The bustling Central Plaza.
Nolan walked down the street, and along the way, many pedestrians, noticing the Lesser Evil Spirit Dog, actively made way for him.
The questions from the middle-aged man in the Adventurer's Guild were not worth Nolan's attention.
When he took out those two bone chains of the Evil Spirit Dog to sell, he had already anticipated that someone would guess he had entered the Tob Great Forest.
But no matter how much they guessed,
the people of the Adventurer's Guild would never believe that the turmoil in the Tob Great Forest was caused by a human.
After all,
the mere disappearance of a large number of monster corpses was unimaginable for people in this other world who had no concept of spatial backpacks like item boxes.
Without even a trace, the premise for their speculation could not be established.
"The Vice-President of the Magic Caster's Guild, Belore Wannoff Grigori Botkin."
"Just saying that name, you know he's not easy to deal with."
Nolan felt a bit helpless, "I wonder if the Magic Caster's Guild has any magic items that can translate text."
It was already nearing noon.
Nolan simply found a lively tavern, ordered some food, and also hoped to use the tavern as a place where various rumors circulated.
To figure out if anything had happened recently.
He had long noticed that the atmosphere in "E-Rantel" wasn't significantly different from a month ago, yet the behavior of the city guards clearly indicated that something had indeed occurred.
Such a situation most likely meant that some matter had been suppressed by those in power.
If that were the case, then buying information at the Adventurer's Guild would be meaningless; it would be better to rely on rumors.
However!
Until he left the tavern, aside from eating a meal that was finally no longer the simple forest food for lunch, he gained absolutely nothing.
Magic Caster's Guild.
Clang~
The dark brown door opened automatically.
Nolan skillfully entered the guild, which was still quite deserted compared to the Adventurer's Guild.
The two staff members at the front desk were different from when he last visited.
The young Magic Caster was still there, while the other middle-aged Magic Caster had been replaced by another young Magic Caster, dressed in a light blue robe.
"No wonder the magic item for detecting monsters reacted; I thought it was broken."
"It's an Evil Spirit Dog, and a pup at that?"
A lively and surprised voice came from the light blue-robed Magic Caster.
The two spellcasters saw Nolan enter, and their attention was entirely focused on the Lesser Evil Spirit Dog, their faces filled with astonishment.
Soon.
Another young Magic Caster in a black robe, seeing Nolan's appearance, remembered that this was the person who had come to buy magic scrolls a month ago.
After all, he had only seen pure black hair that one time, and the impression was undoubtedly profound.
"Are you here to buy magic scrolls again?"
The black-robed Magic Caster asked.
"Not this time, I want to buy a magic item." Nolan walked to the counter and spoke softly and gently.
Most of the magic scrolls sold in the Magic Caster's Guild were for auxiliary purposes, and Nolan currently had no interest in them.
The only thing that concerned him was the life magic that could increase his tier.
However, after life magic increased in tier, there were always certain issues, and with limited skill points at the moment, Nolan temporarily had no plans to purchase it.
Magic item?
Both the black-robed Magic Caster and the blue-robed Magic Caster showed surprise in their eyes.
Magic items were very expensive.
Judging from Nolan's current attire, they didn't think he was a wealthy person.
"Do you have any magic items that can translate text?" Nolan asked again.
"Translate text?"
"Who would make such a useless magic item!"
"Besides, even if magic items are amazing, they can't do everything!"
The blue-robed Magic Caster suddenly raised his head and spoke loudly.
The young man in the black robe quickly reached out and pulled the blue-robed Magic Caster's sleeve, then awkwardly said to Nolan, "I'm sorry, we don't have the kind of magic item you're talking about here."
Nolan glanced at the excited blue-robed Magic Caster, then calmly nodded.
It was as expected.
He remembered that Sebas, one of the Guardians of the "Great Tomb of Nazarick," had a pair of glasses-type magic items that could translate text.
Their tier seemed to be high-grade items.
The magic items created by humans in this world didn't truly interest Nolan much.
"Oh, right."
Nolan's tone shifted, as if he had remembered something, and as he pulled out a white piece of paper from his embrace, which glowed faintly and looked very tough, he spoke:
"Excuse me, do you accept magic materials like this paper here?"
Under the illumination of the perpetually glowing cylindrical light above, the pristine white paper subtly flashed with a faint, obscure white magical light.
