Chapter 15.

Although Bloody did not learn magic, he had experienced its usefulness and power while working for the empire.

When the Butterfly Tribe, a battle tribe that focused on magic, launched their magic with their entire might, its power was enough to wipe out a village.

Even such a tribe could not freely use magic in Olympus, but to think that someone had defeated a dragon using magic in such an environment... And that person who killed a dragon had left the forest...

If there were a mishap of sorts, it was very possible that the empire could be destroyed. Bloody did not believe that his thoughts were exaggerated.

His nephew was an idiot who ran away from home when it was virtually confirmed that he would be the next chief of the tribe. Even the current chief in his youth was not as strong as his son but was still branded as a dangerous monster by the entire world. And Denburg was now strong enough to be compared with a present-day Doomstone, not a Doomstone in his youth.

Hestia wanted him to find someone who was on the run and then contact her if he found him?

Perhaps it was a good idea to call back the Dragon Tribe from Demons Territory and head there again...

This was what Bloody was thinking.

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Upon entering the town, I encountered a problem. I had no money to spare. To be accurate, I did have money. I had the allowance I had earned from Father and Hestia while working as well as the money Id taken when planning my escape. Whether it was the money I had earned while working for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or the money I had swept into my pocket space before leaving the village, I had plenty of money on hand.

But the problem was that I could not spend any of that money.

My hometown's main source of income was the by-product of demons and monsters, and super rare metals such as Adamantium, Mythril, and Orihalicum. There were also magic catalysts and rare medicinal herbs that grew only in Olympus Forest. Unfortunately, most of these items that my hometown sold were so rare that ordinary people, as well as low-ranking nobles, rarely encountered them. In other words, my village traded with high-currency that ordinary people, those with knighthood and low-ranking nobles would perhaps see once in their lifetime.

Imperial money consisted of eight types of coins in the following order: iron, refined iron, bronze, refined bronze, silver, refined silver, gold, and platinum.

Although it was a bit late, I visited the market and discovered that the main types of coins used by commoners ranged from iron to refined bronze, with iron and refined iron coins being the most common. I could occasionally find items priced with silver coins, but they were mainly expensive items or buildings. It seemed that silver coins were the limit for most commoners, and currencies of higher value were mainly used by the nobility.

My problem was that I only had platinum coins. I did try to convert my platinum coins into change.

I hadnt realized when I had been looking from far away, but it seemed like the size of the market here was almost as large as an entire city. Perhaps this was the reason the guards at the entrance had been wearing such high-quality armor.

In any case, a market of this size definitely had special shops for nobles. I managed to find a jewelry shop after looking around for a while. The shop owner eyed me suspiciously when I entered. My clothes may look dirty right now since I had been running around in it for three days without washing them, but it was actually made of dragon hide from the dragon I had killed when I was twelve.

Adding on the multiple layers of magic I had cast upon it, I was sure that the clothes I was wearing were at the very least more expensive than the sword I had put in my pocket space.

When I showed my ID to the suspicious store owner, his attitude suddenly took a 180-degrees turn. He said, "I am very sorry for not realizing you were the count's son."

It seemed that this ID card was of a higher rank than I had previously assumed. Anyhow, I chose some jewelry and took out my platinum coin.

When he saw the coin, the owner told me with an awkward expression that even if he were to give me all the items in this shop along with the building, it still wouldn't be enough to match the value of my platinum coin.

I thought to myself that he was unexpectedly a nice person since he could have just considered me a sucker and taken my coin. Although I didnt want to be considered a sucker, I decided to give him the coin anyway since I needed some change.

"Then I'll just buy all the jewels in the shop and take all the remaining money you have as change. I don't need the building."

The shop owner trembled, fell to his knees and began to beg me.

"Young Master? Please have mercy. I can't handle that kind of money on my own. Please! I have a wife and children back home."

"I just need some change, that's all"

"I'm terribly sorry. If it is because I ignored you earlier, I apologize and beg for mercy."

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The shop owner started pounding his head on the floor until it started to bleed.

"Please stop. I will just leave."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

He thanked me as if he had just come back from the brink of death. I had no choice but to leave the shop.

I ended up finding myself squatting in the corner of the street next to an inn.

Dammit!

Being home