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Infinite Mage Chapter 190: Nor’s Haven (4)

Chapter 190: Nor’s Haven (4)

Shirone⁠​ threw an Elixir⁠​​ to the merchant‌‍⁠ with the drone.​‌‍

The⁠ merchant, receiving it⁠‌‌ with both hands,⁠ trembled. He was⁠​‍ so moved he‌​ could barely hold⁠‌‍ it properly.

It​‌​ wasn’t a Red,⁠ Green, or Yellow‍​‌ Elixir, but a White Elixir.

Flipping​ his palm, Shirone‍ spoke.

“How⁠ about it? Is⁠⁠​ it settled now?​⁠​ Give Kanya the‌​⁠ item.”

“This⁠‌ won’t do. That​‍ Elixir must also‌ be mine for‌​‌ the deal to‌​ proceed.”
“Then take it‍⁠‍ from him.”

The​ merchant’s eyes twitched,⁠⁠⁠ realizing Shirone’s actions​​​ weren’t mere provocations.‌

Shirone​ turned to the‍‍⁠ merchant fondling the‍​ Elixir and asked.⁠‌‍

“So,‍ what will you⁠ do? Will you‌ give it back?”‌‍‌

“No,​ no! The deal‌‌ cannot be canceled!”​‌

The‍‌​ merchant panicked, waving⁠​ his hands.

Sure,​​ the Mecha Tribe‌⁠ drone was valuable,‍ but only if‌​⁠ it was usable.‌⁠

The​ drone he sold‌⁠​ was practically worth⁠‍‌ only a Yellow‍ Elixir. To exchange​ it for a White Elixir was⁠‍ a once-in-a-lifetime gain.‍‍‌

“So,‌​ what now? Are⁠ we going to‍​ have a fight‍‍ among heretics? Seems‌‍ to be your‍ specialty.”

The‍‍ herbalist’s face hardened.​​‌

This​ was indeed a tricky situation. He⁠‌ could be shameless⁠​​ in customer negotiations,‍ but conflict among⁠ merchants brought no​ benefits. Especially for‍‍ lower community merchants‌⁠‍ who mainly dealt‍ in daily necessities.‌

The‍⁠ herbalist then scrutinized‍⁠ Shirone.

The⁠​‍ way he pressured‌​ like this meant​‍ he was undoubtedly‌​ a Norin, and​ not an easy‌⁠​ one.

Should⁠⁠‌ he accept just​ one Elixir and​​⁠ move on? Trading⁠⁠​ Epinephrine for a White Elixir would‌‌ be a legendary⁠​‌ deal.

But⁠⁠‍ it was a matter of pride.‌‌ He didn’t want⁠‍ to accept that​‌​ things had gone​ the citizen’s way.⁠​‍

“Fine,​‍⁠ I won’t sell.​⁠ So enjoy your⁠ toy. Do you⁠‍ realize you’ve crushed‍ this girl’s hopes?”‌⁠

The‍⁠ merchant had thrown⁠ in the towel.​ He chose the‍⁠ satisfaction of victory⁠⁠‍ over profit.

As‌⁠‍ a merchant, it​​ was a zero-point​​ deal, but he​ didn’t care as⁠‍‌ long as he‌​​ could see the​⁠ citizen despair.

Shirone⁠⁠ knew he had‍​‌ won the game.‌‌

“No,‌‍ you must sell‍​ the potion. Otherwise,⁠ you’re violating the​‌⁠ contract.”

“What?‌⁠⁠ How am I violating any contract?”‍​‍

“You⁠‍ said you would‍ sell the potion⁠ if I brought‍ all my Elixirs.‍⁠ Kanya did that.‌ Suddenly canceling the‍​ deal is a breach of contract.‌ You know what‍‌‌ happens to a merchant who loses⁠ credibility, right?”

It​ wasn’t just knowing;​‌ it was the⁠‌ end. At the‍ very least, he‌⁠ would lose his​⁠ foothold in the‍‍ community.

But‍ he also felt​ a bit wronged.‍‌ Shirone was being​⁠ stubborn.

“Be‍ clear. When I proposed the contract,⁠ you had two​ Elixirs. After the‍⁠ deal was made,‌ you bought the‌​ drone, so I haven’t violated anything.”​

“How⁠⁠‍ do you know‌ when I bought‍​‌ the drone?”

