just pathetic, so I decide to forgive Lorea while I grin bitterly.

"Well, well. Because you came back worried. Right?"

"Yes, but..."

It wasn't like Lorea was missing a little, but again, when I slapped her on the shoulder with a pom, she exhaled and loosened her expression a little.

"So, Gretz, is your brother just here to thank Mr. Sarasa?

"Of course that's the best thing... Actually, I asked my mother if Sarasa's shop could buy some good stuff..."

Mr. Gretz says that as he looks a little bad about me.

But I'm pretty sure the only thing that could be bought in this village is about our shop.

The farm crops in the village are not for sale by Mr. D'Arna, because he doesn't have any specialties.

"Well, if you buy the material here and sell it to the South Strag alchemist, I'm sure you'll make some profit..."

Of course, Mr. Leonora.

If it's the other one, there's definitely a loss.

But even if it's Mr. Leonora, the transportation costs are a little too colorful.

Not much good.

"Mr. Gretz is a pedestrian, isn't he? The sure thing is to buy the cooling hat there and sell it."

"Cooling hat, is it? At this time of year, it will certainly sell, but the profit... is that it? Isn't this cheap?

Mr. Gretz, surprised to see the shelf I pointed to, tilts his neck when he sees the price attached there.

"Compared to the market this season, it's about 30% cheaper. It would be easier to sell because adding transport costs and profits would give you a slightly lower price than the market."

"Yes, is that good? Sarasa is losing this..."

"I make very little profit, but it's not so much a loss, so it's okay."

It would be tough if I had purchased the Ice Tooth bat fangs from somewhere else, but I bought them directly from the collector.

So far, it's sold quite a bit and the stock hasn't piled up, so I'm working it out.

"Then be sure!

"Mm-hmm. Are you going to be your father's commercial enemy?

Lorea turns her harsh gaze again to Mr. Gretz, who said happily.

To Lorea like that, Mr. Gretz waved hastily.

"Yes, I'm fine! Because it's not South Strag I'm going to sell! Right?"

"Well, then..."

Lorea seems a little dissatisfied, but she's got a spear, but she can't even say she won't necessarily be a commercial enemy.

Some people will come to South Strag to shop from nearby towns and villages...

Well, if you think about the whole village, I think it's better to sell it outside of South Strag, so let's enjoy it here.

"It's just that all I have right now is the stuff that's lining up there. The hat itself is made by the villagers…"

That's what I say, I'll explain to Mr. Gretz how to sell the cooling hat.

I was just doing business, and I immediately seemed to understand how it worked, and I nodded as I was impressed.

"I see, that's a good way. Then the villagers will strive too...... ok! Leave it to me!

Mr Gretz, who said so forcefully, was indeed a merchant.

After my shop, he moved out immediately.

Drawing on the strengths of being from this village, each door is visited directly and a hat is requested to be made.

The hat that I could do, I bought cash on the spot.

You brought them all to me.

They also ordered what hats might be good when asking for them, less stylish hats that are likely to be popular in town.

Most are practical and cheap items that seem easy to sell in rural areas.

If it was meant to be, other than the inhabitants of the village, and I can't personally admit to bringing in the hat I've been buying, they're the son of Mr. Elles, who takes care of me, and I bought the hat in the village.

Adding to that, and wanting to increase the amount of money distributed to the village, is a good idea for me to undertake.

Further, he was unable to visit frequently due to the fact that he was travelling around many villages, and he was allowed to pay half of the price later.

It is entirely Mr. Elles' face, rather than saying that the amount is just the amount, his own credibility.

As a result, Mr. Gretz, who was able to purchase a significant number of cooling hats, travelled with a hockey face some time later.

To Lorea, 'Mr. Sarasa, it's too sweet!' I was told, 'but you bring money to the village, because you're a valuable person, Mr. Gretz.

Wouldn't it be a good idea to give that degree of preference?