Chapter 202: Strongest Mage. (2/2)

In that case—

”Since I made quite a bit on this mission, I should still have enough for those right? It would be a shame if I show up without them. I didn't think I'd be so busy that I'd forget to get them in the capital. Still, aren't things a lot costly these days? I still need to change my backup weapon. They've gotten so rusty I can't even pull them out of their sheaths, it would be bad if I were forced into a cover and can't rely on them. Umm... A low level magic sword might be best as they're not affected by rust even if I don't use them for years.”

However, Magical equipment and weapons were very expensive and hard to find. High level items could be so expensive that Berot could not afford them even though he made a lot more than the lowest ranking nobles as a high ranking Hunter.

In any case, the defensive gear and weapon he needed were not that expensive for someone like him, but they still cost as much as years of an average person's wages. Although he could afford it, his different upbringing than most allowed him to carefully consider everything when making such a costly purchase.

As he looked forward to his shopping, his eyes met those of the City's guards standing by the roadside for an instant, and his smile suddenly froze. While most city's discriminated against Hunters, Winged city was not like that but as a well traveled Hunter, Berot still felt nervous whenever he locks eyes with a guard.

Moreover, the guards' current demeanor didn't seem friendly at all and he felt like he might've done something wrong.

A tag team of a heavily-armored knight and a lightly-armored knight stood at the street corner, surveying the surrounding conditions as though keeping their eyes out for something or someone.

Everyone knew that the Hunter guild was in the vicinity, and so security was especially strict here due to the unruly nature of most Hunters. While he doubted that they would arrest people off the streets especially some as renowned as him, Berot could sense their gazes resting on the weapons at his waist.

As their eyes moved along and landed on the bracelet on his left wrist, he had thought that would be all and they would move on but it continued to scan him until their gaze rested on his face and Berot's heart skipped a beat as though he was a criminal.

The gods seemed to have smiled on him because the guards just compared his face to a certain list he assumed was a wanted list, and continued on with their work as they did not stop him neither did they look at him the same way the citizens did.

. This was because even though he was stronger than them, he was still a lesser demon and thus was looked down upon by the guards who were pure demons.

Still, his reaction had been strange for a popular mage and that was because he held a guilty Conscience at the moment.

'Pheww... That was close. Why did I let those girls talk me into hiding that job from the guild? I may be a demon now but I'm not that shrewd you know.'

He grumbled internally as he continued on his way. After walking down the street full of shops for a while, he had achieved most of his goals and restored on supplies. There was a well renowned shop that sold magic items but their prices were overblown and he didn't get anything there aside for scrolls and low grade potions.

He would get his items from his usual sources and he had a fairly accurate idea of how much they would cost. The only unpredictable items were the supplies and scrolls that changed prizes almost daily.

With a little mental calculation, he would have enough left to buy his comrades some very convincing souvenirs. He had spent a way longer time with his friends than he had anticipated so he had no choice if he wanted to appease them.

Today seems to be a good day for him as he found suitable items that had just arrived from the Far East so it was perfect. He quickly wrapped them up as he proceeded to the inn his party members should be staying.

Hunters always stayed closed to the guild for the sake of convenience and establishing connections with other Hunters. While there were a few inns around the Hunter guild, the best was the Duval inn so that's were high ranking Hunters like himself would usually stay.

Walking at a steady pace, he arrived at the massive inn pretty quickly and entered. The doors easily swung open as he rushed in hoping to surprise his friends who he had sensed were at the dinner.

However, as he hid his presence while rushing in through the doors before his friends could sense him. His legs suddenly tripped on a loose board as he stumbled into the hall and crashed into a young waitress who held a tray of drinks as she was busy with a order. His body pushed her down and the items she was holding crashed into him and spilled all over.

The heavy wooden and glass cups didn't hurt but the liquid had gotten into his eyes taking away his sight so he had to feel his way around. He attempted to get up without his vision when his hands suddenly grabbed something and he felt a certain soft and sinking sensation under his palms and instinctively squeezed what felt like a pair of large marshmallows.

His fingertips sank into the giant marshmallows and a light moan was heard. In an attempt to understand what was happening he continued his assault and the moan was followed by a high pitched shriek which told him that he may have just made a grave mistake and his face went pale.

”Kyaaaaah—!!!!! Pervert!”

”You dumb jerk!”

*BAMM!!!