Over the next few hours Neme worked like a mad man, running around the city of Orario.
First true to his goal was the selling of his dungeon loot.
Hundreds of thousands of valis entered his wallet, before he left the blackmarket behind, with a black marketeer smiling from ear to ear.
Neme was his golden goose, all he needed to do was have enough valis on him to purchase the kids goods, then take a 20 minute walk into the guild, and boom instant profit.
A merchants wet dream honestly.
Better than that, selling monster drops at the market price, allowed him to even sell directly to familia's for a higher price.
Walking away with hurried steps Neme flush with cash entered the open market.
His eyes scanning the stalls, beginner merchants and starter blacksmiths hawking their wares.
Most if not all the items were useless.
Simple cosmetic goods, or even apparel, but it was all to make one stand out not blend into the shadows.
Stall after stall he continued to search, until thankfully he managed to find something useful.
At a relatively large stall was a dwarf craftswoman, hawking daggers.
Specifically she was selling dozens of the exact same dagger.
No doubt these were the result of her training.
Only once forged she couldn't simply melt them down and begin forging anew to refine her craft.
I mean perhaps she could be endless forging without any income would result in running out of food, fuel, and likely rent money for the forge location itself.
Rather than haggling, Neme made a quick purchase, four daggers were bought up for a few thousand valis each.
Neme himself inserting the blades like throwing knives into a holster on his thighs.
I addition to the knives the free market, managed to purchase up some new clothes, nothing all to different from his usual wear, black cloak, pants, and shirt.
Only these would be disposable, ready to be burned to purge and potential evidence of a struggle while Neme would switch into new clothes a predetermined destination.
With his business at the Free market completed, his next visit was to a pharmacy, but any big ones wouldn't take a custom order from a nobody like him, instead he went to a previously well known pharmacy.
One that had recently fallen into receivership.
Blue Pharmacy.
Run by the god Miach, a god who was well know to fans of the anime, and years ago was a relatively big name in the potion making circles of Orario.
However due to an injury sustained by one of his children, God Miach spent everything he had, even going as far as releasing all his other familia members and taking on sizeable debt from his main competitor to fashion an artificial arm artifact for Naaza.
Walking into the Blue Pharmacy, Neme found himself face to face with that very former adventurer.
A twenty something year old Catkin beastwoman, stunningly beautiful save for the silver gleam coming off of her right arm.
The gleam coming from the light reflecting off of her metallic prostetic arm, the grand cost of God Miach who couldn't bear to see the young girl fall into utter despair possibly going so far as to end her own life.
The cost was great but it resulted in saving her life, though that cost came with a second cost.
Even with her life saved, Naaza walked away from the incident with a phobia of monsters.
Her days as an adventurer, were over, now she simply manned the potion shop on an off street, selling potions produced by her Patron god Miach.
The duo struggling month after month to make the rent, and interest payments on their loan.
So when neme walked through the door as a new face, Naaza's face brightened up her tail flicking left and right in excitement behind her.
"Welcome! How can I help you today?"
"… I need potions to eliminate scent"
"Scent? Not a common potion, we don't keep stock of something like that."
"So custom order? If so whats the price, and timeline?"
"Uh well we could probably mix up something like that as for the time a couple hours at the most, as for the cost, … well 30,000 valis?"
Thunk
Without needing to agree Neme simply tossed a coin purse onto the counter.
The pouch carrying fifty thousand valis.
Opening it up and seeing the coins within Naaza's face lit up once more.
"Thank you! We'll get started right away."
Without another word she grabbed up the pouch disappearing into the back of the store, into God Miach's compounding room.
Choosing not to do anything in the meantime, Neme for the first time in a good long while now took a seat in the reception area.
His eyes drawn to the door leading to the backroom.
His thoughts drifting off to his task.
Killing god Miach would be incredibly simple.
Hell he could get the god to off himself if he decided to hold Naaza hostage.
But even as he thought these increasingly dark thoughts, a light pulled him back up from the abyss.
Miach was obsessive yes, but it was a compassionate obsession.
He couldn't stand to see one of his beloved children suffering so, even to the extent of trading off or selling his other children to do so.
His divine heart may not be pure but his motives even skewed were pure.
As such, as a god that had not fallen from his plinth was not even a viable target in Neme's eyes.
To stain his soul with the divine blood of a divine innocent.
Was not something that Neme was willing to accept even if that choice came at the cost of his own life.
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Inside the concoction room, God Miach was underway brewing the desired potion.
Having been told of the custom order and halting his usual health potion creation, this one custom order would be equal to an entire weeks worth of sales for their regular potions.
Not only that but the god was smiling to think there was such an adventurer who would pay above the listed price for something.
The god, didn't care about his customer situation or the need for a scent removing potion on a rush order, he was more interested in securing the loyalty of this customer.
He might not request repeats of this particular potion, but if whatever trouble he found himself in was solved thanks to their potion, the young man would return to purchase all sorts of potions from them.
With the increased business the mountain of debt he had would be reduced even just one grain at a time.