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Chapter 36 - Chapter 36: Izzy: "A moment of silence for the Saintess of battlefield ~"

Chapter 36: Izzy: "A moment of silence for the Saintess of battlefield ~"

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When the man heard that Izzy was here to sell rare "dropped items," he did not immediately verify whether Izzy truly belonged to the [Loki Familia]. Instead, Izzy was led to a small house located near the stone workshop.

Unlike the workshop, which had an environment that could only be described as less than inviting, this small house appeared much cleaner and more organized. It seemed to be a place specifically designed for hosting guests.

"Well, sir, could you tell me what kind of dropped items you're looking to sell? And how many are there?"

Once inside, the man wiped his face and hands with a towel hanging on the wall. His tone carried a hint of seriousness. For a forging familia like theirs, purchasing dropped items was no trivial matter.

Dropped items were essential raw materials for forging weapons, and there was no room for carelessness. It was akin to a farmer meticulously selecting the best-quality seedlings for planting.

"I want to sell all the dropped items in this backpack, except for the blue swallowtail butterfly wings and the purple moth powder. Also, here is my familia badge."

Izzy placed the bulging backpack on the table and retrieved his familia badge from his pocket, handing it to the man.

In Orario, when an adventurer joined a familia, larger familias issued emblems or symbols to identify their members. These emblems provided adventurers with a form of official identification, offering certain conveniences within the city.

For instance, the [Ganesha Familia] members commonly displayed their familia emblem prominently, sometimes tattooed on their coats as a visible deterrent.

The Ganesha Familia, tasked by the Guild to maintain law and order, was nicknamed the "military police of the labyrinth city" by adventurers. They fulfilled this role diligently, making them a group no one in their right mind would provoke.

No ordinary person would dare challenge the city's de facto police force—it would be asking for trouble.

After joining the [Loki Familia], Izzy had also received a familia emblem.

This badge, about half the size of a palm, was made from a unique material that was nearly impossible to counterfeit. Engraved with the familia's Joker symbol, it served as proof of his affiliation.

Unlike some familias, the Loki Familia didn't have a tradition of displaying their emblem openly, so Izzy typically kept his badge tucked away in his pocket.

The man took Izzy's badge and examined it carefully before returning it after just a few seconds. Items like this, crafted with such unique techniques, were hard to fake. A brief inspection was enough to confirm its authenticity.

There was no doubt—the badge was genuine.

"I understand... But are you certain you want to sell all these dropped items?"

After verifying Izzy's affiliation with the Loki Familia, the man's demeanor became noticeably more amicable. However, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the stuffed backpack.

"Yes, I'd like to sell everything except the blue swallowtail wings and the purple moth powder."

"Understood... Please wait a moment. We need to verify the quantities."

The man carefully removed the bottles containing the blue swallowtail butterfly wings and the purple moth powder from Izzy's backpack, setting them aside. Then, he called for several of his companions from the workshop to assist in counting the remaining items.

The decision not to sell the blue swallowtail butterfly wings and purple moth powder was intentional—they weren't relevant to the forge's specialty.

The former was primarily used as an ingredient for crafting antidotes, while the latter was a key component in creating mental recovery potions. These materials had no connection to weapon forging, so the [Goibniu Familia] wouldn't accept them.

A few minutes later, the man who had sorted and cleaned a large pile of dropped items approached Izzy with a piece of parchment.

"Mr. Izzy, based on the current best market prices, we can offer you 1.2 million Vali's for these items. Does that sound acceptable?"

"I have no objections," Izzy replied with a nod.

The price was roughly in line with his expectations.

For a collection of dropped items from the upper levels, being offered this much was already a good deal.

"Very well. Here is 1.2 million Vali's. Please count it, and we hope to see you again soon."

The man called a few companions from within the clan, and together they quickly prepared the full amount in cash.

Izzy took the jingling sack of coins and carefully stuffed it into his backpack. After bidding farewell to the [Goibniu Familia], he headed toward Northwest Street.

He still had a significant amount of blue swallowtail butterfly wings and purple moth powder left, so naturally, he needed to find a specialist to handle those items.

Soon, he arrived in front of a large building on Northwest Street. The doorplate featured emblems of light orbs and medicinal herbs—the unmistakable symbol of the [Cecht Familia].

It was the Cecht Treatment Center.

Izzy stepped into this familiar establishment once more.

"Good morning, Mr. Izzy. Are you here to purchase elixirs again?"

The voice that greeted him belonged to a familiar human girl—Elvy. She was the same person who had welcomed him during his first visit to the Cecht Treatment Center.

Over the past two weeks, Izzy had become a frequent customer at the store and had grown quite familiar with Elvy.

Whenever he passed by, he would buy one or two elixirs, even if he didn't need them at the time.

The same habit extended to the Cecht Pharmacy, also located in the Northwest Street area.

It wasn't a matter of necessity—it was a compulsion. Izzy time he passed by a pharmacy, Yize couldn't help but step inside to browse.

Perhaps it was a habit ingrained from his gaming days in his previous life—a tendency for hoarding medicines.

Commonly known as "stockpiling supplies."

For example, in his experience, some medicines left untouched in a game warehouse could skyrocket in value years later.

He'd even turned a profit by selling hoarded potions in the past.

Besides, elixirs didn't expire, so there was no harm in buying and storing them.

"Good morning, Elvy. Not here to buy medicine today. I'm actually here to sell blue swallowtail butterfly wings and purple moth powder. Is Airmid available?"

Izzy greeted her casually, explaining the purpose of his visit.

It had to be said that being part of the Loki Familia carried more weight than Izzy initially realized.

Previously, he had occasionally encountered Airmid working as a clerk, and thanks to his affiliation with the Loki Familia, she had even given him discounts on elixirs.

"Ms. Airmid should be working right now. Please wait a moment, Mr. Izzy. I'll go call her," Elvy replied politely, though she was visibly surprised that Izzy had come to sell materials for spiritual medicine.

In the Cecht Familia, the "Saintess of battlefield," Airmid, was almost entirely responsible for their spiritual medicine operations. From purchasing ingredients to crafting potions, everything went through her hands.

Knowing this, Izzy had directly inquired if she was available.

If Airmid wasn't in the store, Izzy would have to go through the guild instead, as they also accepted adventurers' commissions to purchase these materials.

However, when he heard Airmid was indeed in the store, Izzy couldn't help feeling a bit... sympathetic.

Poor Airmid—she was either working or on her way to work.

As Izzy watched Elvy walk away to fetch Airmid, he couldn't help but take a moment of silence for the overworked Saintess of battlefield.