When Tyler awoke in the morning, he felt a little different, he thought for a moment, but did not find out what it was.
Tyler looked out the window and watched those people coming and going taking care of their own lives.
How long would it take for this society to evolve into equality with the land?
Would they make the same mistakes we made?
The wars, the hunger, the inequality, the prejudice, intolerance, etc.
While he had philosophical reflection, Tyler thought of his own life, he was in his opinion a worthless without a family. It was also true that he had more than a dozen colleges and more than a hundred other courses, yet when he died who would remember him? Who would care or cry for him? Or simply who could receive the least knowledge he could offer?
Another question came up small, but it soon became unsettling in his mind. What would happen if he took the reins of this world?
The question was quite simple, though the answer was impossible to say. With a long sigh Tyler accepted this idea, the useless and unassuming man will rule this world!
Tyler sat down and began to formulate a plan, he needed to know if he was stuck in this world or whether he could go back or come and go whenever he wanted. He was certain of what he could do with all his accumulated knowledge, the story and his years of life had shown that knowledge is indeed the most powerful weapon in the world.
He wanted to go immediately back to the mountain, but had made a deal with that seller so he could only leave tomorrow, he left his room and went to the guild mural.
There were some interesting requests, picking medicinal herbs, doing handiwork, hunting some specific beasts, or ridding certain cities of monsters. The cheaper ones had the value of a few coppers, while others were worth thousands of gold.
Tyler saw a potential mission, the ad said that a town about 60 km (he did not know how, but when he read that distance felt that would be equivalent to 60 km) a family of trolls was attacking everything and even the real soldiers were not capable of killing them. The reward would be five thousand gold coins plus a title of nobility.
Tyler had much experience in handling chemicals in very small parts and over the years gained a certain ability to guess the weight of small objects, he estimated that a gold coin weighed around five grams, a gram of gold 24k worth in forty dollars, a coin would be worth two hundred dollars, and the five thousand would be worth one million dollars.
A million ... That was too tempting.
Tyler never hunted anything bigger than a deer, that beast he had killed by chance was his greatest feat. When he returned from the war he began practicing long distance shots and other tactical courses, at home he had a Barrett m82 A1 precision rifle that is a 50 caliber monster, his bullet hits a target with the force of two hundred and thirty-three kilograms , but there were special ammunitions sold that would amount to one thousand and two hundred kilograms of force at the time of the impact, if that were not capable of killing a troll Tyler had no idea what he would be capable of.
To get to know his adversary better, he bought his own book for adventurers, it was like an encyclopedia where he talked about various types of creature, his habits and how to defeat them.
He was a little astonished to realize that the descriptions were very much in keeping with the legends of Norwegian folklore. Well, there are three types of trolls, those of the forests, the trolls, and the marshes.
The forest trolls are the tallest, measuring two to six feet tall, may have more than one head as they grow older, their skin has a greenish tint and may have mosses attached to it.
Those of the mountains have a much more aggressive temperament, live in caves and have their skin in a grayish tone, are relatively lower than those of the forests.
The swamps live in flooded regions, are considerably rarer, have a purplish skin and are covered by algae, their height is lower of all, yet their brute force is more explosive besides being good swimmers.
From the description of the mission and the information in the book, Tyler imagined that it was mountain trolls, he was certain that he could easily wipe out that group if he was protected in an elevated area some five hundred yards away.
The next morning Tyler went to meet Noeru the hunter whose son's life had been saved by him, when they separated he had told her that he lived outside the city walls near the east gate. It was not difficult to find him, Noeru was quite happy to receive it.
Gratitude was obvious in the man's eyes. "I want to do a mission and I need a guide, do you want to accompany me? "
"Yes, of course, what mission? "He was excited about the opportunity to return the favor.
"The trolls mission! "
The atmosphere of the room was silent to the point of hearing a pin falling on the floor, the hunter felt his back wet with sweat ...
"Great master ... I know that you are a great alchemist, but that mission is by no means easy. "
"I am aware of the facts, but I would like to hear a little about what has already happened."
"It's been about five years since this mission stands, they say that these trolls came from the dwarven lands, at first until the royal army tried to defeat them, a thousand men were sent and only a handful returned, our king is already old and no longer has any son, he thought it best to leave that area, they say that if someone defeats that pack may even be the future heir, in those years some of the most courageous adventurers tried, nevertheless nobody came back! "
"I have a way to beat them, you can trust me, I just need someone who knows the region well, if you can not go, please tell me someone."
