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Chapter 222
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Chapter 222 – Simon Said
“Brother, um… can you say that again?”
Simon leaned his elbows on the counter like a podium and looked at me with a dazed expression on his face.
Somehow, he’s gotten thinner again. His beard, which looked like a Monopoly mascot, has become a moderate mustache, and his figure has settled into a white silk shirt, black vest, and pants. It seems that his weight and sense of style go up and down with his mental state or family situation. That’s good, I guess because I don’t want him to get so fat.
“Twenty tons of wheat. Ten tons of rice. Three tons of cornmeal…”
“Wait, wait, wait… tons? You mean those tons?”
“I don’t know what tons you’re talking about, but it’s 20,000 kilograms of wheat. 10,000 kilograms of rice, and…”
“No, I know. That doesn’t mean I can’t do the math.”
“You’re not telling me that the Saint-sama of the garbage dump can’t get his hands on the food of the common people, are you?”
“Of course not. I can get tons of wheat and rice. You… you are a demon king, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes. But now I run a merchant business in my spare time. A customer in the country where I’m on vacation has asked me to do something for them. The domestic production and distribution of grain is going to be disrupted for a while due to the aftermath of the civil war.”
“What’s so interesting about that? Is this a Japanese holiday? I don’t get it.”
No, I don’t understand it either.
I can’t help it. If I refuse this scary witch’s request, she’ll turn me into a frog or something.
“How long will it take you to get everything?”
“Oh… I guess. Two days. I can get it out in 100 kilograms.”
“As expected from Saint-sama. I’ll take what you have. And two tons of sugar and a few gallons of distilled alcohol.”
“You really are a merchant, aren’t you?”
Simon retreats with a curious look on his face and comes right back. He is loading a pallet onto a forklift. It’s surreal to see him in a tuxedo, jacket off, moving heavy machinery.
“There was a little over a ton of wheat in the warehouse. I’ll check for corn and rice…so wait a minute.”
He went back and forth and brought out a ton and a half of wheat, 400 kilograms of cornmeal, 200 kilograms of rice, 100 kilograms of sugar, and about 100 bottles each of whiskey and vodka. When I gave him a small barrel of gold coins, he gave me about 20 bottles of expensive brandy and wine as an extra. He said it was a favor. As expected from Saint-sama, he was very generous.
“Oh, yes. Can you take a look at this?”
I handed him the gold ore I had pulled out of the horse-drawn sleigh, thinking to ask him how much it was worth. Simon weighed it, examined it, and tilted his head.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I recovered it from a gold mine that was about to be robbed by a bunch of crooks.”
“Doesn’t that mean you robbed it? Well, that’s okay. So it’s buried over there in that condition, huh? How long have you had it?”
“I don’t know about buried, but I got about four horse-drawn sleds. About half in a container in a smaller military truck, I think.”
He shook his head in dismay.
“The value of the gold is different there. The gold ore produced here contains less than 3% gold. It takes at least three hundred chicken-egg-sized gold ores to mint one of the gold coins you just gave me.”
So… over here, you only need about ten of the gold ores I gave Simon to make one gold coin. I don’t know how great that is. Maybe they use this technology for mining and refining in a world where magic exists.
“I see what you mean. No, you can take that.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s going to you anyway. You can have it.”
I had no use for it, and I didn’t want to give it back to Ecla-san, so I gave Simon the rest of the gold ore I had stored away.
“I’ll prepare the rest for you. Take it when you see fit.”
“Yes, please. Give my regards to the angel and the saint.”
“Yes, my angel is beginning to wander. She still treasures the spoon you gave her.”
“I see. I’m glad to hear that.”
I smile, wave, and close the market.
“…I knew it. I thought so, too.”
I’ve had a few uncomfortable feelings since we first met, but I’ve tried not to focus on them. Even if I recognized it now, nothing would change. It was no longer a place I should return to or a world I could return to, so I tried not to look too deeply into it.
But now I understand. In this world where I am and in the world where Simon lives… Time moves at a different pace.
“That’s not… true.”
The feeling of being connected to the world I was in, even if it was on the black market, had prevented me from feeling lost. But now I felt like I was the only one who was disconnected and left behind, and the world was moving away from me at high speed.
Maybe it depends on the connection interval, or maybe there are other conditions, but based on the change in that guy’s body shape, it was about four times as fast. Based on the growth of his angelic daughter, it could be closer to ten times. Or maybe even more.
There might not be much time left in the relationship now.
“Yoshua?”
I find myself in the room of the “Wolf’s Tail Pavilion” where the market has opened. A dwarf girl with a worried look on her face looked at me.
“Oh, Mi-Mir.”
“What… are you doing?”
Picking at her plump, blood-colored cheeks and stroking her fluffy, quirky hair while looking into her sparkling eyes, I finally felt myself calm down.
“W-what’s wrong, Yoshua? Where does it hurt? Don’t you feel well?”
I hugged Myrril tightly, feeling her soft and warm touch. I took a deep breath into her chest and smelled a faint, sweet, milky scent.
Myrril patted my back gently as if to calm me down. My mind regained its composure, and I looked at her with a smile on my face.
“Yoshua. What happened to you? What’s wrong with you? Tell me if you want, and I won’t make it worse.”
“Yes, I know. Thank you, Myrril. I’m fine now. There’s no problem.”
Even if the connection with Simon disappears, it will happen right then and there. Nothing will change. I belong here. This is it.
“U-umu. Then it’s all right.”
“Now, let’s go. As a skilled merchant, I have to surprise my customers.”
I packed up and headed back to the Adventurers’ Guild. Holding Myrril’s small hand, I walked back to the Adventurers’ Guild. I thought about stocking up on weapons and ammunition, which contradicted what I said earlier.