While Takatsuki was still in the Dungeon, and Hestia had taken Fu Hua and Bronya to the Loki Familia, Kiana and Mei were also strolling together through Orario.
Although it was an adventurer's city, there were still many entertainment facilities here, because adventurers who experience life-threatening pressure also need to relax.
Things related to adventurers could all be found in Babel Tower, and outside of Babel Tower were places for adventurers to relax and rest. At the same time, some less formal shops were also opened in various corners of Orario.
"Why not just sell things directly at the Guild? Why come out to find black market shops outside?"
Kiana had a huge backpack on her back, and in the gap between the backpack and her body, she also carried a long object wrapped in gray cloth strips.
Experienced adventurers could tell at a glance that it was a huge sword-type weapon.
However, such attire was not uncommon in Orario, so it did not attract much attention.
"Because some things can be sold for a higher price in outside shops."
Mei also carried a bag, but it was much smaller than Kiana's, and around her, a girl who looked exactly like her but with red eyes and wearing a sailor uniform floated in mid-air, constantly moving through the crowd.
"What a backward world. Only these things called magic stone products are somewhat interesting."
Seeing the lightning element flitting around, even occasionally reaching out to use its power for pranks, making the surrounding passersby who couldn't see her look around in confusion, Kiana asked Mei, "Is this really okay?"
Although they were the same person, and the lightning element's personality leaned more towards that of a queen, in reality, the lightning element was more like an arrogant child.
Although she had the same memories as Mei, in fact, they were just memories. To her, they were simply things she knew.
"It should be fine."
The brief daily interactions during this period also allowed Mei to know what kind of person her other half was.
Simply put, she was a naturally noble queen, but in reality, she seemed somewhat naive and also a tsundere. Many words were just hidden in her heart, unwilling to be spoken, just like her.
Mainly... it was so good that the lightning element wasn't always thinking about destruction like Sirin.
The two eventually found a reclamation shop opened in Orario. Although it was called a black market, it was actually just a shop privately run by individuals or small Familias.
They were willing to offer higher prices for some materials, and of course, they would also purchase some black goods of unknown origin, for example...
This weapon is very strange. It feels like a magic sword, but it's not a magic sword.
In a private equipment shop, a portly shop owner wearing goggles was touching an ice-blue short sword on the table in front of him through his gloves.
"How is it! Although it's not a magic sword, this sword has the power of frost, and it won't break after a few uses like a magic sword. It's worth at least five hundred thousand, right!"
A brown-haired girl with dog ears, wearing a cloak, leaned on the counter and said.
The fat-headed, big-eared shop owner glanced at the girl in front of him and slowly uttered a number: "Five thousand Valis."
"What! How can it only be worth five thousand!"
The girl, hearing the price offered by the other party was completely different from her expected price, immediately became agitated.
"This weapon clearly isn't a magic sword. It must have just been forged with special materials. Aside from the materials, it has no value, and having it forged into a weapon has lowered its value."
The shop owner said slyly, but even a blind person could tell that he was clearly hiding something.
"I'm not selling it!"
The girl tried to snatch the sword back, but she couldn't retrieve the short sword pressed on the table from the other's hand.
"You've already brought it here, how can you say you're not selling it anymore?"
The shop owner slowly brought his shiny, large face close to the girl and whispered, "And how you got this sword, I don't think I need to say anything, do I?"
The guilty girl was immediately intimidated by the other party. Just as she was struggling with whether to give up, a voice suddenly came from the side.
"Hey, hey, are you just going to fool a little girl like that? Shop owner, that's not good, is it?"
As the words fell, the fat-headed, big-eared shop owner felt the sword that he had been pressing down on suddenly being pulled out by someone.
The strength he had built up with his weight was completely unable to hold it down.
"Oh! This sword! How amazing, how did you do it!"
The red-haired young man looked at the ice-blue short sword in his hand with an expression of astonishment: "Hey! Is this sword yours! Would you sell it to me!"
Seeing something he was about to get snatched away, the shop owner immediately became furious: "Hey! This is my stuff!"
"It's not your stuff yet, is it? After all, this little girl hasn't agreed to sell it to you yet."
The shop owner leaned over the counter, trying to snatch the sword back, but the red-haired young man turned around, and the wooden box on his back blocked the shop owner's grasping hand.
With a slackening of his shoulder, the heavy toolbox pressed down on the shop owner's hand, making him cry out in pain.
"Little girl, you don't want to sell it in this shop anymore, do you? How about we talk outside?"
The girl looked at the wailing shop owner, then at the red-haired young man in front of her, and nodded.
The fat-headed, big-eared shop owner was clearly no match for the young man, who was a blacksmith. He could only watch as he took his easy prey and left his shop.
After they went outside, they found an alley at a street corner and stopped: "To be honest, I want to know, where did you get this sword?"
Hearing the young man immediately ask about the weapon's origin, the girl became wary.
But not minding the girl's wariness, the young man continued, "My name is Welf Crozzo. I'm very interested in the forging craftsmanship of this sword. If you know who forged this sword, that would be best. If not, you can tell me the original owner of this sword."
"Crozzo... Is it that magic sword!?"
The girl immediately realized the identity of the person in front of her when she heard the young man's name, as the name of the family that forged magic swords was quite famous in Orario.
"Ah, yes, so can you tell me now."
Welf seemed somewhat displeased that the girl recognized him, but he still didn't forget his purpose.
"If it's that sword, it's ours."
As the two were talking, two figures walked into the alley from outside, as if they knew the two were making a deal there.
"Who are you? Why do you say it's yours?"
Welf asked, looking at the purple-haired and white-haired girls in front of him.