“...Oh, you won’t listen to the prayer for salvation until the end?”
Heinrich, the apprentice priest of the Great Temple who had been waiting outside, tilted his head at the sight of a group of people who had come out in the middle.
“Yes, I’ve seen enough miracles.”
“...”
Heinrich paused when the pink-haired girl spoke with a bright smile.
As soon as he heard the girlish voice, he realized that it was the person who had confessed to him three days ago.
“May true salvation come to you, dear priest!”
“Oh, thank you. May salvation be with you, young believer.”
The girl smiled and walked away.
Heinrich watched the girl's back as she walked away.
“...I had a very disturbing dream last night. It was so painful that I really wanted to tell you.”
She's feeling uneasy because of her dreams.
The believer's voice was young, and Heinrich smiled at the child's pure confession.
"In my dreams, the cult leader transformed into a horrific monster every night. He beat people and hurt them."
“Oh, that’s right.”
But after hearing it... It was indeed a bizarre dream, enough to make the child tremble and go to confession.
"But when morning came, he returned to being the gentle leader he was. So, no one knew he was a monster, and people continued to believe in him and love him."
“I see.”
“But then the priest found out.”
“...Priest? Are you talking about me?”
“Yes. Father Heinrich also appeared in my dream.”
He came to know why the believer had insisted on appointing him as a trainee priest.
"The priest gathered evidence that the cult leader was a monstrous monster and told the people, but no one believed him. Everyone threw stones at him... and the cult leader, enraged, burned him at the stake."
"Ah..."
"I couldn't help but watch it in my dream. I was crying over the deceased priest when an angel descended from heaven. A true angel, completely different from the monstrous cult leader."
“I see.”
“The angel spoke to me, weeping, saying there was something he absolutely had to tell Father Heinrich before he passed away, but he couldn’t.”
“Is there anything he needs to say?”
"Yes."
Suddenly, a small hand holding a note appeared under the curtain in the confessional.
Heinrich took it absentmindedly.
"It was an angel's word. I'm truly sorry for the impertinent dream. I beg your forgiveness."
[Wait for your time.
True salvation cannot be achieved by your own strength.
Don't throw away your poor life.
The day the punisher with a spear comes looking for you,
Let go of the troubles that plague your mind.
Then there will be true salvation.]
Heinrich opened the note he had been carrying in his arms since that day, read it again, and then raised his head.
The girl's shrunken back was fading away like a dot.
Bang-!
Crunch...
Ryan put down a heavy bundle full of rocks.
The owner, who had a strict look on his face, stopped wiping his glasses and opened the package slightly...
"Wait a minute."
Where did you find a piece of paper?
Then he took out a stone, placed it next to the paper, and began to compare and evaluate it carefully.
This is a general store in a certain city that I stopped by on my way home.
Shops affiliated with the Wassenberg Upper can be found everywhere.
So, if you want to sell magic stones, you can go to any place that has the upper emblem of Wassenberg painted on the sign.
“There are 50 of them in total. I’ll buy them for you.”
The general store owner must have been ordered to buy this even if it meant paying a billion if anyone was willing to sell it.
“I’ll buy them for 1 gold each.”
...This is crazy.
Ryan re-tied the bundle and turned around.
“Excuse me? Wait a minute!”
"Why."
"What's not to like? They're useless minerals, but I'll give you a generous one-gold price per piece."
“Whether it’s useful or not, what’s the big deal if the seller doesn’t like the price?”
As Ryan was about to leave again, holding my hand, the owner came around the counter in a hurry.
“...1 gold and 50 silver each.”
“Get out of the way.”
“2 gold...?”
“Ah, get out of the way!”
Anyway, the money for purchasing the magic stone will be billed to the upper level of Wassenberg, so why are they being so stingy?
I sighed and interjected.
"Dad, how can I get more than 50,000 gold for this useless rock? Let's just go."
“What, what? 50,000 gold?”
The owner was surprised, and I said right away.
"Yes. My brother bought these from some conman for 1,000 gold each, for a total of 50,000 gold. Mom got a huge slap on the back. To appease her, Dad and I have to resell them for at least 50,000 gold. Yes, that's it."
“Hold on a second!”
Heinrich, the apprentice priest of the Great Temple who had been waiting outside, tilted his head at the sight of a group of people who had come out in the middle.
“Yes, I’ve seen enough miracles.”
“...”
Heinrich paused when the pink-haired girl spoke with a bright smile.
As soon as he heard the girlish voice, he realized that it was the person who had confessed to him three days ago.
“May true salvation come to you, dear priest!”
“Oh, thank you. May salvation be with you, young believer.”
The girl smiled and walked away.
Heinrich watched the girl's back as she walked away.
***
“...I had a very disturbing dream last night. It was so painful that I really wanted to tell you.”
She's feeling uneasy because of her dreams.
The believer's voice was young, and Heinrich smiled at the child's pure confession.
"In my dreams, the cult leader transformed into a horrific monster every night. He beat people and hurt them."
“Oh, that’s right.”
But after hearing it... It was indeed a bizarre dream, enough to make the child tremble and go to confession.
"But when morning came, he returned to being the gentle leader he was. So, no one knew he was a monster, and people continued to believe in him and love him."
“I see.”
“But then the priest found out.”
“...Priest? Are you talking about me?”
“Yes. Father Heinrich also appeared in my dream.”
He came to know why the believer had insisted on appointing him as a trainee priest.
"The priest gathered evidence that the cult leader was a monstrous monster and told the people, but no one believed him. Everyone threw stones at him... and the cult leader, enraged, burned him at the stake."
