The Mortgaged Heirloom Sword

After a day of recuperating at the church, Eleazar went out to deal with the mess left behind.

First, go find the ship's coach who made a scene at the bank with a newspaper as $300,000 and ended up losing his job at the club.

The man was working in the ship repair yard at the moment, holding a grease-stained wrench, with more unshaven scruff on his face, looking extraordinarily saddened.

He was bragging to the worker next to him as he screwed on the nut.

"I used to make a lot of money..."

To this day, that coach seems to have a hard time getting over the fact that $300,000 turned into scrap newspaper.

Wearing a cloak of invisibility woven by Fina, Eleazar stood and spat silently.

"I wouldn't even dare to dream like that, how did you dare..."

300,000 is out of the question. There is one golden bean worth of money.

Taking advantage of an opening where no one is looking, Eleazar tosses the twisted beans out of his hand.

A ray of golden light flashed.

"Clang!"

Not caring about the pain of his toes being smashed by the wrench, the man hurriedly picked up the golden beans and looked around with a panicked face.

"This... Is it a gift from nature!?"

Watching the trainer gleefully hide the golden bean, Eleazar quietly turned away.

"It's not nature, it's a gift of fate..."

Dealing with the man, he headed back toward that ship's club.

Although, having said that, I didn't end up giving the boat back myself.

But the time limit has not yet expired and they are going after the guarantor to claim compensation.

Witcher's completely transparent body stopped at the entrance of that luxurious club, but after waiting for a long time for anyone to enter or leave, he pushed open the revolving door himself.

"DING BELL~"

The front door rang with a crisp bell ring, but the receptionist at the front desk looked up and saw nothing.

"Is the wind blowing?"

She stepped out and pressed gently on the swinging glass door, looking out curiously.

And Witcher, who had already dived in, stumbled to his feet and looked silently down the hall at one of the exhibits.

Heirloom steel swords from the Knight family...

While the house wasn't taken, something much more important was.

Eleazar watched silently for a moment, then raised his head.

A slim man in the parapet on the second floor also dropped his eyes.

He seemed to sense a little something and took a bottle of manifestation spell powder out of his pocket, and tried to sprinkle it down the hall.

"Don't bother."

A sudden voice came from beside him, followed by a coldness in his throat, as if he had been pressed against something, with a slight sting.

That caster's body froze at once.

"Have a word..."

"Get in!"

Held hostage by the throat swipe, the caster took a step backward until he was in the tea room behind him.

Then he finally got a good look at the infiltrator and the bright silver sword.

"When did it become fashionable for agents of the Holy Light to be robbers?"

The spellcaster man's bottom line was instantly amped up.

As a legitimate Transcendent Family member, he knew that the other party would never dare to mess around.

Because that's the order the church has been trying to maintain.

Eleazar put away his silver sword and said lightly, "Since when is it popular for wizards to watch for people?"

Johns said wistfully, "A while ago, the church's priesthood informed us to go and take away the manager who was causing a fuss at the police station, so I was assigned by the family to come out and deal with it, and I looked into it, and I found out that the manager had been hit by a psychic suggestion, and mistook an ordinary brick for a gold brick."

"There wasn't anything of value in the club that would have been worth the risk to the Transcendent, and in the end, it turned out that the man had just scammed an expedition ship and gone out to sea."

The wizard explained slowly, smiling and looking up.

"You and the youth the manager described, kind of resemble each other..."

"Is that so?"

Eleazar lets his hair down, blocking one eye.

"Ah yes, yes, yes, one-eyed middle-aged youth!"

The wizard smiled and nodded, saying, "The church was right, and sure enough someone will be coming to the door soon to explain the misunderstanding."

Unfortunately, it turned out to be a legitimate member of the Transcendent Family, so it seemed that this time it really would have to be resolved by proper means.

Eleazar inclined his head slightly in thought.

"Contract deception, breach of contract, lost ships, treasure redemption, it all counts together, tell me, what do you want?"

"Breath that big?"

The sorcerer said in disbelief, "Though none of these things are worth a few dollars in our opinion, if you must say so a 3rd-ranked Fire Trait Material?"

Fire?

This type of proper elemental-based material is instead the hardest to get.

Eleazar thinks for a moment, then pours out a bunch of dragon's teeth.

It was the fangs plucked from the mouth of a bipedal flying dragon, containing fire, poison, and dragon, three high-ranking characteristics.

Eleazar picked the smallest one at random and threw it over.

"One million for the ship, 500,000 for breach of contract, 500,000 for the deposit, that scrap iron counts for 10,000, 2,010,000 for a poisonous fire dragon's tooth, you've made a fortune."

The sorcerer caught the long fang in his hands and examined it before sucking in a cold breath.

It's true!

This kind of rare material, the quality of which was on the verge of approaching the Legendary level, was incomparably hot, and he was instead a little afraid to take it down.

But the other side had so many more... He did a very cryptic quick count and realized that there were twelve whole dragon teeth in that pile, and judging from this casual preservation, it was still very fresh material as if the other party had just recently slaughtered a dragon.

Dragonslayer?

Looking up, the wizard was about to say that he had just been joking when the man had stepped out of the tea room and leaped down the second-floor hallway.

A shriek from the front desk followed in the hall, followed by a glass popping all over.

"What are you doing!"

"Somebody, there's been a robbery!!!"

The wizard rushed out to stop the yelling receptionist.

"Stop yelling and let him go."

Carrying the Knight's inherited sword, Eleazar looks back up at the wizard above him with a stunned look on his face and smiles faintly, then pushes open the glass door and walks out.

The needs of these transcendent families trapped in Celine's grueling continuity are surprisingly simple.

"Well, this side of things is all taken care of..."

After going back to the church to report for duty, and taking another day off to get his cursed armor needs met, it was another half-day train ride back to Daron City.

With no time for the Holy Maiden to meet, or even the Dragon Maiden to set up, Eleazar arrives first at the Knight's Manor.

"That's good, it hasn't changed a bit."

Standing outside the manor, Eleazar looks around idly for a moment.

At first, he was taken aback when he heard that the manor had almost been put up for mortgage auction.

Neither seemed to be at home and Witcher, who was about to go back, turned sharply to look up and lock eyes with the pigeon on the wall.

The pigeon, which appeared fat but had long since completely decayed inside, emitted a faintly unmistakable stench of decay, and in the neatly combed feathers on its chest, an eyeball stared silently.

"Corpses, transplants, spiritual hosts..."

"Mr. Finnian?"

After guessing that the two men might have learned of his visit, he stood at the entrance to the manor and waited for a while.

It didn't take long for the two brothers, who had finished their lesson, to appear at the end of the line of sight.

Finnian lifted the corners of his mouth to give him a slight nod and smile, while his brother was striding past without a second glance.

Looking at the knight who had ignored him, Eleazar moved his body forward.

"Angry?"

Fintan pushed him away with a grimace, "Which one are you?"

"Niinii~"

Finnian called out helplessly from behind him.

Fintan immediately turned around and lectured in a serious tone, "Finnian you need to be more accurate in looking at people in the future, don't be like your brother and try to get to know some unsavory people."

As he did so, he cleaved his hand to the steel sword Witcher had handed him and drew it to inspect it before buckling it to his belt and fastening it.

"I've brought gifts to see you guys~"

Eleazar followed up by bringing out the souvenirs he had brought back from Rune.

One side of a bipedal flying dragon's wing claw, with a small amount of transcendental activity left behind, should make for a very tasty dragon wing.

Finnian immediately pushed his older brother away with a wide smile.

"You're very welcome~"