It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 94

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 094

‘Come to think of it, we’ve been holding hands quite often lately.’

Thanks to that, she was enjoying the feeling of frequently attending a celebrity fan meeting.

In modern terms, it was like joining a fan club VIP membership.

‘With Elly, we hug whenever we get the chance and even kiss on the cheeks.’

Just as she was walking with an enjoyable mindset, Termion suddenly let go of her hand as if throwing it away. It was because someone’s voice could be heard.

“Good evening, you two.”

…Why on earth was Baron Gavin sitting on the coachman’s seat? Ailesia tilted her head in confusion.

“Don’t tell me you were the one driving the carriage, Chief Steward?”

“I’ll just be waiting nearby, hehe.”

“If that’s the case, why don’t you just come in with us?”

“Oh my, how could I keep up with young people’s movements? My joints ache as soon as night falls.”

As he tapped his shoulder with his fist, she couldn’t help but look suspicious, already knowing Baron Gavin’s true nature.

“You were flying around just fine last time.”

“I really overdid it then. I was sick for three straight days starting the next morning.”

“You’re quite the exaggerator.”

As if an Aura Master would get body aches from swinging a sword around a bit. Wondering what he was scheming, she narrowed her eyes, but Termion opened the carriage door and gestured.

“If it’s not something important, let’s get in first. We can talk later, can’t we?”

“Fine.”

Thinking it didn’t matter either way, Ailesia readily climbed into the carriage.

Even after the carriage started moving, Termion remained silent for quite a while.

He was concentrating only on the documents in his hands, relying on the dim indoor lighting.

“What are you reading so intently?”

Ailesia, who was getting restless from staying quiet, spoke first.

When had he been holding her hand tightly while walking, but now that they were in the carriage, he wasn’t even acknowledging her, making her feel somewhat disappointed.

“I’m looking over a map of Parzan Street. I can’t get a feel for how to move efficiently.”

“We should go near the guild and gather information. Sometimes surprisingly important news gets posted on bulletin boards.”

“Would there be clues about the black market too?”

“Anyway, those kinds of black markets or auction houses probably don’t let just anyone in, right? There must be some condition. Like a token to prove qualification.”

“It would be great if we could actually participate in an auction.”

“Can I take a look at the map?”

“Go ahead.”

Before Termion could even hand over the map he was holding, Ailesia quickly moved seats to sit next to him. Then she grabbed one corner of the map with her hand.

“…There was no need to move seats.”

“We need to look at it together and discuss. Come on, spread it out properly.”

While he hesitated at the light scolding, Ailesia slightly frowned and moved closer. Her face was almost touching Termion’s shoulder.

“Is it because it’s dark? I can’t see well.”

Snap!

Ailesia, who had snapped her fingers, smiled as if she was finally satisfied.

‘…This is driving me crazy.’

Ailesia’s profile was clearly revealed in the much brighter lighting. Termion forgot even to blink as he stared at her as if enchanted.

Her straight nose that came down along her forehead revealed between thick blonde hair, her blue eyes surrounded by full eyelashes.

If he lost his mind like this, he felt like he would fall right into those lake-like eyes.

Thump, thump.

The sound of his pounding heart struck his ears like thunder.

Worried she might hear it, he tried holding his breath, but his efforts were in vain as his nervousness only grew.

Gulp.

Just as Termion swallowed his dry saliva and was about to open his mouth unable to bear it, Ailesia smoothly moved away from him.

“Sorry, I got focused without realizing. Were you uncomfortable?”

“…It’s fine.”

Perhaps because his blocked breath burst out all at once, he felt completely drained.

Termion secretly sighed while wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

“There are regular magic tool shops and general stores too, so let’s try breaking through there.”

“How do you mean?”

“We should find fault saying we don’t like the items. If we gently provoke them without being too annoying, at least one place should take the bait, right?”

“It would be good to show off our wealth appropriately too.”

“Exactly.”

While the two were absorbed in their planning, Baron Gavin sitting on the coachman’s seat had been wearing a pleased smile the whole time.

