Approaching the entrance of the village, he slowly spoke with the guards to find out about the point of delivery of resources.

Approaching a building filled with white grass, he slowly knocked.

A minute later, the door opened and a young she-wolf came out to him. She examined Mark with interest, and then moved away from the entrance, pointing at the table, waving to follow her.

Sitting down with her, Mark introduced himself.

- My name is Mark, I came to exchange goods.

- And Greta. And I will gladly accept them. So there you have it, pull it out.

From one manner of communication, Mark got the feeling that he was talking not with a merchant, but with an extortionist. Feeling a slight interest from her, and a much greater passion for his subjects.

Taking out all the cores that were left from the rabbits and wolves. He laid them out on the table.

At this, Greta, with calves in her eyes, slowly rubbed her hands while counting.

- I think it will cost twenty-five silver, so ready for the exchange.

- Yes, but I don't know the value system of the currency, can you explain it to me.

- No problem. There are iron coins made of bronze, silver, gold, white gold, and adamant. Bronze coins are the cheapest, while adamant coins are the most expensive. The ratio of each type to the more expensive one is 1:100. That is, 100 bronze coins are equal to 1 silver coin, and thus everything is in relation to the highest coins. But there is one exception, adamant coins. They are not used for regular trading. And for more significant transactions, their essence is status, as well as strength, which is used in high-level transactions as a guarantor of quality. After all, an adamant coin cannot be faked in any way.

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- Oh, okay, thanks. Nodding in farewell, Mark Meleno left.

"The idea of adamant struck me a little. I kept it in my head, but never wrote about it, but it seems that the places where I created omissions patched themselves up. That's the reason now to treat everything more carefully. Everything is not as it seems, knowledge of what is written is not enough, in the future we will have to communicate with runners

Having learned from local workers where the head's house was, he went there.

Knock, knock.

- Sign in

Creeeeep

- Greetings head.

- Oh... man. Why did you complain?

- I want to get a pass to the library.

- Oh... you know that you have to pay for the entrance?

- How?

- a silver coin is enough.

- deal. Taking out a coin from his pocket, Mark put it on the table of the head. She took it in her hand and put it on her thumb, after which she threw it up and began to watch how it slowly falls into her palm.

- Good. Give me a minute. She started rummaging through the table. Taking out a form from it, she quickly filled it out, and then clicked the seals for documents.

- Hold on, the library is to the right of this building. Give this document to the employee. You will see her immediately to the left as you enter, she will stand at the counter.

- Thanks. Mark said, and slowly left. As the door slammed shut, Milana emerged from the shadows to Anna's right. She was silent for a while, until she finally decided to speak.

- The head, I watched the man all the time, and in the end I can say that he is not bad, but strange. He doesn't act like the people in the Fantasy world, they usually act like ants hunting an elephant. But he's literally the opposite. As well as his gift, he has a high rarity, even compared to the children of kings, and I guess that it will only strengthen his element.

"But you still haven't answered the question I put before you before he left." Is he a threat?

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"Runners" are information gatherers, they mostly run bars, and often do the work of a bard (itinerant singer of stories: both real and not).