The man who looked to be the auctioneer shook his head and spoke.
âGorz, the night market is already over! If you want to sell some items, please come back during the next scheduled auction!â
âThen whenâs the next auction scheduled?â
âHow many times do I have to tell you for you to remember? The next auction schedule for the night market will only be set after there are enough items available that the customers would be interested in!â
The auctioneer touched his beard and gestured to the man named Gorz.
âAnd, Gorz, itâs obvious what kind of item youâve brought. Is that another egg? Donât even try to sell something so ugly here. One or two of those things had been sold before just because of short-lived fascination, but have you seen any getting sold recently? Itâs just trash that you know will rot!â
âItâs different this time!â
Gorz, a bald mercenary wearing a dirty outfit, approached the auctioneer and whispered with a low voice.
âThis one is quite different. Youâll know it when you see it. This is a very, very special item!â
After heaving out a sigh, the auctioneer responded.
âWell, fine, take it out then. Iâll take a look first.â
âHuh? Oh, uh⊠I donât have it on me right now.â
The auctioneer glared at Gorz with an annoyed expression on his face.
âWhat nonsense are you talking about now?â
âItâs not here. I hid it at our headquarters.â
âGorz, are we playing a game now? You said that Iâll know it when I see it. But you arenât even going to show me here? Do I look so gullible to you?â
âHehe, itâs too dangerous to bring it all the way here. If you just give me an advance on the paymentâŠâ
âThis basââ
The auctioneer pushed Gorz hard on the chest with a loud accompanying sound.
âGet out! You donât even have anything to sell here but youâre asking me to pay you in advance?! Tough luck! Donât ever seek me out again! Ugh!â
Staggering back after being pushed by the auctioneer, Gorz replied back in an angry voice.
âYouâre going to regret this!â
With an eyepatch on, a smaller man beside Gorz tried to calm him down.
âLook, I told you so. Itâs impossible to get an advance.â
âSh*t! Luke, I told you we should have brought it!â
âGorz, that thing is so ominous. If we move it, weâll be in danger!â
It was right then.
Someone grabbed the man by the back of his neck and whispered grimly.
âCaught you.â
Gorz and Luke looked behind them.
There stood Radis, wearing a cute dress and a fancy hat.
As she glared at Gorz, Radis said,
âYou detestable punk.â
Then, someone else placed their hand on Radisâ shoulder and said,
âCaught you.â
Radis didnât have to look back to see who it was.
Yves sighed as he glanced at Radis.
âYou troublemaking young lady.â
Yves took Radisâ hand off the manâs neck.
Then, he said to Gorz,
âSorry about that. Our young lady here is a bit of a troublemaker.â
âWhat?â
Luke immediately shut Gorzâ mouth.
âHehe, old man! Weâre the ones who were rude here!â
âShut up!â
âShh, come on.â
Luke whispered into Gorzâ ear.
âIâve seen that guyâs ring! Heâs Marquis Russell!â
ââŠâŠ.!â
As Gorz and Luke fell silent, Yves quickly dragged Radis away.
âRadis!â
ââŠâŠâ
âI know itâs a bit surprising to see some ugly faces, but itâs too much to say that someoneâs detestable just because theyâre ugly!â
âThatâs not what I mean at all. That jerkâŠ!â
Radis couldnât bring herself to speak.
She recalled this mercenary named Gorz.
He was a criminal lowlife who played a decisive role in the reason why Radis had such a negative perception of all mercenaries.
The leader of the Kingsnake Mercenary Guild, Gorz!
Gorz was a horrible villain who would lure small monsters to attack villages just so that he could get commissioned to save them. After his method was discovered, he became a wanted criminal.
But it would take years before Gorz would become incriminated.
Right now, no one knew the evildoings of Gorz.
While he patted Radisâ shoulder as if soothing her, Yves handed something over to Radis.
âHere you go.â
It was the rusty, 110 thousand rupen sword that was wrapped in cloth.
Finally holding this sword, Radis exclaimed,
âAhâŠ!â
âHeavy, isnât it? Itâs filthily heavy.â
âItâs fine.â
Radis patted the rusty iron blade.
Seeing this, Yves looked at her with a puzzled expression.
âIf youâre going to bring it to the mansion, put a note on it that says itâs not trash. If anyone sees it, they might try to throw it away.â
Radis glanced at Yves and said,
âWhat do you mean, trash?â
From where she was, patting the rusty sword, she could see the backs of Gorz and Luke as they were about to leave.
It would be several years later until Gorz would become a wanted criminal.
Perhaps Gorz was just an ordinary mercenary now.
HoweverâŠ
âWhat ominous thing were they talking about?â
Those words made her think about something peculiarly unpleasant.