'It looks like this foundation business will be a huge hit from the first customer.'
Judging by the elaborate cutting, it was definitely top-quality. It was a heart-poundingly good item, but Wolfgang pretended to have handled such items dozens of times before and blushed.
“It seems like you need some quick cash since it’s the first day of the nation’s founding? Miss, did you come here to leave this as collateral? Or did you come here to sell it?”
She must have snuck out her parents' treasure for today's outing.
“I want to sell it. How much can you give me?”
“Let’s see. Hmm... The carat is big, but the workmanship is disappointing. Tsk, these are common. Even if we estimate generously, it would be around 20 atasha each.”
He clicked his tongue and spoke generously, even though he had quoted a price that was less than 1/100th of the original price.
“How about 70 Atasha? Since you're young, I’ll give you a generous amount.”
At that moment, the jewel suddenly disappeared from his hand.
"Oh?"
The customer snatched it away with her nimble hands, like a pickpocket.
“What kind of manners is this? Taking it like this while I’m feeling emotional!”
“Shut your mouth. You shameless merchant.”
The woman covered his mouth with a cold voice.
'Damn, I took it easy because you were young.'
Wolfgang whetted his appetite and called out a reasonable price.
“Yes, how about 800 Atasha?”
“...”
“Then 900? Honestly, it’s not like it’s 1000, right?”
“10,000 Atasha.”
Wolfgang screamed at the outrageous amount of money coming out of the woman's mouth.
“10,000?! You have to call a reasonable amount!”
“Wolfgang, you are truly a failure as a pawnbroker. Your eyesight is so poor that you can’t even tell the difference between the items of the Imperial Palace craftsman.”
Palace craftsman? Wolfgang's face paled at those words. Isn't this a rare item that the pawnbroker might only touch once in his life?
Just one try is enough to raise the pawn shop's reputation.
“Wolfgang, you seem to be much more suited to being a problem solver. No, should I call you Goetz?”
Goetz. Wolfgang's face turned pale as the woman spat out a name that would never be called again. He took out the pistol hidden under the stall and aimed it at Odette.
“How do you know that name? Who gave you this order?”
Despite the threat of a loaded gun pointed at her head, Odette smiled and took off the hood attached to her cloak.
He seemed completely oblivious to his harsh attitude as he once lived in the underworld.
Soon, the most beautiful face in the empire was revealed beneath the hat. It was the daughter of Count Albrecht. Wolfgang swallowed dryly as he recognized her identity.
“Miss...Albrecht.”
“Nice to meet you, Goetz.”
It was the complete opposite of the rumors going around. Far from being vulgar and violent, she was even orphaned in front of a gun.
Among the nobles who grew up like greenhouse plants, was there any noble who could withstand the pressure of a thug so well? But the fear Wolfgang felt was not only due to her boldness.
“Could it be... that guy Ulrich found me?”
Ulrich was the name of Count Albrecht, the name to which the troubleshooter Goetz had once been loyal.
Goetz was a troubleshooter who had been handling the Count's dirty work for generations.
However, Goetz, disappointed by Ulrich's scoundrel-like appearance, could not tolerate his evil deeds any longer and 15 years ago, he pretended to be dead and escaped from the Count's household.
After that, he changed his identity and lived as Wolfgang, the owner of a pawn shop.
“I’m sorry I scared you. My father, Ulrich, doesn’t even know you’re alive. He won’t know ever again. I swear.”
Goetz doesn't remember, but in her past life, he came to Odette first.
He doesn't want to get involved in the Count's business again, but he can at least help change Odette's status.
'Thanks to that, I was able to dodge the Transcendent for two years.'
Of course, it wasn't because Goetz's information network was superior to Sion's.
A person with outstanding intuition and skills, but already considered dead. This was because he was able to handle information, but was not caught in any information network.
“The troubleshooter, Goetz, is already dead. I don’t want to have even the slightest connection with that damn Ulrich! If you don’t want a hole in your head, get out now.”
