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Kapitel 4: Securing My Loot

I would love to just get on the carriage and drive it, but that would get me in trouble at record speed. What if they ask me where I'm from? I don't know a single settlement's name. I also must look suspicious to these rag-wearers with my high-quality apparel that is clearly not manufactured with methods available in such a primitive world. What's more, I can't even drive the carriage.

I take a glance at Mr. Merchant. It would be smart to take his clothes and equip them instead of my 21st century modern apparel but you will never catch me looting a corpse's bloody rags to wear them. Nope, zero chance.

Well, I did take the merchant's belt which also hoisted the sword's scabbard in the end. Holding the sword in my hand for who knows how long wouldn't be ideal.

Then I took the crate which held the textiles to where I was hiding while watching the scene. After thinking a bit I decide to take them even further away as I don't know if the guards or police or whatever it is they call them here, would investigate the surroundings. 

After some searching, I found a nice hole that was surrounded by bushes and other forest foliage. I grunt as I place the box down. It really is heavy. On a positive note, I discovered that my new body is much better than my old one, despite it being nearly identical at first glance. I regain my strength faster, I sweat less than I should. My back and arms which were hurting a bit from the strain of this laborious activity quickly regained their full vigor. 

Amazing.

The process takes about fifteen minutes per box, give or take a few. Every time I move back to the road I wait half a minute while still hidden to check if anyone is coming.

I put two wood figurines and two textile products, one hat and one glove, into my bag to take with me. I intend to ask for their worth in a bigger settlement. I hope I can find one today. 

Once I'm done I place some fallen leaves and branches on the boxes for good measure. Sadly I don't have a shovel to bury them with dirt. I can only hope no one finds my valuables.

[Thief lvl 1 → 2]

Oh! Nice, I got a level up. It didn't appear when I took them off the carriage, only once I secured them in a hidden spot. It is then safe to assume that simply stealing stuff is not enough, I need to secure my new loot. Of course, that is if I wish to level up my Thief class. Stealth is OP and, well, I'm very happy to steal from the undeserving rich, I'm somewhat of a Robin Hood after all, without the redistributing to the masses part. I would certainly rather be a thief than a farmer or construction worker.

For one final time I return to the carriage. I pick up the guard's spear and upon closer examination I realize that his helmet is still usable and, most importantly, spotless. I strap the helmet onto my head, feeling a slight comfort knowing I have some barebones protection now. It's not a perfect fit, but it will have to do. With the spear in hand, I look around the scene one last time. The blood on the ground is already attracting flies, and the forest is eerily quiet.

I need to move quickly. I don't want to wait in this shady place any longer than absolutely necessary.

I decide to remain hidden in the forest and travel through the trees rather than walk on the road, moving slowly and cautiously. My goal is to find a settlement where I can assess the value of my newfound items and possibly purchase some essentials. The sun is still high up in the sky, so I should have enough daylight to reach one such place. Unless the sun itself works differently in this strange land...

The brutal reality of this world serves to provide a very grim contrast to my previous life. Yet, there's a part of me that feels an immense amount of excitement. The strange feeling my new primordial body provides me combined with the mystery of this world's intricate game-like mechanics, and the potential to become an incredibly powerful individual - all of it combines to create a sense of purpose I've never felt before. This is exactly what I have been wishing for for years. What I was so greatly missing from my mundane life.

After a couple of hours of walking, I spot a large, imposing structure in the distance. As I get closer, I realize it's a town, fortified with sturdy walls. It looks well-defended. I slow my pace down to a complete halt, deciding it would be best to observe from a safe distance before making any decisions.

I find a hidden spot in the forest where I can watch the town without being seen. The town is overflowing with activity; I can see people moving in and out of the gates one after the other and many guards are patrolling the walls. It's a lively place, but also intimidating for someone like me who knows little about the world and has no established identity.

