Chapter 320: Another Seika (1/2)

The vendor was stunned, but he didn't say anything as he took out an artifact and handed it to Arthur. Studying the item, Arthur furrowed his brows.

”Are there any genuine artifacts?”

”Hm? Customer, do you think I'm the Magic Vault?” The vendor furrowed his brows.

”The what?” Arthur was confused. The vendor shook his head and snatched the artifact back.

”I'm guessing you are travelers. You won't obtain a genuine artifact without the Magic Vault's permission. The King himself runs the vault, so unless you are a Knight or a Runes Master, I suggest you give up.”

”It's that strict?” Arthur raised his brows. ”What if someone wants to buy them?”

”Unless you're a Noble or an Aristocrat, you can't buy a genuine artifact. Are you buying or not?” The vendor seemed annoyed. Arthur pondered before standing up and leaving, allowing the vendor to resume selling.

”So, the kingdom has hold of all the artifacts?” This system piqued Arthur's interest. ”Is that how they keep their monopoly?

”Freda is a young kingdom. If not for King Solomon's artifacts, the nation would have collapsed. His subjects use the artifacts he created in war and their daily lives.” Gala answered. ”It's understandable that he doesn't want others to get hold of them.”

”This kingdom is a lot more interesting than I thought.” Arthur smiled. ”Let's buy some items.”

”We don't have any money,” Gala said. ”What you obtained for the dishes is all we have.”

”Is it a lot?” Arthur took out the coins the Lustful Rouge had given him and handed them to Gala. The witch peeked into them, and her eyes widened.

”So many gold coins, what kind of man is that rogue?” Gala muttered as she handed Arthur the money.

”A prodigal,” Arthur smiled. ”Let's go and buy ourselves some items.” He walked through the city, looking for a good shop to buy items he could inscribe.

As they looked through shops, Arthur was more disappointed by the second. The items were alright, but that was the extent of his evaluation. There was nothing special about them.

They were walking when a group came running through the alleys. Arthur looked at the enraged mob and wondered what they were after.

”Over there!” One of the men shouted as he pointed at another alley. Arthur glanced in the direction he pointed at and found a short, stout figure running away. ”Catch him!” The angry mob came running after the fleer.

”This city is vivacious,” Gala said in sentiment. ”I miss living on the streets and running away from angry men.”

”Why did they chase you?” Arthur asked without taking his eyes off the short man running in the distance.

”Well, I...” Gala was embarrassed. ”I had several affairs with their wives.” She said as if she was shy, but Arthur could feel the pride in her words.

However, his attention didn't leave the incident that just happened. He began walking after the mob at a brisk pace as the two followed after him.

”S... Seia! Where are you going?” Gala almost called him Seika in public but adjusted in time to call him a different name.

”Let's follow after them,” Arthur said without slowing down his pace.

”I expected the witch to get herself involved just for fun, not you,” Dia said beside him as she covered her head with the hood.

”Fun?” Arthur smiled. ”I think it's fate.” He said with an excited voice that the two didn't hear before.

They followed after the men until they reached another street. They overheard the sounds of fighting from one of the alleys, and the young man came flying and rolled on the ground in front of them.

”Pay up, bastard!” A roar came from the alley as an old man with a crooked nose came out. ”If you don't pay what you've cost me, I'm going to rip you to pieces! What kind of animal can't even use a hammer?

”You're the animal, old man! I told you, the materials were cheap!” The young man spat as he dusted himself and picked up a hammer that fell from his hand.

Arthur noticed that the young man's face was sharp, his eyes sinking deep into his face with thick eyebrows above them. He was shorter than Arthur by almost a foot, making him relatively short.

”You ungrateful halfling!” The old man was fuming. He was upon that young man in an instant, throwing a punch at him.

'Hm?' Arthur frowned. He teleported and stopped the old man's punch with his spiritual power. The old man froze in front of him as the young man behind Arthur tensed up.

”Old man, aren't you being too hasty?” Arthur smiled. ”That punch would have dislocated his jaw if it didn't kill him.”