Putting the black sword onto the table, I let the young man with glasses look at the sword I wanted to sell.

"At what price would you buy this sword if I sold it to you?"

"Let me take a look first."

He reached for the black sword, his bare fingers touching the sword's surface slowly. His eyes flickered slightly as the dust from the surface clung to his hand.

Looking slightly upwards to try to knock off a few grains of sand that might stick. Although there was nothing but air there, but that didn't mean the surface of the sword was completely clean.

"Here, it's full of blood."

The man said without hesitation, as if he didn't care about my reaction. At a glance, I saw his eyeballs taking in my short white hair.

Had he not been a professional, I might have mistaken him for a perverted man with a strange fetish.

In a low voice, the man continued with what he wanted to say. His face showed a slightly complicated expression.

"Blood, tears and possibly suffering. This sword is filled with the souls of its victims screaming all the time."

With those strange words, he then placed the sword back onto the table. Taking off the black glove on his hand and reaching for another glove, this time the bespectacled man wore a glove with an intricate pattern.

There was strange writing on it that even I didn't know what it was.

Underneath the glove, a monocle began to reveal a faint blue reflection of light. The man immediately brought his face closer to the glasses.

"The magic density is low, but it can still be used at least 29 more times."

I guessed that the magic he was referring to was probably the potential chemical reaction that would occur if this weapon received some sort of transmission from the human body using it. But since I don't know the passcode of the quantum language being used, there's no way I could trigger such a reaction. On the other hand, I don't even know all the types of quantum language discovered by predecessors before me, except for a quantum language called pyro-resonance in the journal I read.

Looking at the lens glasses that the man was holding, I saw that it had some kind of simple mechanism similar to a microscope but only displayed the results through the medium of the color of the reflected light.

This is still a theory and could very well be wrong.

After finishing his analysis, the man with the glasses then asked me a question.

"Miss. Are you sure you want to sell this magic sword? The price is probably three to five gold coins depending on who buys it."

"No problem, that's enough."

Always carrying two swords under my white coat would only continue to be a burden, because of its length, my coat could hide two swords but it was not useful at all. I only needed one as a backup weapon once the ammunition from the handgun ran out.

Moreover, I've only mastered martial arts using one sword. It's an old story, when I was still working, I spent my time having fun like learning martial arts and shooting.

But I wasn't confident enough to consider myself an expert, because no matter how much martial arts I learned, it was all meaningless in the face of a bullet that could hit my head at any time. So I wanted to sell this sword because I didn't think it was necessary.

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I then looked at the man with glasses before saying.

"Can you buy it from me, three gold coins is more than enough."

Hearing what I said, the bespectacled man then moved his head so that the reflected light from his glasses pointed directly at me.

I then blinked and looked away. From the man's eyes, I saw that he seemed to be thinking about something, The man then continued

"Instead of selling it, how about you borrow some money from me? I'll give you 5% interest every month."

I quickly realized what he meant. Perhaps he was thinking that the reason I sold the sword was to increase the amount of capital I had. That's honestly not entirely wrong.

"How much did they hunt?"

"About 871 heads. The fur quality is still quite good because of the winter, miss doesn't need to worry. So just to be sure, I'd like to ask, how many do you want to buy?"

"It depends, the price of each fur?"

"145 copper coins, less than one silver coin."

"I bought them all."

If I were to buy them all, it would require at least 632 silver coins or more than 25 gold coins. I also have to pay attention to the shipping cost which might be quite burdensome.

All the money I have is more than 40 gold coins, this should be safe even if I incur a loss. In other cities, I would have to sell each of those furs for one silver coin 90 copper coins or two silver coins 12 copper coins. Since this is a raw goods business, the profit is unlikely to be large. I have to prepare for the worst if I incur a loss, so the remaining 15 gold coins out of 40 gold coins will be kept for now.

Looking back, the bespectacled man offered again but I declined by shaking my head. Sorry, not for today.

"That's too bad. I can't sell that sword for three gold coins either."

Hmm. Is he trying to influence me? I don't think so. To his, it's probably just a small transaction.

"In that case, do you know someone who might be interested in the sword?"

"Yes."