Goetz was busy grinding his teeth.
“Goetz, that’s why I came to see you.”
“What?”
“You don’t hate Albrecht, you just hate Ulrich?”
“I don’t hate Ulrich, I don’t hate all of Albrecht. I can’t just let you die like this.”
Following Wolfgang's words from her previous life, Odette snatched the pistol from Wolfgang's hand.
“It’s a bit crude, but it’s definitely practical. You use a pistol like that.”
Wolfgang blinked with a blank expression. The Wolfgang she had met in her past life seemed to be secretly missing the Count.
A troubleshooter who works in the shadows is not even given the status of a vassal. It is something that cannot be done without loyalty and pride in the master's family.
Moreover, Goetz was a very good problem solver, to the point that it could be considered a calling. He grew up watching his father, who was Albrecht's problem solver. How could he not miss those days?
Some people consider rolling around in the mud to make their master noble as the romance of their lives.
“Can you help me find a good-looking dealer? I’m thinking of ruining my father’s <Ulrich Casino> in the capital city.”
“What nonsense are you talking about when you suddenly came here? How can I trust you, young lady-”
“Just being handsome won’t do. Hire a dealer who is definitely handsome.”
“Can’t you hear me, Miss?”
“Ah, you can take that 10,000 Atasha just now. It’s a deposit. Unlike my father, I can buy the loyalty of a problem solver with money.”
Odette smiled as she expertly engaged the safety catch on the loaded gun.
Goetz let out a hollow laugh and looked at her with a speechless expression.
“Why are you so shameless, young lady?”
But even as he pressed on absurdly, Goetz's eyes were slightly shaking.
Odette realized that the shaking was caused by longing.
Thanks to that, she was able to be confident.
That she could quickly earn his loyalty.
Due to the tumultuous atmosphere of the founding of the country, a hired carriage was barely caught after asking for four times the price.
Inside, Odette stared out the noisy window, lost in thought.
When Goetz heard of Odette's plan, he bluntly offered to rescue the dealer.
“It would be a problem if I took this as my acceptance of your proposal! I am only in favor of tearing down that damn casino!”
He kept yelling at her to take the money since he had no intention of becoming Odette's problem solver. But she came out anyway, hugging him and giving him 10,000 Atasha.
Because Goetz has a habit of grumbling when he has to help.
'Now that I've got Goetz, preparations for revenge are going well.'
The problem was that lowering the male lead's disgust level seemed to be more difficult than expected.
'I can tell just by looking at John's disgust.'
Currently, the most favorable person for her, John, has a hate level of 70. If she hadn't prevented the <Crown Prince's Reckless Incident>, it would have reached 100 long ago.
'Even if there are only 20,000 disgust levels left, it will easily surpass 100 as soon as Charlotte appears.'
Given that, she can't just focus on lowering disgust levels.
'I need to prepare for when things don't go well. I need to prepare a plan B.'
If Odette had to run away from the men, she had to prepare herself. She had to prepare herself to run away much better than she did in her last life.
Odette's mood was subdued, but outside the window, the atmosphere was abuzz with drink and song.
Generation of miracles.
The imperial citizens, who were very drunk, occasionally called out the names of the S-class Transcendent beings as if they were heroes.
Because they prevented the disaster, the capital became safe, and so they could enjoy this founding day.
'It's difficult. It's the center of the capital, but I didn't know it would be this noisy already.'
If the square, which is always neat and calm, is bustling with passion, how much more noisy must other places be?
Her destination, of all places, was the worst slum, a place where violence abounds even when the mood is calm.
When bloodshed and noise are added to such a place, it is bound to lead to an accident or incident in no time.
The carriage reached its destination.
As expected, drunkards are already fighting and making noise at the entrance to the slum.
Odette put her hand to her forehead with a faint hint of annoyance on her face.
“If I'm unlucky, I might meet the King of the afterlife.”
She really wants to avoid meeting the male lead for no reason.
Especially if one of them is the slum manager, Viktor Koenig.