I spend hours observing while my mind is busy racing with possibilities. What kind of story should I come up with? A wandering traveler looking for work? A displaced villager seeking refuge? Perhaps I could pose as a simple merchant, though my lack of goods and experience might give me away instantly. The town is big enough that blending in should be possible, but I need to be careful.


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Kapitel 5: I Knew It Was Too Good To Be True

With the sun sinking below the horizon, stretching shadows across the forest and town, I realize it's time to act. Equipped with the guard's spear held in my hand and the helmet fastened tightly on my head, I emerge from my hiding place. The strong walls of the town appear larger and more threatening the closer I come to them.

I cautiously advance, hugging the tree line until I reach within a few hundred meters of the gate. From this distance, I see the guards switching shifts. Perfect. The transition period means they're less attentive, more focused on their own routines than on a lone traveler approaching.

I feel my heart beating fast as I approach the gate, attempting to seem harmless. The guards talk to each other without paying much attention to me. I clear my throat and raise my hand in a friendly wave.

"Evening, traveler," one of the guards calls out, stepping forward with a lantern. "What brings you to Aldoria?"

'Aldoria,' I think, good to know the name of the town. "Good evening," I reply, keeping my voice steady. "I'm a wandering traveler, seeking work and a place to rest. My name is Quinlan."

The guard eyes me suspiciously but nods. "You're not the first opportunist migrant-wannabe we've seen today. Where are you from?"

I conjure up a rather relatable story; "I come from a small village far to the north. My older brother inherited everything, and after a big fight, I decided to leave and seek my own fortune. I've been traveling the country since then, stopping at settlements along the way. A few days ago, I was told Aldoria is a good place to find work, so I decided to try my luck."

The guard seems to accept my explanation, albeit grudgingly. "Fair enough. We could use all the help we can get. Head on in, but don't cause any trouble."

No entry fee? Unexpected.

Just then, another guard grabs my shoulder. "Excuse me, sir, my comrade is new. He used to work as a knight but got demoted for 'bad conduct.' He forgot to tell you first-time entries must pay a silver coin, which grants you a lifetime certificate of free entries. Of course, unless you become a merchant."

… I knew it was too good to be true.

"One whole silver? Isn't that too much?"

He looks at me with dissatisfaction. "It is what it is, my good sir. I don't make the rules nor am I willing to bend them for you."

I nod reluctantly. "Before I pay, can you tell me how the wages are in the city? I don't want to part with a silver coin just to face harsh living conditions."

"Last I checked, a construction worker earned about 50 bronze coins for a day's work. My friend runs one such company, I can tell you the directions if you wish. He has a good name; you won't find a more fair employer."

Hauling bricks for 12 hours earns that much? I really want to ask how much bronze a silver coin is worth. I hope it's ten and not a hundred. I have an inkling it's a hundred. Though I don't dare ask, it would instantly blow my cover.

"Can you tell me how much a loaf of bread is, a meal, and a room for a single night in an inn?" I ask, trying to gauge the currency values without sounding out of place.

He grunts unpleasantly. "A loaf is about 2 bronze. A meal, 10. A room, between 10 to 30. Less if you sleep in the stables."

He's saying 10 bronze, not 1 silver- my fears are confirmed. I have 24 bronze and 2 silver coins if I pay the entrance tax. Should be enough to get by for a while.

I don't press further; guards are trained to sniff out trouble. I pay and receive my certificate. It's not a parchment but a touch on my hand. After which, I get the notification,

[Lifelong personal entrance permit to the city of Aldoria received.]

They then informed me that I only needed to present my arm, and a guard would use an artifact to scan the entry permit in my system. I wondered how many people lose their certificates and pay this exorbitant entrance fee multiple times, but it seems they found a neat solution as you can't exactly lose this type of permit.

I really shouldn't underestimate the inhabitants of this world just because they seem to be behind in technological advancements compared to modern Earth.

...

[A/N: Apologies for the shorter chapters at the beginning of the novel. Upon re-reading, I've decided to cut some content to make the story flow better.]


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