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Is there no safe place anywhere in the world? (4) – unedited

Tuk- tuk-

On my hand, the stone flew through the sky and then came back again, and then flew up again and fell down again. And when the stone flew back into the sky, Merson took it in the air.

“Let’s go over there.”

“… I hope we don’t get kicked out.”

It was a jewelry store with one side that was all glass. There, colorful jewels were loftily displayed sitting in their precious cases.

Of course, it would be nice to have an accessory with pretty jewels, but I’ve never been so eager to say, ‘I must have it!’ However, the jewels displayed here in front of me were ones I always wanted to have one someday.

If I make a lot of money, I will pick you guys without looking at the price tag. I averted my eyes of the feast of the numerous ‘0’s written under the jewels, pretending not to have seen them.

After a brief moment of immersion in the jewelry, Merson strode into the store. Hey, let’s go in together. Cheap fellow.

“Welcome! Ah…….”

Ah? The jeweler’s face, who saw our appearance, was so clearly full of disappointment. A young man and woman in scruffy attire seem to have only come to this jeweler with the intention to beg.

But when Merson stands in front of him without any hesitation, the owner pauses for a moment, then changes his face to a commercial smile.

“What’s the matter?”

Merson doesn’t say much and slaps the stone in front of the owner. It was written in Merson’s eyes: ‘To sell.’

I also stood proudly next to Merson and looked at the owner. Just 5 silver, please!

The owner’s eyes widened for an instant, who had been examining the jewel carefully, and then looked at the jewel and Merson alternately. Then he stammered and ran into the depths of the store. Umm- I have a bad feeling about this.

“That person is going to jump out with a broomstick now.”

“Why?”

“Why? to kick us out Merson, get ready.”

“I don’t think so?”

What do you mean, I don’t think so?

Soon after, the owner came out. As I had predicted, the owner appeared rushing out with something in both hands. Look, it’s a broom.

“600 gold. Sell

it to me.”

Ring-a-ling!

I heard the sound of gold coins falling behind me. What the owner brought was not a broom, but a ‘bunch of gold coins’ in a large pocket, a bunch of gold coins!

Me, Merson! I looked at Merson, almost crying. But why are the corners of his lips rising again? No, it doesn’t matter?

Merson picked up the pocket and we walked out of the store without a word. How do we know if the gem is undervalued or is it worth it? Now I can buy well over ten hair dyes!

Walking through the market in a much more confident mind than it was just 30 minutes ago. There was nothing to be afraid of in the world. Hey! Money is so scary, folks!

“Merson.”

“Yes, Erina.”

“Let’s go to the magic shop.”

“Yes, Erina.”

Yesterday, I proudly went into the magic shop and got treated with ‘why did you come here with the guts when you have no money’. Maybe they’ll say that ‘weren’t you the Holden couple from the day before who looked at the price tag while sticking their heads out!’

“What? You’re here again. Have you prepared 15 gold?”

I said proudly, pulling out the pocket of gold coins.

“Give me ten hair dye magic tools.”

The shop owner, who had ridiculed us to his heart’s content, was stunned.

Kuuuh- catharsis!

Merson returned to the inn with a pocket of gold coins and I was full of hair dye.

“What color do you want it to come out?”

“It is usually brown. The most common.”

“Why?”

“Magic can only be realized when magic and complex formulas are established, but along with that, the caster’s imagination and image also play a big role. The more certain you are, the clearer it is, the higher the chance of success. Even when making magic tools like this. He must have enchanted it with the brown color that is often seen on the street. Still, harnesses that contain magic are expensive, so you can’t use them recklessly.”

What? Merson looks smart. It was the first time it happened. The way he explained things in a logical and orderly manner was like a different person. Was he really that good at talking?

“… you punk…….”

When I am surprised, Merson’s eyes widen as well.

“… I secretly studied magic. I don’t keep using my magic, so I’m afraid I’ll forget it.”

“Merson! If you have this level of vocabulary, you won’t have any problems going on your own in the future.”

I was worried inside my heart. I know he’ll just stick with me every day, because I’ve never seen him talk for such a long length with anyone. There was a hidden concern inside me that he might be lacking in social skills.

However, looking at his appearance, he looked so fluent and cool that I didn’t have to worry about it at all.

“Good job, Merson.”

I reach out and he comes with his head leaning. I stroked Merson’s black hair wildly.

“Yes. It feels good, Erina.”

Party. No, Guernia said it was a banquet, so I guess I should call it that way too, umm.

5 days before the banquet. We headed back to County Abitz. The only thing different from before is that Merson’s hair has turned really brown, and the fabric that wrapped around his face was untied.

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