As an Aura Master, he could faintly hear the conversation from inside the carriage.

‘It was worth preparing the carriage on purpose.’

So this was why Kubera at the advance base had insisted on escorting them nearby with a carriage.

He praised his disciple inwardly for coming up with such a clever idea and leisurely drove the carriage.

Past 10 PM. Parzan Street was truly a place that deserved to be called a city that never sleeps.

The sounds of people laughing and chattering mixed noisily between the magic lighting that brightly illuminated the street. Most of the sounds came from operating taverns, but surprisingly, there were quite a few people wandering the streets as well.

“…It’s quite chaotic.”

“I know. Everyone’s voices are as big as their builds.”

Even among the well-built Knights of Retis, people over 190cm tall were rare, but here you could occasionally see people over 2 meters tall.

Fortunately, the street wasn’t crowded enough to make walking difficult.

“Let’s go to the Adventurer’s Guild first.”

“The Mercenary Guild was nearby too, right?”

“It should be just one block over.”

The bulletin board in front of the guild building was covered with various requests and job advertisements.

While standing side by side looking through the contents, Termion tugged at Ailesia’s sleeve as if he had discovered something.

“What?”

“The content seems unusual.”

Ailesia read the paper he pointed to with his finger. The words ‘Recruiting Supporters for New Magic Tool Development’ caught her eye.

“No rank restrictions, absolute safety guaranteed, five days for five silver coins. They even give additional payment based on results?”

“According to the Chief Steward’s report, that’s about what a D-rank adventurer earns in a month.”

A month’s worth of pay in just 5 days? It was definitely tempting conditions for anyone.

Moreover, if the pay was this generous while guaranteeing safety, it was naturally suspicious.

“D-rank is stronger than regular soldiers, right?”

“Even so, they’d struggle to face even one orc alone. That’s a 6th-grade magical beast.”

“That was 6th-grade?”

Ailesia knew orcs well too. She had taught them lessons more than once or twice when they occasionally attacked villages around Chernil Forest.

Since she hadn’t paid much attention to magical beast grades, it wasn’t easy to gauge how strong they were from a simple explanation.

She had even given knuckle taps to Yormu and Polaris, who were stronger than 1st-grade magical beasts, so how would she know the standards for ordinary people.

“Anyway, the conditions don’t make sense.”

“It says magic tool development, but the client doesn’t seem to be a Magic Tower or noble family. It wouldn’t be easy for an individual mage to spend this kind of money.”

“Either they have a lot of money, or they have wealthy backing. It says to come to a shop called ‘Ash Wood Staff’ on 5th Street if interested, which is also quite suspicious.”

“Because the recruitment location is a shop?”

“That too, but ash wood isn’t commonly used for staffs.”

A typical mage’s staff is made by processing it with reagents according to the main elemental magic the user employs. These reagents are a type of liquid containing special components.

“Ash wood absorbs moisture and expands, changing its form. That’s why it’s not suitable for processing into reagents, making it the most avoided material when creating not just staffs but magic tools.”

“That doesn’t add up.”

“Let’s go take a look. There should be plenty of other shops nearby anyway.”

“If it’s 5th Street, it’ll take about 10 minutes on foot.”

I had expected the typical street trouble you’d see in novels, but the night streets were far too peaceful. I was starting to think Kubera’s warnings about dangerous places might have just been empty bluster.

Occasionally I could feel someone’s gaze, but that was probably just because we were the only adventurers wandering around at this hour.

Even then, they only glanced at us sideways—no one was staring at us outright.

“It’s quite deserted around here.”

Termion muttered in a low voice. Just as he said, the surroundings became noticeably quieter as we approached 5th Street.

“Isn’t this normal for an ordinary shopping district? There wouldn’t be any places open for business this late.”

“If it were truly ordinary, that is.”

Now even the streetlights were sparse. The magic lighting that had been lit at 10-meter intervals up to the previous block was now spaced more than twice as far apart.

“Over there.”

Finally, Ailesia spotted a building with faint light streaming out.

It was a place with a large sign hanging above the door that read ‘Ash Wood Staff.’

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