Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 533



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Episode 533 Junk Shop (2)

Memories that are stuck in your head like a nail hit by a hammer are difficult to get out.

Even if you live forgetting about it, there are times when it will probably come to mind without you knowing it. Like a bad nightmare you had sometime ago.

The phenomenon has a greater effect when a little stimulation is given like now.

“Phuu …

“Whoa!”

The liquor spewed out of his mouth, soaking the table and the chair opposite him. The food was so good that he could no longer eat it.

“… … I’ll go and see.”

“Me, me too.”

The two women slowly moved away from the chaotic drinking party. As soon as the excitement was lost, their fleeting love cooled down in an instant.

He was an ordinary youth.

Either way, Romer Hansnia was desperate to stop coughing and raise his head.

“Cough, cough!! What, yes… … Cough! Yes, why are you here… … ?!”

Orange eyes with dilated pupils that seem ready to burst, and shiny hair with a mix of gray and black hair that is completely disheveled.

Droplets of alcohol dripped from the corner of my mouth, but I didn’t have time to wipe them away. All I could do was shake off the embarrassment of this unexpected reunion.

Verden said.

“I stopped by for personal business. I came here to ask you something related to that. It was a simple matter, so I didn’t mean to disturb you… … Aren’t you too surprised?”

“No, isn’t it natural to be surprised?”

Romer caressed the back of my neck and poured the remaining alcohol into my mouth. I barely regained my composure and rolled my eyes.

‘Wow, the robe changed from platinum to black. And he’s wearing jet-black gloves that weren’t there before. Cool… … No. More importantly, why is the King of the Underworld visiting the Iderat Federation?’

Are you thinking of participating in the league war?

Well, that’s not it.

As of today, the league competition in the Meridiole region has ended, so it is procedurally unreasonable to be late in joining the competition.

Then what is it?

All Romer knows is the information he gets from the newspapers he reads regularly.

The news is that the divine being of the Eastern Continent is dedicated to expanding his power as the de facto ruler of the North, dividing up the ownerless lands.

So what can I do?

If you don’t know, you have no choice but to ask.

“So why did you come to me… … ?”

“I heard there’s a junk shop in Miredior. Do you know exactly where it is?”

Verden was going to ask Romer just one question and then leave. He had come to the Federation only for the golden remains.

however.

“A junk dealer? Oh, do you have any artifacts to sell to Mr. Reginald?”

Rohmer called the junk dealer by his name in a very personal and friendly tone. This immediately changed the story.

“Romer, have you eaten?”

“Well, just some drinks and snacks───”

“I’ll live, so don’t go out.”

In this way, the lonely wolf was chosen to accompany the Transcendent One.

* * *

Without saying a word, Romer joined Verden’s party and entered the most expensive and luxurious restaurant in Miredior.

Although the story with the beautiful women ended abruptly, I had no particular complaints.

A painful experience of rushing in with the intention of getting the cool nickname of Ruler of Loafra, only to get beaten up and pass out.

A horrifying experience of witnessing the spectacle of the skeletal dragon that attempted to attack and destroy the city of Sacred, the Republic of Veldirn, being defeated.

A fun experience where I obtained a really nice and practical artifact, [Floated], through bartering with each other.

It is a natural adaptation that is created by the complex intertwining of these experiences. In other words, it can be called atrophy.

So I was scared.

Swish, swish.

Romer cut a large piece of bloody steak and sipped wine, swirling his glass leisurely.

It was an instinctive bravado, not wanting to admit that I was scared inside.

“But if you want to know the location of the junk shop, you don’t have to ask me, right? You can probably find it if you ask around.”

“I was going to do that, but as soon as I arrived in the city, I heard your name.”

It is a self-evident fact that when you come to a foreign land, it is more efficient and rational to ask someone you know.

Not only does it save time, but it also ensures the accuracy of information.

Needless to say, it goes without saying that Romer has a personal relationship with the junk dealer.

“Ugh.”

Romer had nothing to say in response, so he licked his lips and changed the subject.

“But Reginald, if you’re thinking of doing business with that swindler, you’d better quit now. Do you know how junk dealers handle relics?”

“I heard that they trick people into buying at a low price and then selling at a very high price.”

“It’s as the rumors say. If you actually look at the prices, they’re ridiculous. I’ve been scammed several times myself, showing how clever their methods are.”

Even though Verden didn’t ask, Romer began to talk freely about his past from years ago.

It was a story about an antique dealer who, while disposing of an artifact he had accidentally found during his travels, beat up the appraiser with his smooth talking and the circumstances.

