To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 667

episode 667 wins heart (11)

as soon as the day dawned, ray drove the carriage straight away.

there is a village nearby, but it is a bit far.

it seemed to take two hours to arrive.

growl-!

to make matters worse, the ship clamors for not having enough food last night.

through long experience of homelessness, i have been able to effectively endure hunger, but being hungry is being hungry.

the speed of driving the natural wagon also increased.

“hey!”

let’s shake the reins and the horses speed up as if they understand the meaning.

following the wagon road, i was able to arrive at a fairly large village in no time.

people are crowded from the entrance, so it can be said that it is perfect for business.

“wow.”

after getting off the carriage, ete looked around with her mouth open.

it doesn’t reach the size of bilo village, but it’s certainly quite large here.

in addition, the quality of the products did not seem to be significantly lower than in bilo village, as the nearby vendors were selling high-quality silk.

ray, who had been sniffing at the faint smell of food wafting from here and there, parked the wagon nearby and entered the village.

“how long has this been?”

after becoming taesangdanju of the hafman merchant chamber, he had hardly worked.

besides, most of them became adventurers and worked as healers.

‘if i knew it would be like this, i would have polished the harp to get the gold coins.’

it became a problem that all the money in hand was entrusted with a slip to the upper half of the company.

all i have in my pocket right now is the guild card that harpman gave me, but i can’t sell it to earn a meal.

reluctantly, ray had to come up with a business method.

“shall we take a look around?”

“yes!”

ete replied cheerfully.

will i get lost in the crowd?

rey, who held her hand tightly, looked around meticulously.

fabric.

grain.

tableware.

the things they sold were different, but because of that, i found out that this village constitutes a fairly free commercial market.

bards gather on the streets to play, and the atmosphere where adventurers gather and drink alcohol even in broad daylight is quite comfortable compared to other places.

‘it’s a nice town.’

except for the proximity of the border and the distance, it has all the elements to be a center.

among them, ray approached a stall selling tableware.

as the young man approached, the stallholder rubbed his hands together.

“what plate do you want?”

“no. i want to take a look.”

he interrupts the merchant and carefully observes the tableware.

i don’t remember seeing her attire or the gray hair that is visible through her robes around here.

the vendor immediately realized that ray had come from another place.

“looks like a foreigner. my works can be counted here as well. for one silver coin, i’ll give you four.”

silver?

what kind of wooden tableware accepts silver coins?

ray shook his head.

“who buys tableware that is not of good quality and made of wood for silver coins?”

“my work is often bought by adventurers and mercenaries. it’s carved out of wood, but i’m the only one who maintains this level of quality here.”

the merchant said quite confidently.

surely.

the dishes were polished together.

usually, if you cut the wood yourself, it will have a rough side, but the merchant’s plate looks exceptionally smooth.

as if he had made up his mind, ray took a seat next to the stall.

“give me one too! just in case you need tableware!”

“then i’ll buy three!”

when they touched the tableware made of ironwood, they turned on the light in their eyes and rushed.

when one person bought it for three silver coins, the tableware was now priced at three silver coins.

after selling six to four people, 18 silver coins were quickly collected.

when the pockets became heavy, ray was also excited.

in addition, people around me started to pay attention to the untimely commotion.

“what is it?”

“they make and sell tableware out of ironwood.”

“by ironwood? you are a mysterious merchant.”

less than an hour later, the area in front of ray’s stall was filled with people.

“don’t push! there are enough plates! hehehe!”

the thought of eating luxurious meals with the money he earned naturally made him smile.

* * *

as the market became noisy, the courtesy merchant looked at ray.

then, unlike himself, he saw a crowd of people arguing to buy tableware.

‘how the heck...’

he is a madman trying to cut steel with a sword.

but why did so many people flock to it!

when i approached it once out of curiosity, the cutlery he cut caught my eye.

wide plate and fork.

there were only two types of tableware on sale, but he could recognize them.

the tableware in front of me was crafted by a master craftsman.

there are no traces of cutting, and rather, it is polished and polished, so it is a degree of perfection that cannot be imagined unless you have devoted your life to tableware.

moreover, they were not made with a carving knife, but were individually carved with a sword.

in shock from being hit in the back of the head, the merchant hurriedly dug into the crowd.

then, the image of ray sharpening the tableware caught my eye.

square- square-

the ironwood that has quietly surrendered itself is easily sheared away as if it were taking off its clothes.

is that all?

if you go through your hands once, you won’t pass it twice, so it only takes a little over a minute to make one plate.

if you look away for a while, two or three plates are made, so supply catches up with demand.

he tapped the floor and said.

“there is one last one left. i will start with five silver coins.”

“half dozen!”

“seven! i’ll give you seven!”

“pay me ten silver coins!”

at the sound of the last, people were impatient.

even if you buy it for ten silver coins and resell it, it’s your money.

the tableware placed in front of me was so attractive.

it wasn’t just those who hanged themselves.

those who believed that he would do business with me tomorrow too, bought their bodies and only noticed.

at that time.

breaking through the crowd, the merchant held out his hand and said.

“twenty silver coins. i’ll buy it for twenty.”

twenty.

ray’s eyes moved to him.

the merchant looked directly at him without avoiding his gaze.

unlike before, there was a pure passion that was untainted.

‘effort and enthusiasm are not the same. among those who strive, there are those who do not have passion, but among those who have passion, there is no one who does not have efforts. you should always have passion rather than effort when you pick up the hammer.’

derp’s words that i heard when i started making weapons in the past flashed through my mind.

when learning blacksmithing from derp.

seeing that her image at that time overlapped with that of the merchant, ray nodded without even listening to what others were saying.

“i’ll sell it for twenty.”