Hearing what he said, I then grabbed eight silver coins and placed them on the table.

"Is this enough?"

The man looked at the eight silver coins while nodding to then reach out and put them away.

"There was a man in a black suit and black tie. From his appearance, he probably comes from a noble house. Incidentally, that person was looking for a magic sword, but in this shop, there was no sword he was looking for so I told him to leave. I can find that man and tell him that Madam is willing to sell the magic sword."

"Thank you."

After saying that, I turned my body to leave the shop. The shop door opened along with the small voice of the man with glasses who was currently smiling kindly at me.

"Come tomorrow, right after sunrise, I'll arrange a meeting."

....

Tomorrow.

As said before, there is someone who is interested in buying the sword. The person in question is in front of me right now.

He looks like a gentleman in a formal black suit and black tie, reminding me of a waiter's uniform mixed with an office employee's uniform.

The concept is different but the details are similar. This proves that even though this world uses swords as weapons without any rifles, their clothing style and culture are more similar to those of modern people. The concepts of taxation, economic concepts, building architecture, the materials they often use to make things, are not too old-fashioned and are probably close to the early Victorian era.

But still, it cannot be compared to the civilization of my time.

With good etiquette, I offered a cup of coffee to the dark-haired man with long bangs that partially covered his eyes. The indentations around his eyes proved that he was the friendly type who liked to smile a lot, maybe even too much. It was the opposite of me who had a glint in my eye.

"Ms. White, this coffee is quite good. It tastes like sugar milk mixed with sweet coffee beans. Ah! Would it be possible for you to add something in here?"

"No."

"Are you sure? Somehow it feels a little different than I remember. Maybe it's a side effect of seeing the beautiful woman near me now."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Johan Sholis. It means a lot."

In the dark world, I had seen countless perverted men with strange fetishes, sadistic teenagers, corrupt politicians, and lost hope. So it was easy for me to understand that he was just making small talk, there was no other intention in there.

Johan with his eyes filled with interest, placed the back of his hand just below my chin. He then said in a friendly voice.

"Before we start the transaction, how about going to the park?"

"I don't mind."

Selling the sword and the transaction is done, it's so simple, then why don't I do it right away?

It's because I need more information. This is still in my plan, having many relations is very important to understand the surroundings. Lord Johan seems to be of noble origin, and even if he is not a noble at least he must be from the elite society.

I don't need his cooperation at the moment but I will definitely keep him in mind, if he gives me a little hint it will be more than enough.

Johan and I then walked together, the sound of leather shoes colliding with the frozen road made our pace slow down a little.

"Mr. Johan, I think showing you the items you want in the garden might cause some discomfort. If you don't mind, I can show you now."

While pointing towards the deserted alley, I offered Johan to start the transaction now. The words about the park, in fact, were probably a diversion to get us out of the shop, he wanted to get this transaction over with as soon as possible.

Hearing me speak, Johan then waved his hand.

"No problem, the sooner the better."

We entered the narrow alley and I stood behind him. While the sound of the wind was gone, Johan's soft voice echoed slightly in my ears.

"Miss White. I brought about 10 gold coins, this should be enough."

"Ten gold coins?"

"Yes, I plan to buy the two swords under your white coat."

My body stopped and my breathing began to weaken. Maybe because the sun was blocked by the building, the temperature around here became cold, very reasonable and rational.

But honestly that's not what made me pause.

then moved my hands higher than my head and put one of my legs slightly back. My current position is like I want to snap my fingers.

"Miss White, what's wrong?"

Johan with a confused expression asked me. He seemed to want to continue the charade a little longer.

Johan's eyes then sharpened.

I immediately snapped my fingers.

Boom!

The shockwave generated from the small-scale atomic explosion shattered the wall around me. It cut the bricks into small chunks of sand that flew through the air into dust. Some stones fell and some larger pieces were thrown into the sky.

Looking up, a piece of hand floated in the air. The owner of the hand, Johan was somehow right near me. He was holding the same jet-black sword as me.

An accelerated mind told me that if I was one second too late, my head would probably be blown off.

Johan, he was actually on the same side as the group of smiling white masked men.

This man is after me.