"Lord, to be honest I know this place well, my wife was born in that region and I lived there for a few years."
The man hesitated a little, he did not want to give a rude, but well ... he was right! An old man had just arrived proposing to take him to probably certain death!
"Do not worry, my plan is basically to set a trap, if all goes well we'll be at a safe distance."
"Lord, I do not want to be disrespectful, but many more people than I can tell have ever had similar ideas!"
"I kind of understand your fear ..." Tyler said with a sigh. "Looking at an old man like me would you say I'm capable of killing a beast like the one that attacked your son?" Tyler asked, touching that man's weak spot.
"No ..." the poor hunter could not deny, he himself did not believe that that old man had killed a beast as big as that.
Tyler did not want to dwell too much on this point, he knew that showing was better than talking. "How about doing the following, I'll talk to Mr. Shu and after two days I'll meet you here, may I?"
The poor man shook his head in agreement, what could he do? He owed a debt of gratitude to that old man, and he would definitely find a way to repay the favor.
Shortly after Tyler returned to the trade guild, when he entered the shop Mr. Shu was euphoric pacing back and forth.
"Great master was waiting for you, come sit down and have some tea!"
Tyler sat down and drank a little, that tea he had to admit was very good indeed, in addition to the superior quality he could feel a certain refreshment and a sense of energy piling up at the base of his stomach.
"This tea is really good!" Tyler lauded.
"AHH ... how nice that he liked it, it's made of lilies over two hundred years old, it was bought by overseas merchants on the elves!" Mr. Shu said proudly.
"I do not think that's cheap!" Tyler sighed.
"Now do not take these silly things into consideration!"
"So what are we going to do business with?" Tyler went straight to the point, for he could not bear to see the agony of the man swinging his leg.
"If the great master insists!" The man thanked him inwardly. "I must warn you that my superiors in the trade guild have been truly dazzled by all your products and proposals, are willing to make the purchase with you, we should just close the prices."
"Great, I'm glad the news."
"Our first item may be that special penalty you have!"
"The correct name is a pen, how many coins are you willing to pay for it?"
"We are willing to pay ten gold coins and we want one hundred units."
Tyler was surprised by the high value! In his quick accounts only this pen here would be worth something around four hundred dollars !!!Tyler was already profiting, but as a good economist he knew the equilibrium price of things, he thought it best to sell far more products at a lower price than a few at a higher value.
"I have another proposal, shall I say?"
The man instantly froze, he knew that even that value being high because of the rarity of the item this gentleman could raise the price.
"Of course ..." he stammered.
"I do for the value of only two coins, as long as they buy me at least a thousand units at a time!"
The manager was stunned for a few seconds and then relaxed, his mind of seller had quickly made the bills and although he was paying more with that amount, he could profit a lot!
"It will not be that simple, though I'll take it." He tried to sound as if he was losing. (seller's custom!)
"What about the fabric?"
"Will you bring the dress ready or the piece of cloth?"
"Which do you prefer?"
"We found the cut and shape very beautiful and unique, we wanted many of them! We paid five gold coins for each. "
"I agree with the price, but the minimum order must be a thousand pieces!" This time Tyler did not haggle with the value because he thought that the blouse should be worth that value, because as you saw on the order wall, some skins of magic animals they could be used to make clothes and armor and transferred their attributes to clothing, Tyler's fabrics, though fine and beautiful, had no magical power.
"No problem for me." The seller agreed.
"The scent remains the same as we had earlier, have not we?"
"Yes." He nodded.
"I only have one more request!"
"And what is it, my lord?"
"I want to receive everything in silver!"
Tyler was not crazy and not even a silver junkie, he was using only the laws of this world!For some reason the exchange rate here claimed that a gold coin was worth a hundred silver coins, all the way on earth was not so.
Look, a coin weighs about 3.5 grams, 3.5 grams of gold are worth about one hundred and forty dollars depending on the quotation of the day and 3.5 grams of silver is worth $ 5.70. Did you see the difference between being rich and richer yet?
Just to be equal, the silver had to be worth $ 1.40, a hundred times less. So Tyler was going to win much more!
"Of course, no problem!" The man thought it strange, but he dared not ask any questions, after all, every powerful person is like that, full of eccentricities.
Tyler said good-bye and headed for the mountain!