Vermillion

"Fifty silver coins............?

At least the gold coins would be stiff, just thinking that the Kays couldn't hide the upset.

Regardless, from a common sense, fifty pieces of silver coins are expensive enough - but in view of the cost of materials such as gems that serve as the core of the magic props, the money is considerably less.

"I think it's tough if it's not as expensive as that"

Still, Vasily agreed with a harsh look.

'But didn't I just say I could sell for a high price?

'That's what I thought at first, but when I thought calmly, I came to that conclusion. There are three main problems.'

To Eileen's question, Vasily asks her to put up three fingers.

"One is the customer base. It would be the pedestrians who want this" alarm machine "the most, but unfortunately many of them are not so rich '

Vasily, who has been trading magic props via the Chamber of Commerce for many years, is not only aware of merchants belonging to large chambers of commerce, but also of the connotations of individual pedestrians and ordinary customers. Fifty Duchy Silver Coins. This price would be the limit to their ability to pay, Vasily said.

I don't give it to my mouth, but even fifty silver coins are pretty harsh, I whine in my chest.

'Next, demand. The alarm is certainly convenient and dramatically reduces the strain of watching, but if you can get a sufficient number of watches back, that's enough. One thing is that this magic item is only an additional element (optional)'

We're talking about how much money we can pay for that option, and how much 'we can afford' to pay for it. The larger the Chamber of Commerce, the less necessary it is to introduce an alarm machine because it will take a large number of escorts and, conversely, the individual pedestrians and travellers who are granted the maximum benefit lack the financial capacity to purchase it. This product has a dilemma based on the concept.

In addition, even if the alarm can detect the hazard beforehand, eventually the corresponding personnel will also be required. And since escorts also have a 'intimidation' role for rogues, introducing alarm planes will not reduce personnel either way. It would be the end of the line if less escorts seemed to make you more vulnerable to night burglars.

"Finally, this has been a problem before, but you have no credibility or track record."

The watch is about the life and death of the caravan, and we can't leave that important role to unprofessional magic tools. Rather, many customers will learn to resist such things, Vasily said in a smug tone. The presence of the alarm may be known and you may be tempted to "try it" if you get a reputation, but at the moment it also hurts in that there is no constant guarantee of operation and performance.

"It was the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce that was trying to buy that 'guarantee' and get it out. Of course, after running the test with care, '

The Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce first uses it to check and guarantee its performance and operation. And to create a 'reputation', it sells off somewhat inexpensively. Once you get a reputation in the alley, it's not a bad product, and then you should be able to sell it to fly. If we were to raise the price, it would mean that timing.

'Until then, I'll have to spoil it for a good price. It shouldn't be impossible to blow it up if your reputation finally reaches the ears of people. Even as an anti-theft measure for noble mansions, it would work a lot...... personally, I think I should divide it into a low-performance, inexpensive version for general customers and a luxury version for customers'

I see……

"For example, the luxury version has a more decorative design, and the alarm just doesn't end with the hammer ringing the bell, I'll try to incorporate a scheme that sounds like an Orgol with a Zenmai scheme, or something."

"Hmm."

'... it just takes a handover to exchange it. It will be a fairly large chamber of commerce with connections to nobles and important figures……'

Kay and Eileen looked at each other in response to an out-of-the-box question as to whether there was that Ate.

"There is."

"There is."

"… Do you have one?"

"…… If you are a woodworker, you know someone who is amazing enough to wholesale goods to nobility. There should be no problem decorating the demonic prop base."

Kay's brain is made up of artisans and montans from the castle city of Satina. The main business is an arrow craftsman, but the skill of woodworking was also significant, and his workshop was decorated with brilliant decorations and fine workmanship.

"The Chamber of Commerce is making friends with the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce, which is widely traded in the Principality."

Then Eileen adds that, Vasily is about to slip off the chair cheaply.

"Ko, Cornwell Chamber of Commerce. I've heard that name before, and it's a hell of a big shot. I'm convinced you're right, Gabrielov. There's no way you're going to get to the Chamber of Commerce. '

Vasily laughs bitterly that if you could even speak the official language, you would want to introduce me.

'Well, I thought with the power of your Spirit, you could quickly join hands with any opponent... Cornwell Chamber of Commerce. What, then, you can do good business soon'?

One turn, legs together and in a relaxed position, Vasily says calmly.

"Uh, were we talking on the assumption that there was no connection?"

"Exactly. So I was thinking about starting selling from scratch. But if there's a handout, it's different, I don't know how much trust you guys have with the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce, but I don't have a hand in not using it. The first time you sell a pricey version, you may need to invest in it by offering your work to the noblemen, but if there is a connection to the Chamber of Commerce, the funds will also be available."

Vasily laughs with a bad face, saying that if you don't want to give money there, it's better to hang up on such a chamber of commerce. There is no shadow to see the serious atmosphere earlier, he just seemed seriously concerned about Eileen purely.

