reve

Noah sought accommodation at an inn for the night before exploring options for settling in the city.

"I'd like a room for the night, please," Noah requested from the man behind the counter.

"It will be 1 copper coin," the man responded indifferently.

Noah handed over the coin, took the key, and made his way to his room. Excitement filled him because he was about to regain his lost knowledge.

"Master, the knowledge will be unsealed in 1 minute. Please sit comfortably and close your eyes," instructed Sara.

Noah complied and closed his eyes. Shortly thereafter, a deluge of knowledge began coursing through his veins. He closed his eyes and remained still. After three hours, a look of disdain appeared on his face. He had assumed that people in this world possessed at least 1% of the medical knowledge he had, but he soon realized that he had landed in a world far more backward than he'd imagined.

"Master, you'll always have this reaction, regardless of the world. It's not that the world is backward; you were just too strong," Sara mused.

"Anyway, I'm here to have fun, not to suffer. I've endured enough of that," Noah scoffed and undressed to take a bath.

"Look here, we have the finest clothes from a rank 3 tailor."

"Try our mana-enhanced food, it's exquisite!"

"Ma'am, this dress complements your beauty perfectly."

Noah wandered through the market, searching for something interesting. Although he possessed the memories, the previous Noah had always been preoccupied with work or studies.

While exploring, he noticed a large building and decided to investigate. Inside, he discovered the slave market—a legal trade common in this world.

"Master, there's a valuable one here. She possesses one of the best talents in this kingdom," Sara suddenly remarked.

"That's intriguing," Noah replied and followed Sara's guidance to a beautiful young woman with black eyes, short black hair, and porcelain-white skin. Her eyes exuded coldness and resentment.

Name: Reve

Talent: High

Danger: 0%

Occupation: Slave

Noah didn't finish reading her information and instead observed a man—a corpulent individual with an unsightly face and a lecherous, lustful grin. He was ogling the girls, licking his lips, and seemingly entranced.

"You seem to be the owner of this establishment," Noah said coldly to the fat man.

The man looked Noah up and down with disdain, possibly due to Noah's simple attire. "Yes, what do you want?" he replied flatly.

Noah paid him no more attention and proceeded to the cage where Reve was confined. Her hateful gaze met his.

"Calm down, girl," Noah said to her before addressing the fat man. "I want to purchase this one here. How much?"

The man gave him a scrutinizing look and smirked. "1 gold," he stated, setting a steep price for a regular human without magic. It seemed he wanted to deter Noah.

Noah tossed a gold coin to the man. "Here, now provide me with the contract so we can conclude this. I've grown tired of looking at your ugly face," he stated dismissively.

The fat man and Reve were both shocked by the gold coin and the nonchalant manner in which Noah treated it, as if it were a mere bronze coin.

The fat man's demeanor underwent a complete transformation. "Please wait a moment," he hurried to the back to retrieve the contract. After five minutes, he returned with a document. "Here you go, sir," he said, perspiring.

Noah glanced at the man with disgust, took the paper swiftly, and then turned his attention to Reve, gesturing for her to follow him.

"I will never be your slave, even if you kill me," Reve stated as they moved away from the market, nearing the north gate of the city.

Throughout their journey, Noah neither spoke to her nor glanced in her direction. She was nervous but concealed it beneath her cold exterior.

Noah took the contract, muttered a spell, and reduced it to ashes, cringing inwardly at having to use magic. "You are free now, so abandon that nonsense," he stated, turning his gaze to her. To his surprise, her face displayed shock, her eyes widened, and her body trembled.

"You possess one of the highest talents in this kingdom," he began, ignoring her trembling. "I freed you because someone with your talent shouldn't be reduced to serving a filthy noble."

She stared at him in disbelief, jaw hanging open. She looked around at the people passing by, seemingly ignoring their conversation.

"You have two options," Noah continued, maintaining eye contact. "Follow me, and you will survive. I don't know what you're skilled at, but I can find a way to utilize your talent and help you grow stronger. Alternatively, go your own way, but be cautious not to encounter slave traders, as your beauty and lack of strength may lead to your enslavement once more." He concluded and awaited her response.

Her mind raced, uncertain of what to say. On one hand, the man had granted her freedom and rescued her from a lifetime of slavery. On the other hand, he was a stranger she didn't trust.

"What will you do to me if I follow you?" she inquired cautiously, scrutinizing Noah in an attempt to discern any ulterior motives.

Noah gave her a slight smile. "Nothing, really. I only know that you possess remarkable talent, but I don't know what that talent is. You might be a great magician, or perhaps an excellent farmer, for all I know."

His words surprised her greatly. It was true; he was essentially taking a gamble on her. She did indeed possess talent and was aware of her aptitude, but only her mother and sister were privy to that knowledge.

"In that case, why did you waste 1 gold coin on me?" she queried, curiosity piqued. He didn't appear to be a noble, and his clothing suggested he lacked wealth.

"Wasted?" Noah chuckled. "Do you think I would squander money on someone—no matter their talent or beauty? I intend to return there tonight and steal all that man's money. I planned to do so even before I laid eyes on you. I saved you because you possess talent."

Her eyes widened as she heard his words. It was an unexpected revelation. "So, you're nothing more than a common thief?" she remarked, a smirk forming on her lips.

Noah ceased laughing and shot her a cold smile that sent shivers down her spine. 'I made a mistake. He's a magician, and he saved me, but I insulted him,' she thought. Surprisingly, he didn't take any action against her. Instead, he replied with a gentle smile, "No, I'm not a thief; I'm an assassin."