Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six: Izay, “Mourning for the Battlefield Saint~”

Upon hearing that Izay had come to sell rare “drop items,” the man did not rush to verify his identity as a member of the Loki Familia right away.

Instead, he led Izay to a small house located not far from the stone workshop.

Compared to the somewhat questionable environment of the previous stone workshop, this little house was noticeably brighter and tidier, looking like a place specifically designated for receiving guests.

“Um, may I inquire about the types of drop items you wish to sell, sir? And how many are there?”

Stepping into the house, the man wiped his face and hands with a towel hanging on the wall, his tone slightly more serious.

After all, purchasing drop items wasn’t a trivial matter for their faction focused on forging.

They could use these drop items as raw materials for forging weapons, so he couldn’t afford to be careless.

It was just like farmers selecting good saplings when planting trees.

“The drop items in this backpack, except for the Blue Phoenix wings and Purple Moth powder, I want to sell everything else. Also, here’s my Familial Group emblem.”

In response, Izay placed the backpack, stuffed full behind him, onto the table inside the house, while pulling out his familial emblem from his pocket and handing it over to the man.

After adventurers join a faction, especially those of a decent size, they usually receive something that represents their faction identity.

This symbol allows others to identify which faction they belong to, bringing some conveniences within Orario.

Most of the time, this symbol is a faction emblem.

Take the Ganesha Familia, for instance.

Almost every member has the habit of embroidering the emblem on their outerwear, using it as a deterrent.

No one would dare provoke members of the Ganesha Familia willingly.

Since the Ganesha Familia is entrusted by the Guild to maintain urban security, the faction is also known among adventurers as the “Constabulary of the Labyrinth City.”

Each member fulfills this duty.

Ordinary people provoking the constabulary?

That must mean they think their lives are too easy…

Naturally, after joining the Loki Familia, Izay also received such an item.

About half the size of a palm, made of special material hard to counterfeit, with a jester emblem engraved on it.

However, there isn’t much of a trend within the Loki Familia to flaunt one’s identity everywhere, so Izay usually keeps the emblem in his pocket.

The man briefly took Izay’s faction emblem to check, returning it to Izay after just a few seconds.

Such specially crafted items are difficult to forge, and don’t require overly careful examination to distinguish authenticity.

And Izay’s emblem was undoubtedly genuine.

“I understand… No, but, sir, are you sure you want to sell so many drop items?”

After confirming that Izay was indeed from the Loki Familia, the man’s attitude became significantly friendlier, yet upon seeing the full backpack of drop items, he couldn’t hide his surprise.

“Yes, except for the Blue Phoenix wings and Purple Moth powder, sell the rest.”

“That… Please wait a moment, we need to confirm the quantity.”

The man took out all the small bottles containing the Blue Phoenix wings and Purple Moth powder from the backpack, then called out a few companions from the workshop, starting to count the number of drop items nearby.

The reason why the Blue Phoenix wings and Purple Moth powder were not chosen for sale was due to professional mismatch.

One is the main material for making Antidotes, the other is the main material for making Mental Recovery Potions, neither of which has anything to do with forging, so naturally, the Gubernue Familia wouldn’t accept them.

A few minutes later, the man who had finished sorting and cleaning up the large pile of drop items approached Izay with a piece of parchment.

“Mr. Izay, according to the current best market price, we can offer you 1.2 million for your drop items. What do you think?”

“I have no objections.”

Izay nodded.

The price was about what he had expected.

Just a bunch of upper-level drop items, getting this price was already quite good.

“Then, here is your 1.2 million Valis, please take care. We look forward to your next visit.”

The man summoned a companion from within the faction, quickly preparing the full cash amount.

Izay accepted the clinking large burlap sack, stuffing it back into his backpack.

After bidding farewell to the Gubernue Familia, Izay headed towards the northwest street area.

He still had plenty of Blue Phoenix wings and Purple Moth powder, things that should be handled by professionals.

In front of a massive building on Northwest Street, the sign was adorned with symbols representing the **Cadiante Familial Group**: a light sphere and medicinal herb emblem.

Cadiante Healing Clinic.

Izay visited this familiar place once again.

“Good morning, Mr. Izay, are you here to purchase Spiritual Medicine again?”

Approaching was the same familiar human girl named Elvie.

When Izay first came to the Cadiante Healing Clinic, she was the one who greeted him.

Over the past half month, Izay could be considered a regular customer at this shop, becoming quite familiar with this girl.

Whenever he passed by, he would often buy a couple of doses of Spiritual Medicine.

The same went for the Azure Herb Shop also located in the Northwest Street area.

Whether or not he would actually use them didn’t really matter; mainly, whenever he passed by a pharmacy, Izay couldn’t help himself and always wanted to go inside to check things out.

Perhaps it was a habit formed from playing games in his previous life.

Commonly known as — stockpiling medicine!

Like the potions stored in the warehouse three years ago, their value tripled after three years.

Izay had encountered situations like this before and even made a small fortune off of it.

Anyway, Spiritual Medicine doesn’t expire, so why not buy some and keep it?

“Good morning, Elvie. This time, I’m not here to buy medicine. I’ve come to sell Blue Phoenix wings and Purple Moth powder. Is Amide around?”

Casually greeting her, Izay explained his purpose.

It’s worth mentioning that the name Loki Familia carried more weight than Izay had imagined.

Previously, Izay occasionally ran into Amide acting as the shopgirl, and thanks to the convenience of being part of the Loki Familia, he received discounts multiple times when purchasing Spiritual Medicine.

“Miss Amide should be working right now. Please wait a moment, Mr. Izay, I’ll call her.”

Hearing that Izay had come to sell two primary materials for Spiritual Medicine, Elvie was surprised but maintained proper etiquette.

The spiritual medicine aspect of the Cadiante Familial Group was almost entirely managed by the battlefield saint herself, from acquiring materials to producing the medicine, everything had to pass through her hands.

Izay was well aware of this, which is why he directly asked if she was in the store.

If she wasn’t, then he’d have to go through the Guild process instead.

The Guild also had Adventurers’ Quests to purchase these two materials.

But upon learning that she was indeed present, Izay felt a slight… sigh?

Poor Amide, either working or on her way to work…

Watching Elvie walk away, Izay couldn’t help but mourn for the battlefield saint for a while.