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Chapter 136

After solving that small disaster with the farm creation, I finally arrived at the capitol and prepared for my search.

The plan was simple. Take a human appearance and talk to the locals about the newest gossip and events in the capitol. For that plan, I could not simply use the first rank of my disguising skill. That rank had clothes from my world. How do I explain what denim fabric is when most people wore wool pants?

The second rank was necessary. This was preferential as rank one had also my trusted glasses, something that had become a pure esthetic object thanks to my system…

First, I needed some regular clothing, which turned out to be a wishful thing on my part. Most people wore dirty clothes and second-hand wear that was comparable with rags. Without stealing, I would not get any of those.

I was not against stealing from those people, but during the day, the kept the laundry hanging high above the ground, where I could not reach them without causing some unwanted commotion, and during the night, they carried the clothes back inside their homes.

Such clothing was also not in my crafting abilities, so I had to improvise. Brown shirt and some unimpressive leder armor over the rest of the body. I even got myself some simple short sword with a scabbard attached to my belt.

After choosing my disguise carefully, I rolled in the dirt a few times to get my equipment a bit dirty. I even jumped into a river just to make it a bit more credible. I had to do such a thing during the night as during the day there were too many eyes looking around.

I waited inside my dungeon for the next day. I have to admit that jumping into the river wasn’t the best choice as the water didn’t smell too good. While I was drying, my girls complained a lot, so I was forced to isolate myself a bit because of it.

Once dry and the sun out, I set my plan into motion.

I came out of the dungeon with two big boxes of fruits. It was mostly apples as those fruits were easier to sell.

I went to the market and tried to sell the boxes to a farmer. The poor guy was so confused that I had to apologize to him. He was right to be confused. Why would anyone sell fruits to a producer who wanted to sell fruits themselves? That doesn’t make any sense.

So I looked around, asked for the price of similar fruits, and decided to simply put my boxes next to me and sell them to individual costumers.

My apples were bigger and looked better than most other fruits on the market, so I had quite a few housewives come to me and buy a few of them. The selling of the fruits went especially well after some child asked their mother for one and was overjoyed by the taste.

During that time, I talked a bit with the people around me and asked for the newest events of the city.

Unfortunately, that ended in a dead-end because the newest hero had not been announced to the public.

After selling the last of my fruits, I went away. I carefully placed the two empty wooden boxes in my inventory only after being covered from curious eyes.

My next goal was the guild of adventurers. From what I knew, the guild of hunters and the guild of adventurers were the only two guilds that dealt with monsters and had the backing of the royal family. This gave them special privileges and prestige, but for me, they were a possible source of information.

Both guilds shared one building, and when I entered, I noticed something strange. It was mostly empty, and the staff of that building seemed bored or depressed, or something along those lines. I was a bit surprised, but after some talking, I found out that my actions actually caused a collapse of the job market for those two guilds.

Hunters went and destroyed monsters that threatened the merchants on the road, and adventurers entered dungeons to collect treasures from the treasure chests inside those dungeons. Apparently, my actions had decimated the monsters in the wild while the dungeons appeared empty for the adventurers. Or almost. They found all the junk I had tossed out whenever I restarted a dungeon and filled it up with my trash.

I was a bit sorry, but not enough to express it openly to them.

I snooped around with the intention of losing some tongues with alcohol, but all I found was some bored staff. Even these people didn’t know anything about the new hero, so I let it go.

Noticing that this was also a dead-end, I had no other choice than to go for broke, only to realize that my next step was doomed to fail before it even started.

I had the idea of faking an important message for Morrigan, but that would also fail as I had nothing that could prove my identity or that such message even existed. I had no idea what Nobles did when sending messages to other people. I thought about parchment with nobles wax seal, but that happened in my world, where magic didn’t exist.

I was cooked.

Other than violence, I didn’t see any way I could reach Melissa in a rapid manner. And I didn’t want her to see me as a villain, so that was also not a good idea.

I simply didn’t have the time to work my way up the military ladder to get access to restricted information. And yes, it had to be the military way because I sucked at magic, like always.

It was at that moment that an idea came to me. I could force her to come into contact with me while looking like the good guy, even if I used violence to get her to do it.

The scepter of heroes!

I was certain they had a new one somewhere in the mages tower. If I attacked the tower and stole the scepter, then Morrigan would be forced to come into contact with me, and therefore, Melissa.

The problem was the fact that I could not transport to with my dungeon teleport, so I would have to breach the building and take it out while mages, soldiers and half of the city would try to stop me.

It was a way to get their attention, and with it the attention of everyone, but I had no other choice.

First step, locate the scepter. The easiest way was again to lose my physical body and roam the building as a ghost.

I wasn’t thrilled by that idea because it would mean I would have to grab another hornet and let it stab me a few hundred times again. I had had such a great time the first time it happened, so let’s do it a second time, with a smile.

It took only a short moment to find it, but I did. And with that started the great plan to break in, take it, and run away.

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Op note: I only wanted to say that I will possibly only post the next chapter after the new year arrives. Maybe posting a one-shot. Want to enjoy the following days with my family and have a mental rest.

Happy holidays, everyone.