Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 157.3
Zilgan pulled a leather bag out of his pocket and tossed me some gold coins inside.
Inside were about 20% more gold coins than the Kirli Trading Company would have purchased in the currency of the Khalfaan Empire.
The Adventurers’ Guild wanted to secure the advanced Potion not only for warfare with other organizations, but also for securing the advanced Potion. Deep within the ancient ruins of Reiz Veil, there were high-ranking monsters. Considering that one of them…a Rank 6 lower ranked earth dragon would come out from the depths, they would want to secure at least a hundred of them.
“Confirmed.”
I was about to get up from my seat when Jesha stopped me casually.
“Hey, hey, you’re leaving already? Two beautiful girls…. We’ve got two beautiful girls here. I wouldn’t mind having a little girl talk over a few glasses of booze, right?”
“That’s a funny joke.”
I replied with a straight face, to which Jesha looked back at Zilgan behind her with a dumbfounded look on his face as if he were meditating.
Fire Wine was a strong spirit made by dwarves. I didn’t even think I wanted to drink something that would burn if set on fire, but Jesha let out a slightly lowered voice when she saw me sitting back on the couch anyway.
“…Aria, you know that story… don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I nodded at her words.
“Kushim is dead, the Rizan group did it.”
Kushim, the Elder of the Munza Group who acted as an intermediary between the Munza Group, the Hogloss Chamber of Commerce, and me, was killed in an attack by the Rizan group. The agreement itself was between the organizations, so there was no need for it to be violated now, but Zilgan, who was acquainted with Kushim, frowned uncomfortably.
This was why the atmosphere in the town was so strange. A war could break out anywhere at any time.
Why would the Rizan Group, a group of different ethnic groups that oversees sex-related matters, sell a fight to the Munza Group, an armed group? The information that I and Ron and others gathered did not explain why, and although the Rizan Group had already caught the culprits and publicly executed about 10 of them, no one had received the information as it was meant to be.
“I have no use for a lizard cutting off its own tail. What are they thinking… have you noticed?”
“What about the guild’s Dark Elves?”
Jesha’s eyes narrowed slightly at my words. In a guild where all races were supposed to be present, but mainly dwarves, the Dark Elves were the only ones missing.
“The Dark Elves in the guild disappeared a few days before Kushim was killed. Some of them are still here, but only the young ones born in this town.”
“…”
Where did the Dark Elves who were above a certain level of power…who were not from this town, disappeared to, and what did that mean?
I stood up as Zilgan nodded, and as I was about to leave the room, a single voice reached my back as Jesha let out a single word.
–“Beware of the Evil Race”–
***
“Evil Race”. It was a derogatory term for Dark Elves, a term that was not used in this town, where there were also ordinary Dark Elves.
What did Jesha mean when she said that? I could guess. But as long as Jesha was vague, that guess was not confirmed.
Returning to the street, I hid myself in my cloak again and bought what I needed.
Clothing, food, and alchemical materials, which were hard to gather around here, but I would not buy the cheap wheat mixed with sand that the residents of this town would buy.
My target was the small merchants who come to this town. They might be wary and unaccustomed to trading with travelers like myself, but they might have some decent food and materials.
I bought a small amount of expensive but sand-free wheat, salt, and grain of sorghum in large bags, put them in [Shadow Storage] under my cloak, and left the town.
Several signs of people were following me, either the Kirli or Hogloss Trading Company…. With this poor tailing, I wondered if they were just thugs looking for money.
If they knew my power, there was no way a Rank 3 or lower would be following me. In the first place, A Scout of Rank 4 or lower would be able to recognize them, so there was no point in tailing.
Still, just to be safe, I ran across the desert, took a half-hour detour, approached the town again, and headed for the rotting watchtower on the outskirts of town to get rid of any sign following me.
No one approached the crumbling stone tower that had been there since the town was founded. Yet, I knew that this tower had yet to crumble.
“Welcome home, Aria.”
As I slipped under the rags that served as a doorway into the tower, a dog-beastman toddler recognizable by her voice clutched at my legs, tail wagging, and Elena, who had been playing with the dwarf toddler, smiled softly at me.
“I’m home, “Rena.”
This place… was our one hope of getting out of this town.
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