Judging by the elaborate cutting, it was definitely top-quality. It was a heart-poundingly good item, but Wolfgang pretended to have handled such items dozens of times before and blushed.
“It seems like you need some quick cash since it’s the first day of the nation’s founding? Miss, did you come here to leave this as collateral? Or did you come here to sell it?”
She must have snuck out her parents' treasure for today's outing.
“I want to sell it. How much can you give me?”
“Let’s see. Hmm... The carat is big, but the workmanship is disappointing. Tsk, these are common. Even if we estimate generously, it would be around 20 atasha each.”
He clicked his tongue and spoke generously, even though he had quoted a price that was less than 1/100th of the original price.
“How about 70 Atasha? Since you're young, I’ll give you a generous amount.”
At that moment, the jewel suddenly disappeared from his hand.
"Oh?"
The customer snatched it away with her nimble hands, like a pickpocket.
“What kind of manners is this? Taking it like this while I’m feeling emotional!”
“Shut your mouth. You shameless merchant.”
The woman covered his mouth with a cold voice.
'Damn, I took it easy because you were young.'
Wolfgang whetted his appetite and called out a reasonable price.
“Yes, how about 800 Atasha?”
“...”
“Then 900? Honestly, it’s not like it’s 1000, right?”
“10,000 Atasha.”
Wolfgang screamed at the outrageous amount of money coming out of the woman's mouth.
“10,000?! You have to call a reasonable amount!”
“Wolfgang, you are truly a failure as a pawnbroker. Your eyesight is so poor that you can’t even tell the difference between the items of the Imperial Palace craftsman.”
Palace craftsman? Wolfgang's face paled at those words. Isn't this a rare item that the pawnbroker might only touch once in his life?
Just one try is enough to raise the pawn shop's reputation.
“Wolfgang, you seem to be much more suited to being a problem solver. No, should I call you Goetz?”
Goetz. Wolfgang's face turned pale as the woman spat out a name that would never be called again. He took out the pistol hidden under the stall and aimed it at Odette.
“How do you know that name? Who gave you this order?”
Despite the threat of a loaded gun pointed at her head, Odette smiled and took off the hood attached to her cloak.
He seemed completely oblivious to his harsh attitude as he once lived in the underworld.
Soon, the most beautiful face in the empire was revealed beneath the hat. It was the daughter of Count Albrecht. Wolfgang swallowed dryly as he recognized her identity.
“Miss...Albrecht.”
“Nice to meet you, Goetz.”
It was the complete opposite of the rumors going around. Far from being vulgar and violent, she was even orphaned in front of a gun.
Among the nobles who grew up like greenhouse plants, was there any noble who could withstand the pressure of a thug so well? But the fear Wolfgang felt was not only due to her boldness.
“Could it be... that guy Ulrich found me?”
Ulrich was the name of Count Albrecht, the name to which the troubleshooter Goetz had once been loyal.
Goetz was a troubleshooter who had been handling the Count's dirty work for generations.
However, Goetz, disappointed by Ulrich's scoundrel-like appearance, could not tolerate his evil deeds any longer and 15 years ago, he pretended to be dead and escaped from the Count's household.
After that, he changed his identity and lived as Wolfgang, the owner of a pawn shop.
“I’m sorry I scared you. My father, Ulrich, doesn’t even know you’re alive. He won’t know ever again. I swear.”
Goetz doesn't remember, but in her past life, he came to Odette first.
He doesn't want to get involved in the Count's business again, but he can at least help change Odette's status.
'Thanks to that, I was able to dodge the Transcendent for two years.'
Of course, it wasn't because Goetz's information network was superior to Sion's.
A person with outstanding intuition and skills, but already considered dead. This was because he was able to handle information, but was not caught in any information network.
“The troubleshooter, Goetz, is already dead. I don’t want to have even the slightest connection with that damn Ulrich! If you don’t want a hole in your head, get out now.”
Goetz was busy grinding his teeth.