“At that time, rumors about the junk dealer hadn’t spread that much, so I couldn’t help it. So I thought he was a great trader, and I offered him all the artifacts I acquired later… … Whenever I think about that time… … !”

“For something like that, you seem to be close friends.”

“We have a sort of business partnership now. Compared to other customers, I deal with them more frequently than usual, so one day, the old man said to me first. He said that he would not cheat me anymore and would pay me the right price, so if you find any more relics, bring them all to me.”

Romer shrugged.

“At first I told them to get out… … but in the end I accepted their offer. When I tried using a different route other than the old man’s, the commission was too high and it took too long to sell the relics. Fortunately, our relationship hasn’t broken down so far.”

“If someone heard us, they’d think we were a relic exploration team.”

“Haha, I’m just lucky in that area. I’m not interested in things like relic exploration though.”

The cube currently in Verden’s possession, [Archeo], is a sealed artifact that Romer discovered in a certain ruin.

The fact that you picked up an ownerless artifact while traveling the world proves that you are an exceptionally lucky person.

“Well, anyway. I don’t know what kind of deal you’re trying to make with the old man, but you must have gotten a meal, so I’ll act as your mediator. Thanks to the [Floated] you gave me, I was selected for the main tournament of the Federation today… … We both almost died to the bone dragon, right?”

When Verden was seriously injured and fell to the ground after being hit by the claws of a skeletal dragon, Romer and Leila protected the unconscious Verden.

In the process, my shoulder was pierced… … It was such a dirty and painful experience that I realized what it really felt like to die.

“I would appreciate it if you would do that.”

“Then let’s go right away. It’s a waste to be held until tomorrow.”

Romer emptied the remaining food and put on the coat he had hung on the hanger.

While Verden was paying for the food, he took the lead and walked out into the street where the winter wind was blowing.

[Lone Wolf, Romer Hansnia. He values ​​appearance. He is the most adorable of the adorable.]

“It’s a bit of a bluff.”

Verden also moved in response to Alpha’s recent hobby of character identification.

After passing through the back alleys of Miredior and passing through them again, I arrived at an area that was almost deserted. I entered the oldest building there.

Okay, okay.

The hinges squealed as Romer yanked on the doorknob on the floor. Beneath the building was a vast underground area that looked like a converted sewer system.

“Sir! Where is this swindler!”

As I go down the stairs and shout, my voice echoes as if I have entered a cave.

The answer came soon.

“What’s going on at this hour? I thought you’d be done with the alliance war and rolling around with women by now. Do you suddenly have some artifacts to trade?”

Someone squeezed through the piles of rubble that filled the basement. A lantern containing a stone lantern illuminated Romer and Verden.

“… … It wasn’t a relic, it was a guest. Well, if it’s a guest, it means they’re willing to trade, so it’s okay to consider it a relic, right?”

A junk dealer, Reginald, appears.

* * *

A moustache adorned his lips and curly dark brown hair covered his forehead.

At face value, he appears to be in his 40s and has a fairly large build, but there is nothing unusual about him.

‘I feel no magic or divine power in my prayers.’

A transcendent insight defines Reginald as an ordinary citizen. However, it is precisely because of this that he is confirmed to be an extraordinary person.

If you specialize in old relics that would be of interest to wealthy nobles and others, but are always downgrading prices to the point of being called a scammer, you will surely be hated everywhere… … .

And yet, he is alive and breathing with all his limbs intact.

“Romer, this philandering bastard is bringing back not a woman but a guest this time. How should I interpret this?”

“Interpretation and all, a guest is a guest. But you must know him, sir. The sacredness of the Eastern Continent. Have you heard of him?”

“Dragon Slayer?”

Reginald looked surprised and turned his gaze to the side. Verden removed the hood of his robe and revealed his original face.

“Asher.”

“… … It seems that you are right. A famous person from the continent who subdued the undead dragon came to see me. Hmm, it would be a bit much to continue the conversation here, so please come inside.”

I followed Reginald through the gaps in the piled up junk. As I entered deeper into his residence, a junk shop-like scene unfolded before me.

The relatively wide space, with a ceiling height of about 4 meters, is filled with artifacts on display. Some of them have price tags on the front.

A metal statue with an unknown design engraved on it that has no magical effects.

1.4 billion elk.

‘You’re crazy.’

From Verden’s perspective, it is an unacceptable amount. A statue that is hardly even a work of art costs over 1 billion elk.

He is the kind of connoisseur that even Ignacia would be serious about.

I immediately understood why Legritt and Rohmer were disgusted.

“Will this sell?”

