h faint purple lig

ed in the air briefly before

. Your status readings are... well, too low for registration

ing it. "It's okay," I said with a shrug. "I'm not i

ing pat on the back. "There's always the Merchant's Guild

ouldn't help but feel like I'd just flunked a m

oo much. They're useful, but they'll sell you out to the hig

tchel again, and I subtly

ght not have the strength or magic, but I had one thing they didn't-cup noodles, coffee, deodora

't over-it was ju

d a more refined and structured feel. The building was lined with bookshelves filled with trade records and transaction logs, and the scent of

residence (which, for now, was the inn), and the type of goods I intended to sell. Fortunately, the guild didn't require me to specify each item in detail, which worked in my favour.

leted with the reward of one more level up as Elvie leaned in close

o introduce my products to the stalls I'd seen earl

t a high price, but for now, let's not overwhelm the customers. If the wrong people fin

"Do you really think

Ella chimed in, inserting herself into the conversat

just the taste-it actually affects

from the gu

st: Get

agical ba

a magical pen? Ignoring the

thing else. We need to drop off our camping gear at the inn, and after that

Screen was ri

er. "Why do I

o look at me like I had just sa

Elvie scoffed. "Even ordinary mer

e selling my goods. Maybe someday I'd consider joining the Adventurer's Guild, but for now, I just want

n their expressions. Resisting wasn't

erchant's Guild. A faded but sturdy sign hung above the entrance, depicting two crossed swords and an elven

ntricately designed magical staves. Behind the counter stood an old but formidable elven

ked onto us, sharp and assessing. "

mth. According to Elvie, Igor was their mother

gor, we've brought a fr

s expression unreadable. "A weapon,

ed. "But apparently

at's true enough. Come on, let's

oo ornate, and some seemed to hum with magical energy-far beyond what I needed. Eventually, I settled on a simple but well-bal

her

of confusion and amusement tu

eally?" I muttered,

rummaging through instant noodles, coffee sachets, a suspiciously squishy mana bun, un

e one I'd been using at the shop, covered in fain

ed, ready to shove it back

The tip of the pen shimmered, just for a second, like

rote my name across the surface: Dirk Robinson Jr. As soon as the last letter was written, it glowed softly... and then vanishe

her

the Guardian screen again with a dramatic shout in my

VE

IC:

:

ER:

oly crap... I actu

uted wings and sang me a lullaby. "You little s

aderie blooming between us. I slid it carefully into the front pocke

pparently