“Goetz, that’s why I came to see you.”
“What?”
“You don’t hate Albrecht, you just hate Ulrich?”
“I don’t hate Ulrich, I don’t hate all of Albrecht. I can’t just let you die like this.”
Following Wolfgang's words from her previous life, Odette snatched the pistol from Wolfgang's hand.
“It’s a bit crude, but it’s definitely practical. You use a pistol like that.”
Wolfgang blinked with a blank expression. The Wolfgang she had met in her past life seemed to be secretly missing the Count.
A troubleshooter who works in the shadows is not even given the status of a vassal. It is something that cannot be done without loyalty and pride in the master's family.
Moreover, Goetz was a very good problem solver, to the point that it could be considered a calling. He grew up watching his father, who was Albrecht's problem solver. How could he not miss those days?
Some people consider rolling around in the mud to make their master noble as the romance of their lives.
“Can you help me find a good-looking dealer? I’m thinking of ruining my father’s <Ulrich Casino> in the capital city.”
“What nonsense are you talking about when you suddenly came here? How can I trust you, young lady-”
“Just being handsome won’t do. Hire a dealer who is definitely handsome.”
“Can’t you hear me, Miss?”
“Ah, you can take that 10,000 Atasha just now. It’s a deposit. Unlike my father, I can buy the loyalty of a problem solver with money.”
Odette smiled as she expertly engaged the safety catch on the loaded gun.
Goetz let out a hollow laugh and looked at her with a speechless expression.
“Why are you so shameless, young lady?”
But even as he pressed on absurdly, Goetz's eyes were slightly shaking.
Odette realized that the shaking was caused by longing.
Thanks to that, she was able to be confident.
That she could quickly earn his loyalty.
***
Due to the tumultuous atmosphere of the founding of the country, a hired carriage was barely caught after asking for four times the price.
Inside, Odette stared out the noisy window, lost in thought.
When Goetz heard of Odette's plan, he bluntly offered to rescue the dealer.
“It would be a problem if I took this as my acceptance of your proposal! I am only in favor of tearing down that damn casino!”
He kept yelling at her to take the money since he had no intention of becoming Odette's problem solver. But she came out anyway, hugging him and giving him 10,000 Atasha.
Because Goetz has a habit of grumbling when he has to help.
'Now that I've got Goetz, preparations for revenge are going well.'
The problem was that lowering the male lead's disgust level seemed to be more difficult than expected.
'I can tell just by looking at John's disgust.'
Currently, the most favorable person for her, John, has a hate level of 70. If she hadn't prevented the <Crown Prince's Reckless Incident>, it would have reached 100 long ago.
'Even if there are only 20,000 disgust levels left, it will easily surpass 100 as soon as Charlotte appears.'
Given that, she can't just focus on lowering disgust levels.
'I need to prepare for when things don't go well. I need to prepare a plan B.'
If Odette had to run away from the men, she had to prepare herself. She had to prepare herself to run away much better than she did in her last life.
Odette's mood was subdued, but outside the window, the atmosphere was abuzz with drink and song.
Generation of miracles.
The imperial citizens, who were very drunk, occasionally called out the names of the S-class Transcendent beings as if they were heroes.
Because they prevented the disaster, the capital became safe, and so they could enjoy this founding day.
'It's difficult. It's the center of the capital, but I didn't know it would be this noisy already.'
If the square, which is always neat and calm, is bustling with passion, how much more noisy must other places be?
Her destination, of all places, was the worst slum, a place where violence abounds even when the mood is calm.
When bloodshed and noise are added to such a place, it is bound to lead to an accident or incident in no time.
The carriage reached its destination.
As expected, drunkards are already fighting and making noise at the entrance to the slum.
Odette put her hand to her forehead with a faint hint of annoyance on her face.
“If I'm unlucky, I might meet the King of the afterlife.”
She really wants to avoid meeting the male lead for no reason.
Especially if one of them is the slum manager, Viktor Koenig.
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