A Reincarnated Person With a Sub-Dimension - A Reincarnated Person With a Sub-Dimension chapter 11

Episode 11

The castle seen up close was full of majesty.

The fortress wall, which was built with rocks the size of a house, and watchtowers placed at regular intervals reminded us of an impregnable fortress.

While I was looking around the castle, Uncle Kit started talking to me.

“Hey, did you say it was your first time outside the village? It must be your first time seeing such a huge wall.”

There was a hint of pride in Uncle Kit’s voice.

‘Is there an ointment in Ekiever? Why is the uncle proud?’

My impression of the actual castle wall is the level of freshness and interest that I feel when facing a different landscape.

However, he replied with a slight exaggeration that good is good.

“Yes. It’s really amazing how big the walls are.”

When I agreed, the corners of Uncle Kit’s mouth went up.

“hahahaha. Even two hundred years ago, Ekiever was the border city of the kingdom. Since then, as the border has been expanded, it has served as a second line of defense. What we are seeing now is a newly built outer wall, but they say it took about a hundred years to complete.

But it’s not the outer wall that’s really great, it’s the inner wall that was built as a border city. Even in terms of height, it is half as tall as the outer wall and much thicker.

If your brothers become inner citizens, you won’t have to worry about their safety. It’s never going to happen, but even if a demon beast invades, the resistance will be safe.”

While talking to Uncle Kit.

When asked why I was going to Erita, I said that I was going to earn money as a mercenary.

When Uncle Kit found out that I was a warrior, he looked surprised.

It was probably a natural reaction since a poor country child became a samurai.

After that, when I learned that he had risen to the third place at the age of 17, the reaction intensified.

It doesn’t matter if anyone knows about my status, as long as it doesn’t fall into the ears of Uncle Herbert and Brother Richard right away.

Anyway, the state of mana was revealed in the mercenary screening process.

There was no need to hide their status because people with talent and wealth often reached the third rank before the age of 15.

My goal is a stable life for my hyungs.

So, before going to Erita, I thought to find out how much money I needed to settle down in Ekiever.

Originally, I was going to collect information by selling my feet for a few days, but after hearing my story, Uncle Kit decided to help me by saying that a day would be enough with his help.

Of course, Uncle Kit wasn’t doing one-sided favours either.

In my memory, Uncle Kit was a peddler who sold miscellaneous household goods.

I still remember pulling an old pony and a wooden cart that had turned white.

Uncle Kit, who was like that, had become incredibly rich in less than 10 years.

It was as if he had become the owner of a shop in Erita.

Uncle Kit’s shop traded by-products of monsters and monsters.

Except for items that are valuable enough to go up on the auction house, general by-products are traded on a fixed price basis according to the price set by the Merchant Guild.

So, the most important thing for merchants was to recruit mercenaries to supply by-products.

Instead of helping me, Uncle Kit suggested selling the by-products in his shop.

I didn’t write a separate contract, and if I didn’t like it, I could go somewhere else anytime, so I readily accepted.

I lined up with Uncle Kit and the others to enter the castle.

While standing in the waiting line, I came up with a question and asked Mr. Kit.

“Mister. But why don’t you check if I’m a real warrior? I could be lying.”

Uncle Kit said with a grin.

“The reason I was able to succeed faster than others is because I have an eye for people. It seems to me that you are trying to hide your skills rather than exaggerate them.”

Like this uncle merchant, he has a good sense of humor.

“Of course, my intuition isn’t always right. But I still have a feeling that you’re going to be very successful. If you have something to auction later, don’t forget to leave it with our store. I’ll make sure to advertise mine.”

Uncle Kit put a hand on my shoulder with a sales smile.

As we talked, the waiting line quickly decreased and our turn came before we knew it.

The guard walking through the toll had a hard expression on his face as if he was tired of repetitive work.

“Pay the toll.”

I handed a silver coin I had prepared in advance to the guard.

Blanton Kingdom uses copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins as currency.

For 10 fairy tales, you can stay overnight at a small inn, eat and drink.

One silver coin was worth 100 copper coins, an amount that a poor serf could earn after working for three months.

The guard confirmed the authenticity of the silver coin and threw it into a chest next to it.

“Pass.”

I paid the toll, but I still haven’t entered the city.

In order to pass through the wall, you had to go through the process of proving your identity first.

If they could not prove their identity, they could not enter the castle without paying the toll.

Eight guards stood in front of the gate to check the identity of each person.

On either side of it, fully armed guards and a man who appeared to be a commander watched with keen eyes.

“Show me your ID.”

As identity verification is very important, the guards treated people with an overbearing tone and attitude.

However, the guard I met asked for an identification card in a cautious tone for some reason.

I handed out the pass I had prepared in advance.

My identity, date of birth, and simple impression were written on the pass.

There are several ways to prove your identity.

Priests and nobles usually use signet rings as identification.

Commoners carried a birth certificate with the lord’s seal, a pass, or a Teresan baptismal certificate.

“freeman?”

The guard looked me over with a suspicious look, and then gave me back my pass.

“Pass.”

I got out of the waiting line and waited for Uncle Kit.

Merchants are exempted from paying tolls by showing their merchant certificate.

Instead, taxes were levied on items sold while staying in the city, so I thoroughly inspected the items I had before entering the city.