'Oh, that's what happened... I'm a little relieved. The "alarm machine" was going to be our main product, so if it didn't get very expensive, I would be in trouble. Fifty pieces of silver hardly seems to fly just because of the cost of materials.

Irene smiles powerless as she counts her fingerfolds. It is primarily jewellery that wields the core of the magic props. I have to buy the right product because it won't last long as a nucleus unless it's a luxury product of considerable size and transparency. In addition to its purchase cost, dozens of silver coins quickly blow up when you are buying all the catalysts you need to enclose the technique and the power of the Spirit in your gems, the woodworking that serves as the main body of your magic props, and the finer things like hammers and bells. Basically all the hand-crafted hammers and bells are plain expenses, as are the catalytic crystals and labradorites.

'Well, I can't help it. Instead, I will blow it to the nobles, for the nobles of the principality will be richer than the multitudes and the families of the land of the north. In that sense, I have no idea what the market will do to the nobles.'

"It's okay, thanks for just finding out the limits for the common people. And then it's up to you to negotiate with someone you know in the Chamber of Commerce."

'That's what happens. Well, you'll be fine. "

Vasily says he's better at negotiating than I am.

'It still makes me think that what is talented is something that can be given an opportunity. Absolutely, as long as I envy you for your youthfulness, your ability, your handwriting, your language skills. "

"Haha, no..."

Irene whines in her chest (you're not the best) with a lit smile. When it comes to magicians, the magnificent image sticks together, but Vasily is conscious of creating such an atmosphere while moderately deceiving the other person and making him feel good - there is a verse. When a great person walks over and treats you to intimacy besides thoughts, the psyche is felt by someone who cares more than the reality.

It makes me want to stick around, crack my belly and talk, such a personality. But Irene can't feel like she's pushing and pulling an invisible stick when she talks to him. That's intuitive stuff, not that I feel malicious about it. However, it seems that Vasily is concerned about such things.

He is, for once, a man on the side of the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce. Even if you're not so much into the Chamber of Commerce, it doesn't change that you're close to the Chamber of Commerce. If you're in too much shape, you're going to talk about perplexing and even needlessness. I admonish myself that the way I wear it is not very preferable, but still not overly trusting.

And when I looked next door, I saw Kay smiling as good and innocent as she was about herself, whether she was happy with her praise for Eileen.

…………

Irene, who feels so complicated, tries to relieve her sense of moya by pulling that loose cheek with both hands.

"Become, what the hell, Eileen"

"Whatever!"

Irene pointed her lips and pulled her confused Kay's cheeks gritty. But on the clap, he took a small sigh of sigh, keeping an eye on the knife wound that ran snugly on Kay's left cheek. When Eileen recovered from a coma in the village of Taaf, it was already a wound. Of course, in the game days, there was no such thing as...

Irene, who finally stroked the wound with her fingertips and lay her eyes down, laughs sooner than later.

"I knew you couldn't do it without me, Kay!

"Take what for granted."

Irene unexpectedly lowers her eyes and starts rubbing her cheeks against Kay, who answers instantly with a straight face.

…………

Suddenly, Vasily had an ambiguous grin as she tilted the wine into the world of two people that began to unfold in front of her. (I wonder if they tell me to go away) and so on, and when I look at the wall, the spirits of the shadow painting point to Choi Choi and the two of them and pose as if they were stunned.

"…… Huh."

Apparently the usual, Vasily laughed at Nihil, staring up at the completely dark sky from the window and opening the wine alone.

Immediately, when Vasily was not to be left alone, the two people who returned to me returned to the real world, but Vasily felt a long time after dozens of seconds had passed.

†††

Afterwards, flowers blossomed into sorcery rigging for a while as if nothing had happened.

It is about the magic props Vasily deals with at the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce, their performance and price, or rumours about the earth-specific spirits of the North.

"I don't sell cursed goods. Because I make enemies, and I'm in danger. '

Vasily, who spoke of his products, was rap in addition to his thoughts. Most of Vasily's products are used by demons, and they are mainly used for lending and selling messenger ravens (homing crows). If you take care of it, ravens can be used on active duty for about ten years. Some unusual orders seemed to be a messenger raven that only delivered letters to certain opponents, or a black parrot that would ring 'Welcome' when there were visitors.

Others include a substitute doll that begins with a simple exorcism talisman and identifies the operator who undertakes the 'curse', a special transparent ink and a lens that lets you see the letters written with it.

Especially the ink and lenses. They were confident, and Vasily was proud to do it. In fact, Kay and the others were intrigued because it was something that didn't exist in the game, and the two of them had become more enthusiastic listeners at this time than any other. Vasily also seemed hungry for someone she could talk to like that. It's been a long time since my teacher died, that's his word.

By the way, I was talking to Vasily and Kay and the others figured it out.