Originally, one of them showed displeasure, and the other wore a professional smile with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, but both were immediately captivated by the paper in Nolan's hand.
"How many do you have in your hand!"
"We'll take them all!"
The young blue-robed Magic Caster suddenly leaned forward, his expression somewhat agitated, and he unceremoniously snatched the paper from Nolan's hand, quickly speaking as he examined it closely.
Hm?
Nolan's eyes flashed; it was a bit unexpected.
According to the information from "Item Appraisal," this paper, made with second-tier magic, could preserve written text for a hundred years.
Perhaps it was indeed somewhat precious.
But it shouldn't make the blue-robed Magic Caster in front of him act so agitated.
"It completely meets the standard."
The blue-robed Magic Caster averted his gaze from the white paper, looked at his companion, nodded vigorously, and spoke in a low voice.
The look of surprise on the black-robed youth's face deepened.
"I remember you're a faith-based magic chanter, right?" The black-robed youth turned to Nolan.
"That's right." Nolan.
"Who made this paper? I'm sorry, we currently need a large quantity of this paper. If the creator is willing, we can purchase it at a price of 1 silver coin for 10 sheets."
The black-robed youth spoke earnestly.
Second-tier papermaking could produce 700 sheets, and at this price, a casual expenditure of magic could yield 70 silver coins, which is 5 gold and 5 silver.
Nolan was a little surprised.
If he made some every day for a month, his income alone could exceed 160 gold coins, easily achieving financial freedom.
"No need for that, I made it." Nolan waved his hand.
"You?"
The black-robed youth was stunned.
Even the blue-robed Magic Caster, who had been studying the paper, raised his head to look at Nolan.
"Impossible!"
Among the two, the black-robed young man, who usually appeared more composed, suddenly let out a somewhat sharp sound.
"A month ago, you clearly bought a zero-tier "Papermaking" scroll here."
"If you mastered "Papermaking," why would you spend money to buy it!" The black-robed youth's emotions were unusually agitated.
That visible arrogance and hostility were revealed.
Nolan's gaze turned cold, the icy aura of a month of slaughtering goblins and monsters in the jungle emerged, and his eyes, half-covered by his uncombed hair, were revealed.
"Is there a problem?"
He looked at the black-robed youth with emotionless eyes, speaking coldly.
"You, you…"
The black-robed youth shivered, his neck inexplicably feeling cold, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
Immediately after.
"Do you know where this is!" The black-robed youth realized the awkwardness of being scared just now, and his expression became somewhat distorted, turning into furious embarrassment.
"Enough!"
The blue-robed Magic Caster, who had just been displeased with Nolan over the magic item issue, now spoke sternly.
"Albert, was what you just said true?" The blue-robed Magic Caster looked earnestly at the black-robed youth.
"What, what, true?"
The black-robed youth was caught off guard by the sudden question.
"I understand."
The blue-robed Magic Caster turned to Nolan, "Please wait a moment, Your Excellency."
After speaking,
he hurriedly ran towards the Magic Caster's Guild stairs.
For a moment.
Only the black-robed youth and Nolan remained in the entire hall.
The atmosphere became somewhat strange.
The black-robed youth's face was slightly pale, and he turned his head, no longer looking at Nolan.
Nolan, on the other hand, grew increasingly curious.
It seemed that "Papermaking" held a secret he wasn't aware of.
He didn't have to wait long.
Accompanied by two sets of footsteps echoing on the stairs.
The blue-robed Magic Caster carefully followed behind an old man dressed in a plain, gray magic robe.
If one looked closely, they could see that the gray magic robe had several patches, clearly indicating that it was not a magic item.
This old man had white hair, a blank expression, a face so wrinkled it resembled creases on a book page, and his entire face was taut.
He gave off a feeling of being not only difficult to approach but also very rigid.
"Teacher."
The black-robed youth, seeing the old man appear, hurriedly and flusteredly stepped forward to offer support.
However, the old man simply waved his arm, ignoring the black-robed youth, and despite his apparent age, his steps were very firm.
He first glanced at the paper on the counter, then raised his head to look at Nolan.
"Are you from the Slane Theocracy?"
The old man's voice was cold, and he looked at Nolan's black hair with half-closed eyes.