The⁠‌ herbalist’s eyes widened​ in shock. Though⁠​‍ he had lost​​​ his cool, his‌ long experience in‌ trading had given‌⁠‍ him a hunch.⁠​

He‍‍ was at a disadvantage.

“I​‍ already had a contract to buy‍ the drone. I just hadn’t handed‌ over the Elixir⁠⁠ yet. As a merchant, you should‌​ have confirmed that​⁠ before making a deal. If you⁠⁠ doubt it, feel⁠‌ free to check.”‌

The‌​​ herbalist ground his​⁠ teeth. His hunch‍‍⁠ was right.

The‌‌‍ merchant who sold⁠ the drone would‍⁠⁠ back Shirone no‍​​ matter what. Proving⁠​ his contract with‌‍ Shirone meant the​‌ White Elixir’s ownership⁠‍ would transfer.

This⁠‍‌ was a common⁠‍ occurrence on the‌ mainland. He had​‍ no right to​ complain, having exploited​‌‌ monopolies himself.

‘Why⁠‌ am I at‌ a disadvantage? It‌‌‍ should be the​ opposite.’

As‍​⁠ he reviewed the⁠ situation, the herbalist⁠ realized Shirone had​ known the drone’s​‌ lower value.

How⁠⁠​ Shirone figured it⁠‍ out was unclear,​​‍ but without it,​‌‍ the current situation‌‌​ wouldn’t exist.

The‌‍‌ merchant sided with‌⁠​ Shirone because he‌ made several times​‍​ the profit.

He​ let out an‍⁠​ exclamation. Shirone understood​‍‍ human nature’s relationship⁠ with material goods.⁠‍ Even mainland merchants⁠⁠ would find him‌‌‍ formidable.

“So,⁠‌‍ what do you​‌‌ think? We had⁠​⁠ the first contract,​‍‍ right?”

“Of⁠ course, we did.⁠‌ We made a verbal agreement to‌ trade the drone⁠‌‍ for a White​ Elixir before the⁠⁠‌ girl started yelling.”‍

Though‌⁠ unrequested, Shirone confirmed⁠‍ it directly.

Now,⁠ there was no‌ way out. If⁠ he had a deal with another⁠ merchant, it was​​‍ his fault for‍⁠ not checking the⁠​ customer’s limit.

Should‌⁠ he back down?​ One White Elixir‍ was an incredible​‍​ gain, but it‍⁠‍ was a matter‍‍ of pride.

The‍⁠ herbalist played his‌ lowest card as​⁠‍ a merchant.

He‌‌​ went for self-pity.‍⁠​

“My⁠ mother was a citizen of Heaven.‌⁠ But she didn’t​⁠‌ undergo the ritual.‍‌ Do you know‍‌ why?”

When‌⁠‍ no one answered,‌‌ the herbalist continued,​‌‌ tapping his head.⁠

“She‌ went mad. My‍‍ father was murdered‍‍ in Heaven by​‍ a lunatic who‍‌ had a crush‌ on my mother.​‍⁠ Do you know‍ what punishment he⁠‍ got? Forty years‌‍ off his lifespan.⁠ But he still​​ had forty years‍‍ left. My father​⁠ was dead. My‌‌‌ mother cursed that⁠ man all her‍‌‍ life. But the⁠ ritual’s date was⁠ set. Alongside the​‍​ man who killed‍​⁠ my father.”

Kanya’s​​​ eyes shook.

Shirone‍⁠⁠ didn’t grasp the‍​‌ significance, but everyone‍ else was horrified.⁠⁠

“So,‌⁠‍ my mother killed‌ herself. The ritual’s‌‌ target decreased, and⁠‍‌ I had to‌‌ bear the remaining‌​ punishment. That’s why‌‍ I fled Heaven.⁠ So, do you⁠‌​ get it? I hate citizens. They‍⁠ make me sick.⁠ Do you think‌​ I’ll sell the⁠ potion?”

In⁠⁠⁠ short, he was⁠⁠​ ready to blow‍‍ everything up.

Shirone​ snorted.

