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"Fern, did something catch your eye?"
Frieren watched Fern look towards the antique stalls laid out on the ground.
She thought Fern was curious about something.
She immediately took Fern's hand and walked over.
"Mistress Frieren, I just..."
Fern pursed her lips, wanting to refuse.
But Frieren, who had arrived by the stall, was already squatting down.
She was curiously examining an old-fashioned vase.
"How much is this?"
"Madam, you have excellent taste. This vase is from the era of the ancient Empire!"
"I even have a certificate of authenticity here!"
Gazela smiled and handed the vase to Frieren.
At the same time, he held up his hand and showed a number with his fingers.
"Four silver coins?"
"It looks pretty good too."
Frieren examined the vase in her hand and looked back at Fern.
"Fern, what do you think?"
"Mistress Frieren, I don't think our travel expenses should be spent on things like this."
Fern said tactfully.
Originally, she was curious about why the young stall Boss in front of her was so generous as to give a gold coin to a beggar.
Now, her attention was completely drawn back by Frieren's readiness to spend lavishly.
"But I think it's fine."
Frieren quietly gazed at the vase in her hand.
She couldn't bear to put it down.
She really liked old objects.
Especially old objects that had a sense of history, just like herself.
Frieren could always recall fond past memories from them.
"Well..."
Fern pursed her lips.
She nodded helplessly.
At the same time.
She took out a gold coin from her exquisite small black purse, about the size of her palm.
"Oh no, Madam."
"This is an item that is hundreds of years old."
"As a product of a distant era, it is completely worth this price."
Gazela was still holding up his fingers.
But clearly, he wasn't talking about four silver coins.
"Four gold coins?"
Frieren tilted her head.
After receiving Gazela's affirmative nod.
Frieren looked at Fern pitifully.
"Mistress Frieren, absolutely not!"
Fern shook her head decisively.
Sentiment is fine, of course.
But you also have to consider your financial situation!
They didn't have much money left!
Not to mention spending every penny wisely!
But they definitely couldn't waste it like this!
The prices in the Imperial Capital were not cheap.
Especially after they changed their route and spent gold coins to take a merchant ship by sea.
Even just one gold coin was something they had to use carefully now!
After the detestable Demons occupied the sea route, they didn't prohibit maritime trade.
They just charged a toll.
They collected taxes per person.
One hundred gold coins per person.
Thinking of this, Fern looked at the dazed Stark beside her and couldn't help but puff out her cheeks.
She had clearly told Stark to disguise himself as cargo and hide in a crate.
But it happened to be when the Demons was checking the number of people.
Stark got seasick and fell out of the crate.
So Fern not only paid the head tax for three people.
She also paid an extra fine for tax evasion.
Fern found it hard to imagine where the Demons learned this business sense!
Just by collecting head tax from ordinary people like them, they were making a fortune!
But they also had merchant ship tax!
They taxed ships at a price of one thousand gold coins per ship!
They even gave a high-sounding reason.
You people going to the United Empire, which is currently fighting us, definitely have ill intentions.
But considering that we haven't started fighting your country yet.
We will let you off this time.
Pay the money and you can live.
"Fern~"
Frieren called out, feeling a bit down.
Her two ears were noticeably drooping.
"Four gold coins!"
"Boss, we'll take the item."
Fern was startled when she saw Frieren like this.
She quickly paid and hurried back to their lodging with the elf.
"Huh?"
This made the dazed Stark beside them scratch his head in confusion.
However, Stark quickly followed obediently after Fern turned back and glared at him.
This time, the group wasn't staying in an inn.
Instead, they were staying at a stronghold of the Continental Magic Association in the Imperial Capital.
"Did something happen to you?"
Falsch, who was drinking hot tea, looked at the three people who had rushed back in a flurry.
He looked at the three of them strangely.
He couldn't help but ask.
However, Fern clearly didn't want to tell Falsch.
"Nothing."
Fern gently shook her head.
After she finished speaking.
Fern left Stark and the confused Falsch behind.
She took Frieren into the room.
"Fern, I feel so uncomfortable."
Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Frieren's face.
She spoke, looking very uncomfortable.
"I know, Mistress Frieren."
"You lie down first, be a good girl~"
Fern nodded helplessly.
At the same time, she gently settled Frieren onto the bed to lie down.
According to what Mr. Heiter said.
This should be Frieren's special period arriving.
It always comes once every ten years.
"I want to see that vase."
After Frieren obediently lay down.
She didn't forget to ask for her precious vase.
"You rest first, I'll go get you a basin of hot water..."
"No!"
"I want it now!"
Frieren's small face was full of stubbornness!
"Mistress Frieren..." Fern frowned slightly.
Her beautiful purple eyes stared at Frieren.
"Fern, you're the best."
"Let me see it."
Frieren's tone softened slightly.
But it was clear.
She wouldn't give up until she got her vase.
"Alright, alright."
Fern was helpless.
She gave the vase to Frieren.
She herself took a wooden basin and went out the door to get hot water.
Really, Frieren is completely like a child!
When she herself was going through that, she still had to take good care of them.
But Frieren still needed her care...
Complaining.
Fern walked out the door.
"Vase..."
"Hehe."
Frieren played with the vase in her hand.
She couldn't help but smile happily.
However, when her hand touched the bottom of the vase.
Her entire being, clearly, froze.
"You mean Mistress Frieren became withdrawn?"
Stark listened to Fern speaking, finding it hard to believe.
After all.
What relationship did Frieren and 'withdrawn' have?
He had only heard of Frieren the Slayer.
He had never heard of a withdrawn Frieren.
"When I came back after getting the water, Mistress Frieren was squatting in the corner drawing circles."
Fern said with a helpless, dejected look.
"Should I go take a look?"
Stark bravely opened a crack in the door.
He was immediately hit by Frieren's resentment!
"Get out, all of you! Get out!"
"Ow!"
Frieren shouted angrily.
At the same time, she flailed her arms and legs, throwing things towards the door.
Pillows, hair clips, and even the little boots that should have been on her feet.
"That's truly terrifying."
After testing the waters.
Stark indicated that he also had no solution.
"This is really frustrating..."
Fern sighed.
Then she suddenly noticed that Falsch was gone.
"Speaking of which, where did Mr. Falsch go?"
Just at this moment.
A tired figure entered from outside the door.
"He should have gone to perform a task."
Sense, whose eyes showed fatigue, walked in and casually answered Fern's question.
"I just ran into him."
"Speaking of which, what's wrong with Frieren?"
Sense looked curiously at the closed room door.
She looked at Fern.
"Please go in and see for yourself."
Fern smiled wryly, then shook her head.
The door opened.
The door closed.
Sense, looking exhausted, walked out of Frieren's room.
"So she's angry because she bought a vase from last week."
"But that's no reason to say I smell of blood..."
Sense said glumly.
She then brought her smooth, long golden hair closer to Fern.
"Fern, smell this."
Fern's cheeks turned slightly red. She gently picked up a strand of golden hair and lightly smelled it.
"Is there?"
Sense asked curiously.
"There's a fragrant scent."
Fern replied, her face red.
"See? I told you, I washed thoroughly before coming back."
Sense glanced resentfully at Frieren's door.
Then she helplessly half-lay on the sofa beside Fern.
"Once the information from Übel and Land arrives tomorrow..."
"Fern, you might also have to perform a task."
"Be prepared."
Sense reminded softly.
Then she completely drifted off to sleep.
A task?
Fern nodded.
She couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
This might be the first time she fought someone.
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