That is that what is commonly regarded as' depths' to magicians in this world is said to be in 'the identification of lines that do not die from the use of too much magic'. For example, the sorcerer dies easily because of the excessive exercise of the technique, the failure of the chant of the spell, the lack of catalyst, and the creation of magic props that have passed on to him. The cultivation of the Spirit Language, for example, is only superficial knowledge (although the Spirit Language, of course, does not change that it is the backbone and most important thing of witchcraft), and it seems that its sense of balance in "avoiding death" is what is seen as the secret of true witchcraft.

In that sense, Kay and the others have already excelled in witchcraft.

Because gaming experience already gives me a better or lesser idea of how much magic I can use. 'Remember to die' is an impossible training method for magicians in this world. Besides, I also know how much magic will grow in the future if we use magic. Some young magicians lose their lives by doing too much force in training, so the two advantages are immeasurable.

Speaking scattered, after the booze and knob ran out, the three went down to the dining room downstairs to eat.

But the combination of a large meadow folk-style youth, a flattering young blonde blue-eyed snowfield folk girl, and a wrinkled, lean, magician-style older man, brought a kind of different air to the dining room that was busy with travellers and pedestrians.

With Kerstin's translation gone, Eileen had to interpret and the conversation between the three of them didn't go on as late as possible, but the way she ate and drank at the table in the corner of the dining room was obviously eye-catching. Especially since all three of them had a fair amount of alcohol in them, I didn't give a shit.

By the way, Vasily had ordered some pretty healthy vegetable-centric dishes for the Kays, who were eating assorted sausages, cheeses and more molly. "I look like this, I care about my health" is Vasily's self-inflicted story. It was too true to be a joke, but it had booze in it, so Eileen forgot to translate it, and accidentally laughed a lot.

So we ate till we were satisfied, and Kay and Irene went back to their rooms, and Vasily took a separate room, and the day was dissolved -

Next morning.

'Ugh... you really made too much noise yesterday without even a pattern. But it was fun, thank you both.'

Vasily smiled Nichari in front of the inn as she looked up at the clear sky.

'No, it's nice to meet you. Thank you for all the information that will help.'

"............... it was fun talking to Lord Vasily, too. I'd love to swallow with you again."

With Eileen's translation, Kay soothes.

'Hell, I'm the one who taught you all sorts of things. Hey, the magic path is deep.... if you get another chance, be sure'

Vasily looked less than full. Last night, Vasily turned out to be quite possible, as Kay and the others also polarized their advanced thinking about magic, especially about the algorithms that make the magic tools work.

'Well, when I stopped by nearby - well, maybe I won't be coming to Dylan Nillen anymore, but then you can keep me posted. I'm looking forward to seeing Eileen's reputation as an alarm. "

"Thank you, Mr. Vasily. How are you?"

"…… Goodbye, again"

Dropped off by the two, the sophisticated black magician turned into a bassari and raven and disappeared into the northern sky.

"Hmm, I'm the curse of a suicide bird, but I still envy being able to fly through the sky"

Kay shrugged as he captured Vasily's appearance as small as a bean grain on the other side of the sky, but still clearly in sight.

"- Every time, I look down from the sky and think, What a slow and dull walk a man makes. I guess if we all move faster and smoother, our daily lives will be richer.... Well, if that happens, I'm a businessman - '

I remember Vasily laughing when I said that last night. Because he often looked down on the world that way, he was an out-of-the-box person who looked at big things.

"-" Alarms "may certainly not be profitable at first, but if the damage to the caravan is reduced, the logistics between cities and on the periphery will become more active, and their positive effects will moisturize your nostalgia around. I think that's what it must be like to trade things. '

I want to be that age, Kay thought.

"Yeah, well, it would feel good if I could fly in the sky... but I still don't want to curse..."

Mm-hmm, and Irene in the morning sun, stretching her back. She stayed up late last night after she returned to her room, so she hasn't lost her body laziness. That's the same for Kay.

"I wonder if one day I'll be able to fly in the wind with my training… spread my cape like a wing."

"Maybe I'll be able to, but you're a tough ant to land"

I laugh bitterly at Eileen's unobtrusive answer.

"Must be. Because the wings are dangerous, do you even make them in balloons?"

"That sounds interesting too! If you make a lot of money with your magic props, make your own! … well, we have to get back to Wolvern before then."

"… Speaking of which, when we return to Wolvern, we need to teach Mr. Valgren-Kremlat astrology………"

"……… Ah."

Kay and Irene looked at each other. VALGREN-CLEMRATO - A former silver mushroom hair intellect at the library. Instead of advising on the way to the North, Kay promised to teach astrology, but it was called off because of all the unfortunate accidents.

"In the end... Katsura, I wonder if they found you..."

"... come on. I don't know, Kay, what if they told me to pay for the telescope?

"…… Arr, we have to make amends."

"'Cause Sieve's the reason..."

Speaking of bumps, he pulls into the inn to get another night's sleep.

I decided I was ready to live in this world, but before that, there was still a lot to do.