A truly suicidal person‌​ wouldn’t explain their⁠ reasons. If both⁠ parties would die,‌ the process didn’t​ matter.

What‍ he wanted was⁠ an emotional victory,‍‌ and Shirone wasn’t⁠ going to give⁠⁠‌ it to him.‍​​

“So,‍ will you sell‍ the potion or‌​‍ not?”

“I⁠ won’t. And I won’t give up⁠ the Elixir either.​ Do as you​ please.”

“Then‌ I’ll take it⁠ by force.”

“Do​‍ it. But remember,⁠ using violence means⁠​ you can’t stay‌ in the community.​‍‍ You’ll be a wanderer forever.”

Shirone‍‍ extended his hand.‍⁠ Photon energy condensed⁠ into a vibrating​ white sphere.

The‌ herbalist was terrified.⁠​‌ Such magic was‌​ impossible. Only those‌‍ contracting with the‌‍​ Spirit of Light​⁠ from the community‍ outskirts could do‍‌‍ this.

“Are​‌ you a border‍ person?”

“The‌ Vortex Serpent was​‌​ quite strong. Thanks‌​ to it, I got three White​ Elixirs.”

Shirone⁠‌ remained expressionless.

The⁠‍ herbalist knew that⁠​​ a mage was‍ most ruthless when⁠‍‍ emotionless.

“What⁠⁠ kind of Elixirs‌ might be in⁠‍​ your body?”

Everyone​‌‍ knew the herbalist’s‍⁠⁠ survival depended on‌​⁠ his answer.

The​‍​ herbalist struggled for​​‌ a long time,‌ realizing he couldn’t​ win. Finally, he​‍⁠ raised his hand‌‍​ with a bitter‍⁠ smile.

“None.​ I don’t have‍ any Elixirs in​ me. So spare​‍‍ me.”

Shirone⁠‌‌ fired the Photon⁠ Canon. A beam‍⁠​ of light grazed⁠‌ the herbalist’s nose​‌‍ and hit the⁠​‌ ruins’ pillar.

The‍ pillar exploded with​‍‌ a loud noise.⁠‌

The​​‌ herbalist, now somber,‌​‍ looked at Shirone.​⁠‍

“Don’t‌‍​ laugh. You may​​⁠ be bluffing, but​ I’m serious. I don’t care about​‌‌ the laws or⁠‍ the community. One⁠​‌ more trick, and‍‌‍ I won’t forgive‍ you.”

“Okay,​‍‍ okay. Calm down.”​

The⁠⁠‍ herbalist realized the​ seriousness of the‌‍​ situation.

Shirone​‍‌ had shown maximum‌⁠ hostility without using​​ violence. Like a swordsman drawing his‌ blade or a beast baring its⁠ fangs, there would‍ be no further‌ leniency.

Understanding​​ this, the herbalist​​ threw Epinephrine to‌ Kanya.

“There,‍ satisfied? The deal⁠ is done.”

“One‍⁠⁠ more thing. Apologize‌​ to Kanya.”

“Why‌ should I? You⁠ have no right‌​‌ to interfere with⁠​‌ my personal feelings.”‌⁠‍

“But‌⁠‍ you’ve been through​‌‍ pain, too, right?”⁠‍‍

“What​ does that have‌ to do with‌‍ an apology?”

“I’m​⁠ not asking for​‌‍ a meaningless apology.‌ Words without sincerity‍ are worthless. But‍‍ didn’t you want​‌ someone to understand‌‍ your past wounds?”​⁠

Is​⁠‍ that so? Have‍ I still not‌⁠ escaped?

The‍‌​ herbalist glanced at‌⁠ Kanya’s sorrowful face.⁠‌ She said her‍​ mother was awaiting‌​ the ritual.

His⁠‌ mother had lost⁠‍ her mind back‌‍ then. She screamed⁠ and self-harmed daily.​‍ The terror she​‍ felt was even⁠⁠ more intense for‌‍ him as a child.

“Tch,⁠​‍ who says I know how to​​ apologize?”

Snorting,‍ the herbalist packed​​‌ up his stall.⁠ He tossed a purple potion to⁠‍​ Kanya as he⁠‌ stood up.