“It wouldn’t sell as a common sense. There are very few people who would value a statue the size of an arm at that level. But those who buy it will buy it anyway.”

Reginald stroked his moustache.

“Well, whatever happens, it’s fine. If I sell it, I can buy more relics with the money, and if I can’t sell it, I can just leave it here.”

“I think he’s more of a collector than a junk dealer.”

“What’s the difference between a junk dealer and a collector?”

Is it both a job and a hobby?

Whatever it is, it seems that he has a huge fortune that would allow him to make a living by just purchasing artifacts rather than selling them.

If not, then it would have been normal for him to have starved to death and been buried in the ground long ago.

“By the way, it doesn’t look like you came here to buy antiques. What brought you all the way here from an ownerless land to trade?”

“There is an ancient artifact that I would like you to find.”

“Ancient relics?”

Verden summoned the thigh of the golden skeleton from subspace. Reginald, who received it, immediately took out his monocle and examined it closely.

It was a magic item exclusively for , made by the Artesian Tower and worth several billion Elk, used by Archbishop Joseph of the Church of Luas.

“… … ‘The golden path will open to whoever collects the three golden bones: skull, ribs, and femur.’ Is this an ancient relic in the form of a legend?”

“All I have now are the femur and the ribs.”

“So you want me to find out where the remaining skull is? This is my specialty, but… … the chances of finding it are low. If it’s buried underground, there’s no way to find it.”

“Still, I will ask you.”

Verden doesn’t have high hopes for the Golden Relics, but he’s only invested moderately since he’s got two out of three.

Even if you don’t achieve any results, there’s no need to be disappointed.

“Well, then… … .”

Reginald nodded, fiddling with the golden remains.

Then, Romer stepped forward.

“Since you came here on my recommendation, don’t even think about haggling over the price. If you try to cheat and get beaten up by the staff, I won’t stop you. Seriously.”

The will to pay for the meal.

At that time, all eyes were on how much the crazy junk dealer would charge for a useless statue worth 1.4 billion elk.

“I won’t take any money for it. However, I will carry out the request for free, but the condition is that you lend me one of the two golden bones until you find the golden skull.”

“Why?”

“This artifact is very interesting. Most stories about ancient artifacts are false, but I have a feeling this one might be genuine. That alone makes it worth investigating. Of course, I promise not to damage it. You can hang it.”

Upon deep reflection, I see no sign of any impure intentions.

And the two golden relics he had were of no use other than for ornamental purposes, so it was an acceptable condition.

You can also save money.

‘But I have no intention of entrusting you with ancient relics without any compensation and just trust.’

There’s no way to trust someone you’ve only known for an hour.

“Is there anyone who can guarantee that promise?”

“The lone wolf here, Romer Hansnia, will vouch for you.”

“Then I accept it.”

“???”

Romer, who had become a guarantor in an instant, stood still and blinked.

What was just being talked about?

While I was standing there blankly, Verden turned his back.

“Contact is to be sent to Arlane, a city located in the northern part of the Land of No Man. In my absence, Liam Arlane will receive the message.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Then let’s meet again, Romer.”

As soon as Verden finished his business, he left. The sound disappeared at some point. Romer, who had been staring at the empty space, opened his mouth.

“Sir, are you crazy? I never said I would do it, so why am I the guarantor? Huh?”

“Okay, let’s say I’m crazy. And you’re my guarantor.”

“No, this scammer───”

Although Romer complained loudly, Reginald didn’t listen at all. His attention was elsewhere.

His gaze sank as he held the golden femur.

“… … Almost 800 years.”

Reginald muttered very softly and exhaled loudly.

“Romer. Do you know what sin is?”

“what?”

“Sin is not simply breaking the law. Sometimes it is defined by oneself, not by others. If you do not repent of that kind of sin, you will be bound to it for the rest of your life. It goes beyond even death.”

… … What are you talking about?

Romer tilted his head, saying he didn’t understand.

“Oh, so that’s why I’m the guarantor!”

“I’m going to give you advice, but you won’t listen. It’s late at night, so you should go now. I’ll listen to your complaints tomorrow.”

Reginald, who had given the order to evacuate, went further inside. As the noise died down, he muttered to himself in the silence that filled the room.

“The glory of the corpse that has finally begun to stir is truly gathering the body of the old king, and the golden remains that were lost over time are being gathered again like this… … This is definitely not a good omen.”

Reginald stared at the golden remains.

“Perhaps the day is not far when we will pay for all our sins. Isn’t that so, golden sinner?”

The junk dealer who endlessly collects old relics, the sinner of death, smiled bitterly.