Of course, even after thorough inspections, there were people who smuggled in goods and traded them.

But committing a crime in the kingdom of Blanton means becoming a slave and fighting to the death on the borders.

Smuggling at the risk of one’s life was rare, as it was a structure in which one could earn money as much as one worked hard by paying a set tax.

After a while, Mr. Kit, who finished the examination, received a wooden plaque the size of his thumb and came out of the waiting line.

Later, when he left the city, he returned the wooden plaque, checked the goods, and said that if there were no problems, the merchant certificate would be returned.

We entered the castle together.

After passing through the gate, a wide road first caught my eye.

Centered on the highway, buildings from two stories to five stories high stood in a row.

Even after the sun had set, the streets were quite bright thanks to the lanterns and torches hung on each building.

People and carriages passed in an orderly manner on the well-paved roads.

When the horses pulling the wagons packed stools on the way, people who looked like beggars rushed to clean them up.

All over the street, touts were rolling their eyes to attract customers.

A solicitor followed our group as well.

“Ministers. Are you looking for a place to stay? If you follow me, I will take you to the best inn in Ekiever. If you want, I can put in any number of pretty girls.”

“We’re merchants, so find out someone else.”

Uncle Kit said, raising his voice enough to be heard around him.

At that moment, I felt the eyes of the touts who were watching us disappear.

“Oh, you must have been merchants.”

The corners of the mouth of the solicitor, who had gone up to the clown, came down immediately.

The solicitor turned his back on us and muttered softly as he walked away.

It might sound like a mumble to others, but I could hear it clearly.

“Hey. I thought the young guy was an aristocrat, but he’s a money ghost.”

Uncle Kit, who shook off all the touts at once, moved quickly through the crowd.

Like a big city where hundreds of thousands of people live, we were able to arrive at the inn after a long journey.

Uncle Kit’s party occupied two three-person bedrooms.

In addition, after ordering bath water and meals, I went up to my room to unpack.

“Ian-kun. Let’s rest for today and see you tomorrow. How about we have a meal together later?”

“No. I’m fine, so enjoy your meal with your friends.”

“Okay. Then see you tomorrow morning.”

I rented a single room with the money because I didn’t need a bath or a meal.

The only thing I had was the sword and money bag that Uncle Herbert gave me.

I sat cross-legged on the bare floor without unpacking my luggage.

It is still only early evening.

When there was nothing to do, simbeop training was the best.

I used mana and refilled repeatedly until I didn’t have a handful of mana left.

The training ended at midnight.

But the real training still remains.

After moving to the sub-dimension, I used mana again and recharged again.

Certainly, after training in a place where mana was scarce, when I came to the sub-dimension, I felt a strange feeling as if I had gotten closer to mana.

Until the end of his stay, he stayed in the sub-dimension and operated the mental method.

Returning to reality while operating the Simbeop, I went to bed and went to bed.

the next morning.

Me and Mr. Kit finished breakfast and went out in earnest.

“Even if you go around, you will suffer for nothing, and it will be difficult to obtain proper information. Even if you find information, it is another matter to determine the authenticity. So, to obtain accurate information, it is most certain to go through management. I didn’t do it, I don’t lie very well.

But if you become a noble, will stiff officials easily give you information? It takes money to open the official’s mouth, but if you were alone, you would have had to poke a lot of money. First of all, since there is someone I know at the administrative office, let’s go together.”

I followed Uncle Kit to the administrative office.

Entering the administrative office, Mr. Kit looked around for a moment and then walked away with a smile.

A woman who looked to be in her early twenties was sitting where Uncle Kit was heading.

The woman looked down and flipped through the documents on her desk.

On one side of the desk was a small plaque bearing the name Third Clerk Alma Moreno.

You’re a female scribe.

Perhaps he was a wealthy city dweller or a collateral aristocrat.

“Miss Alma. How are you?”

Uncle Kit sat down on a chair in front of the desk and started talking.

“Oh! Mr. Kit. Long time no see.”

Alma was surprised and greeted them warmly.

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“I was worried about where to find it if I became the second secretary, but luckily I’m still there.”

“Oh my. How did you know I was getting promoted? I don’t have a position at the top yet, so I’ll probably be promoted next month. But what’s going on here, Kitt? Didn’t you say you’d quit your logistics job and open a shop in Erita?”

“That’s right. I’m on my way to Erita after cleaning up all my property in another city this time. I stopped by to say hello to Miss Alma before I go.”

“If you leave for Erita, it will be difficult to meet you in the future, so it’s a pity.”

“hahahaha. Ekiever is a city that has become a foothold for my business, so I have a lot of attachment to it. I also plan to settle down here someday, so I’ll be able to see it often then.”

“I’m from Ekiever, so I don’t have to leave anywhere. Just Mr. Kitt will have to come. Anyway, you probably didn’t come all the way here to say hello to me. Why did you come?”

“hahahaha. Really, I heard about Miss Alma’s promotion a while ago and came to congratulate her. But then something else happened and I wanted to ask a question. My friends and brothers here are planning to move to Ekiever, but there are two of them. How much is the settlement money? Can you find out if you need it?”

Uncle Kit said, pointing at me standing next to him.

Alma looked up and looked at me, perhaps realizing that I was there.

“and.”

The moment my eyes met Alma’s.

With a short exclamation, Alma’s eyes shone brightly.