Chapter 11

It has been a month since Satoru arrived in the new world. While he was still uncertain of his future, he was at least more relaxed now that he had an established business.

He was currently busy in his shop counting the newly forged weapons in front of him.

"All seems in order."

He said once he finished. The bulky black-haired tall man in front of him nodded. His name was Tobias and he was a blacksmith. to be more precise, the blacksmith Satoru struck a deal with some days ago.

The deal was easy. Satoru will order a certain quantity of items from him every week and in exchange, the blacksmith will give him a special discount.

Tobias didn't speak a lot outside of when it was needed and this attitude unnerved Satoru at first, but now he saw him more like a no bullshit business man, something Satoru could respect.

"20 iron swords, 10 iron axes, 10 iron lances; 15 steel swords, 5 steel axes, 5 steel lances; 2 silver swords, 2 silver axes; 5 sets of heavy iron and steel armor; 5 light shields."

Summarized the blacksmith.

"As we agreed, here are 18 gold coins."

Said Satoru, while passing a small bag to the man, who opened it and counted the coins before turning to Satoru and giving him a rare smile.

"When you asked me for all that stuff, I thought you were some kind of noble who wanted to arm his personal bodyguards. Well, if these are the kinds of orders you are going to give me weekly, I might be able to stop producing for those ungrateful stuck-up nobles."

"Are you sure you can't produce platinum or mithril weapons and armors?"

Satoru asked. This was actually why he was searching for a blacksmith. Anyone could forge steel weapons, but few could afford higher quality metals and he wanted to be one of the few.

"Not at the moment. I will need a lot of money to first train myself with forging such metals and only then begin to forge actual sellable products. A lot of money will be needed to reach that level of skill."

Tobias explained.

"I see. So, you say that if I continue to invest in you, you will be able to reach that level with time?"

Satoru asked to clarify the situation.

"Yes, indeed I believe so."

Said the blacksmith with confidence.

"Then continue to work hard for me. You will have to excuse me now, but I'm waiting for an important guest."

The arcane magic caster said. The blacksmith nodded before bidding his farewell and leaving the shop.

He sat on one of his reinforced chairs and waited. Today was one of the days Princess Renner visited him.

She usually visited once every two days except for Sunday, since she was expected to be in the castle that day.

After her first visit, she began to keep a lower profile, usually wearing a cloak that hid her identity and always accompanied by only the Warrior Captain, Gazef Stronoff.

Speaking of the man himself, Satoru could say he liked Gazef. He reminded him of Touch Me, but without his justice persona.

They didn't speak a lot, but Satoru thought that Gazef could be a good source of information regarding the internal workings of the kingdom.

He could of course ask Renner, who, despite her age, was truly a mastermind when it came to politics.

He was quite shocked the first time she showed such deep understanding of such matters.

'I guess geniuses don't have an age.' He thought. But even knowing this, he didn't want to ask her too much about the kingdom.

He promised himself that he would help her with her loneliness and asking her too much would seem like he was using her for some secret plan.

Satoru didn't want that. He didn't want to ruin their growing, strange relationship. While he still thought she was scary, he managed to somehow get used to her smiles.

Now they didn't trigger his Emotional Suppression anymore.

He himself was not sure why he was so dead set on helping her. Probably a part of him was reminded of himself while watching her.

A child no one wanted to speak to, socially isolated and scowled at. At least Satoru had his mother taking care of him. Renner lacked even that.

But it wasn't just pity. There was something deeper. A certain attraction or maybe it would be better to call it fascination.

He could feel there was something hidden inside her. Potential for greatness, but that potential lacked something. The key to unlock it.

As he was lost in his thoughts his shop's door opened and an old fat man entered. He was well dressed and didn't seem to be an adventurer.

"Excuse me sir, but this shop is now closed for the day. Please come back tomorrow."

The fat man didn't seem bothered by his words and approached Satoru.

"You must be Sir Satoru, right? The owner of this magnificent establishment."

He questioned, seeming to already know the answer.

"Yes sir, I'm Satoru, the arcane magic caster who owns this place. May I know who you are and why you are here?"

He asked, now sure that the man in front of him wasn't a customer.

"How rude of me. I apologize deeply. My name is Aruma Faustus, but everyone calls me Goldfinger. Feel free to use the name you prefer. Returning to our main point, I'm a representative of the Merchant Guild of the Re-Estize Kingdom that has its headquarters right here in Ro-Lente. I'm here to invite you to join us in our great guild."

The man said as his fat bounced a bit from the vibrations produced by his voice.

"I see. It makes sense, but I'm afraid I come from a faraway land and don't know about the inner workings of this guild. May you fill me in before discussing anything else? Pardon my rudeness, please take a seat."

Satoru said as he flicked his fingers and a chair materialized behind Goldfinger.

The fat man was surprised at the use of such extravagant and foreign magic, but recomposed himself quickly and sat down.

"Of course, Sir Satoru. Well, the guild was established more than a century ago and flourished since then. All major businesses in the kingdom are in some way related to the guild. Many are members since we offer many perks in exchange for membership. The goal of the guild is to regulate market selling amounts and prices to maintain balance and help even the smaller businesses to flourish."

Satoru, much to his displeasure, was reminded of the money sucking multinational companies from his old world.

"Our guild is structured into branches. Each branch represents a certain collection of goods on the market. For example, the Master of Metal is the representative of every blacksmith in the kingdom. Of course, it is impossible for one man to control all the blacksmiths in the kingdom, so we have supervisors. There is one in every major city. They are important businesses that control their branch in their city and send reports to the master of the branch to fill them in with the important details."

The man continued to explain. Satoru was reminded once more of his old job. 'employees under directors under CEO.

So, humanity always had the habit of organizing society and work into classes; It is scary and comforting at the same time.' He forced his attention back to the man to not lose any detail.

"About once a year, except for emergencies, the masters of all branches return to the headquarters for a meeting to discuss the current situation and how to help each other out."

Goldfinger continued.

"I see, may I know why anyone should join? What are the perks of joining?" Satoru asked.

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