"Ah..."
"I couldn't help but watch it in my dream. I was crying over the deceased priest when an angel descended from heaven. A true angel, completely different from the monstrous cult leader."
“I see.”
“The angel spoke to me, weeping, saying there was something he absolutely had to tell Father Heinrich before he passed away, but he couldn’t.”
“Is there anything he needs to say?”
"Yes."
Suddenly, a small hand holding a note appeared under the curtain in the confessional.
Heinrich took it absentmindedly.
"It was an angel's word. I'm truly sorry for the impertinent dream. I beg your forgiveness."
***
[Wait for your time.
True salvation cannot be achieved by your own strength.
Don't throw away your poor life.
The day the punisher with a spear comes looking for you,
Let go of the troubles that plague your mind.
Then there will be true salvation.]
Heinrich opened the note he had been carrying in his arms since that day, read it again, and then raised his head.
The girl's shrunken back was fading away like a dot.
***
Bang-!
Crunch...
Ryan put down a heavy bundle full of rocks.
The owner, who had a strict look on his face, stopped wiping his glasses and opened the package slightly...
"Wait a minute."
Where did you find a piece of paper?
Then he took out a stone, placed it next to the paper, and began to compare and evaluate it carefully.
This is a general store in a certain city that I stopped by on my way home.
Shops affiliated with the Wassenberg Upper can be found everywhere.
So, if you want to sell magic stones, you can go to any place that has the upper emblem of Wassenberg painted on the sign.
“There are 50 of them in total. I’ll buy them for you.”
The general store owner must have been ordered to buy this even if it meant paying a billion if anyone was willing to sell it.
“I’ll buy them for 1 gold each.”
...This is crazy.
Ryan re-tied the bundle and turned around.
“Excuse me? Wait a minute!”
"Why."
"What's not to like? They're useless minerals, but I'll give you a generous one-gold price per piece."
“Whether it’s useful or not, what’s the big deal if the seller doesn’t like the price?”
As Ryan was about to leave again, holding my hand, the owner came around the counter in a hurry.
“...1 gold and 50 silver each.”
“Get out of the way.”
“2 gold...?”
“Ah, get out of the way!”
Anyway, the money for purchasing the magic stone will be billed to the upper level of Wassenberg, so why are they being so stingy?
I sighed and interjected.
"Dad, how can I get more than 50,000 gold for this useless rock? Let's just go."
“What, what? 50,000 gold?”
The owner was surprised, and I said right away.
"Yes. My brother bought these from some conman for 1,000 gold each, for a total of 50,000 gold. Mom got a huge slap on the back. To appease her, Dad and I have to resell them for at least 50,000 gold. Yes, that's it."
“Hold on a second!”
The owner grabbed us and said, acting as if he was sorry.
"That's a pity. I'm not the type to stand by and watch this kind of unfortunate situation unfold. For what it's worth, I'll give you one thousand gold pieces each!"
“Good work.”
Ryan turned again. The owner was shocked.
“No, why!”
“How much of a fool do you have to be to buy something for 1,000 gold each when you were supposed to buy it for 1 gold each just because you felt sorry for the people you just met for the first time today?”
“...”
"I'm pretty good at reading people's impressions, and I'm not the type to be fooled. I'd rather be hit on the back of the head. So the fact that this stone's appraised value has instantly increased a thousandfold means it possesses a value unknown to ordinary people."
The owner was left speechless by his logical reasoning.
“10,000 each.”
“...Are you crazy?”
“20,000.”
“...”
The owner kept his mouth shut. He must have seen a future where the main beam of the store would be torn down if they continued to argue.
“Yes, come here...”
“It should have been like that a long time ago.”
We wrote a purchase confirmation for the magic stones, which were worth 1 to 20,000 gold each, and then received the purchase price in gold bars.
While I was writing the confirmation, the store owner asked me questions that seemed to follow the manual...
"Did your son say she bought it from a conman without knowing it? Where did he meet the conman?"
“Oh, my brother went to Romaier to hear a prayer for salvation or something.”
“There are so many scammers there, aren’t there?”
"I know."
“Did that swindler say he heard from a rich miner down south that he could make money with it?”
The owner nodded roughly and wrote down what we said.
Once the magic stone is purchased, Wassenberg determines its route.
Soon, upon hearing about this baseless purchasing route, they'll be searching desperately for a magic stone mine somewhere in the south, only to find it in vain.
“Heh heh.”
“Hehehe.”
Ryan and I laughed secretly.
Next time, I will find people who will sell magic stones instead and buy them sporadically from all over the country.
I can vividly picture my father's face as he lies down, clutching his head, wondering why the magic stone, which he thought was gone, keeps popping up...
“I feel great!”
"Me too!"
I walked excitedly, holding Ryan's hand as he slung a bundle full of gold bars over his shoulder.
“Did you sell it? How much did you pay for it?”
As soon as we got into the carriage he had been waiting for, Revan asked.
Ryan extended one finger as he loaded the heavy bundle onto the carriage.
“Hey, you’re selling all of that for 10,000? That’s a bit much...”
“1 million!”
“Wow! Really?!”
Ryan sat cross-legged arrogantly and put his arm around my shoulders.
He seems like a rich lord...
When he opened the bundle containing the clinking gold bars, Merchen and Revan were amazed.
"Oh..."
“Hiya!”
Ryan picked up a gold bar, put it to his nose, sniffed it, and cheered.
“My dad’s money smells so good~!!!”
On the way back home, after hitting his father on the back of the head in various ways.
It's thrilling...
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