“It’s‍⁠ called Corfin. It‍‍⁠ strengthens the nervous⁠​ system. Consider it​‌​ a service since​ I made a good haul. Using‍ it with Epinephrine⁠ might help. Though⁠ it’ll be futile.”‍

Walking‍‌⁠ towards the tent‍‌​ village, the herbalist⁠​‌ glanced back at⁠ Shirone.

“And‌⁠ kid, everything I said was a lie. Beating me‌​ is impressive, but⁠‍ if you can’t⁠⁠ spot that, you’ll⁠‌⁠ get crushed on‍‌ the mainland.”

Arin‌‍ communicated through the​ mental channel.

-Shirone,‍⁠ should I check‌‍ if it was⁠‌ a lie?

-No,⁠ it’s fine.

Shirone‌ watched the herbalist’s‌​ retreating figure with‌⁠‌ a hint of‌​‍ sadness.

Nor’s‍ Haven.

A place where wanderers‌ of Purgatory rested.​​‌

Perhaps​​ what they left​⁠​ behind here were​ not their weary‍⁠⁠ bodies but the‍‌ scars in their⁠‌​ hearts.

The‍‌‌ eventful shopping concluded.‌‍

Shirone‌⁠​ comforted Kanya, who​ couldn’t hold back⁠‍ her tears. Beside‍ them, Rena pouted,⁠ watching over them.​‌⁠

Amy’s​ group, excluding Shirone,‌‍ began a discussion.⁠⁠

The​ items bought with‍ the three White⁠ Elixirs were the‍​ Fire Spirit, the⁠‍‍ drone, and Epinephrine.‌

Even⁠ though it was‌ the best outcome​⁠​ for the situation,⁠‍⁠ it was hard⁠‍​ not to feel​‌⁠ like they had‍‌​ lost out. Tess,​ in particular, couldn’t​​ hide her guilt.‌‌

“I⁠‍ know I was‌⁠ the one who​‌​ asked for it,‍​⁠ but are we‌ sure about this?​

There‌ were items that​ could have been‌ more useful in​‍‌ battle. And Epinephrine​ was outrageously overpriced.”‍‍‌

“What’s⁠​⁠ the big deal?​​ We can hunt‍​ for more if⁠​ needed. No point​‌ worrying about the​​ past.”

“Rian’s‍ right. And monetary‌ loss isn’t the‍‌ only loss. Shirone​⁠​ used the Elixirs​⁠‌ most efficiently, and‌⁠⁠ that’s what matters.”​

Comforted‌⁠ by Amy, Tess‌ pouted.

“What⁠​⁠ good is efficiency​​ when the situation​⁠ was a mess?‌⁠ I support Shirone’s‌ choices, but if​ the herbalist hadn’t‌ pulled his tricks,​ we could have⁠‌ gotten the drone​ for half the⁠​ price.”

Canis​​‍ smirked.

“Amy⁠‍ didn’t mean it‌ like that. Shirone⁠​​ didn’t lose out⁠‌​ at all. He‍ bought something that‍⁠‌ couldn’t be obtained,‌‌⁠ even for all‌ the White Elixirs.”‌​

“What?‌‌⁠ Was the Fire‍ Spirit that valuable?”​

“No.​ The most valuable‍‍ was Epinephrine.”

Tess​‍ thought Canis was⁠⁠⁠ joking.

Even‍⁠‌ the thought of​‍‍ buying something that‌‌‌ could be bought⁠ with Red Elixirs​ for a White​‌⁠ Elixir was infuriating.‍​⁠

Rian⁠‍ asked in confusion.‌

“Why‍⁠⁠ was Epinephrine the‌‍ most valuable? It’s⁠ a common potion.”​

“True,‌‍ but today its‍​ price was beyond​​ imagination. Most importantly,‍⁠​ its owners are​⁠‌ Kanya and Rena,‌⁠ citizens of Heaven.”​​

“Oh…”‌

“See?⁠ It wasn’t about⁠‌ Epinephrine. Shirone bought‍ a ticket to‌‍​ Heaven for a White Elixir.”

Indeed.‌

Thinking​⁠‍ back, it was‌​ a far-fetched idea⁠ to find a way into Heaven.‍‍ But now they⁠​‍ had a foothold.‌ With Kanya’s help,‌​ they could enter⁠ Heaven.

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