"Thank you for all the help."

"No-no, we should be the ones thanking you."

The priest smiled sweetly at me. I replied with a slow nod while maintaining my level expression.

For a woman who only knew work like me, saying thank you often seemed very formal, with no sign of the outpouring of feelings that everyone else generally did.

Turning around, the pastor then walked away from me as he took care of the children from the church. But before he disappeared from my sight, the pastor then said a few words.

"Miss White, may you be matched with a man worthy to be your spouse. I pray in the name of God."

An easy answer to predict. But unfortunately I didn't care about that, the partner he said? The thought of finding a partner had never crossed my mind.

From the way the priest spoke, I felt that he might be pitying me. Why, what's wrong? Isn't my face at least more charming than the majority of the women out there? It's not that I'm overconfident or anything, but if you look at the majority of the townspeople, that's at least a fact.

Without thinking about anything else, I then walked through the snowy ground of the city streets. The cold temperature seeped into my body just like that.

I then went to the inn and entered the room, placing the white coat near me while grabbing the blanket to sleep. But the contents of my mind continued to speak as if forcing both eyeballs open.

"Nine coins for each night, seven copper coins for each meal. I spend at least 42 copper coins every day and 1,260 copper coins for every 30 days."

Meanwhile, based on observations while confirming the exchange rate, one silver coin was worth 200 copper coins and one gold coin was equivalent to 25 silver coins.

In general, the townspeople needed at least six silver coins and 80 copper coins every month in order to live decently. Not surprisingly, the knight captain let me into the city when I gave him five silver coins. In his eyes, five silver coins was almost equivalent to one month's salary that he earned.

Giving one silver coin every time I wanted to eat would make trouble for any shop as they would have trouble giving change.

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Thanks to every purchase data I got when I bought the basic needs of the church kids, I was finally able to map out the exchange rate. This was quite a satisfactory result.

"Copper coins are the most widely circulated type of coin in the community. Meanwhile, based on value and characteristics, silver coins are least needed for bulk purchases, usually used by merchants to buy goods and resell them in the market."

For the record, the money I had or the money that actually came from the merchants' corpses, totaled 43 gold coins, 93 silver coins and 90 copper coins. I had also spent two gold coins and 15 silver coins.

"I thought about this, most likely the 14 merchants who were killed were planning to buy something in this city that would sell for around 48 or 50 gold coins. That hasn't been deducted from the operational costs and the base price of the commodity they wanted to buy."

Every businessman always seeks a profit for every purchase they make, based on that fact, as someone with experience, I could vaguely see some sort of correlation for every detail I got.

"Firstly, it's winter. secondly, the horse cart they're carrying is filled with empty wooden boxes. thirdly, they're carrying a lot of cash."

In winter, there are fewer commodities to trade because farmland cannot be planted with crops. People tend to store raw foodstuffs such as rice, potatoes or wheat to make bread or other food. Because there was a possibility that all these foodstuffs were still not enough to meet the needs of the city in winter. So it was impossible for city merchants to sell them in large quantities.

This proves that the merchants who came to the city did not plan to buy foodstuffs such as wheat or even meat.

The things that were most needed in the winter could then be put into wooden boxes, while the merchants were ready to buy in large quantities.

The answer is probably obvious.

"Basic materials for making warm clothes. The fur of farm animals or wild animals."

That's it.

As long as the tailors were skilled enough, warm clothes could be made into luxury products. There is no guarantee that the city where the 14 merchants came from is poorer than this city, it's possible that in the west there are big cities where people can afford to buy expensive clothes.

It's a potential business that makes sense.

After thinking that, I then lay down on the bed.

But before I closed my eyes, a voice from behind the wall that clearly came from the next room, disturbed my pure ears.

It was actually the sighing sound of a woman playing around.

"Gosh, this wall isn't even soundproof."

This inn only provided ordinary middle-class rooms, but for people with low salaries, I doubt they would be willing to spend money just to rent one room.

Thus, the people who booked the rooms probably had quite a lot of money, were merchants or even nobles. In such a class of society and a world without internet, movies or even games, the only reasonable entertainment to fill their free time would probably be to bring a woman for fun. The needs of humans on reproduction are almost equivalent to their basic needs on eating and drinking, once the stomach issues are met the next is something like that.

Although I understand from various scientific viewpoints, but as a woman, it still makes me uncomfortable.

"Don't the prostitutes in this city have their own shelters? How annoying, prostitution is really annoying."

It wasn't long ago that I came to church, and now I had a bad experience instead. It's ridiculous, for this reason I've always disbelieved in so-called fate and karma. It all sounds like nonsense.

I quickly fell asleep while pretending not to hear anything.

....

In the morning.

I walked around the city, passing through several alleys in search of a shop.

My destination was a bookstore, but due to the inefficient production cost of making paper, the price of books here was very expensive, around five silver coins. Only those of noble origin or wealthy merchants would buy books. But I needed one, so I bought one and kept it in my coat pocket.

A while passed, my footsteps brought me to the corner of the town where a shop filled with clothes was now visible.

Turning the door knob, the bell then rang.

The shopkeeper, a well-dressed woman, approached me with a friendly smile.

"Miss, what do you need here? Everything is available, and I can recommend something suitable for you. If you don't mind, you can try them out one by one."