My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Simple Items
Asher glanced around for a moment before turning back to the dogkin worker.

“I’m looking to sell these…” He hesitated, trying to find a term for the magic scrolls that would be easier for the locals to understand. “Enchanted Papers. They’re spell-infused sheets you can use to cast… well, a spell.”

“Enchanted Papers?” The worker’s confusion was obvious. “I’ve never heard that term before.”

He half expected her to be confused; after all, it was a name he had made up on the spot. He had even kept it simple, hoping even someone stupid would understand how it worked.

‘I need to convince her,’ he raised his hand, muttering an incantation. A second later, a fireball formed in his palm.

It danced around his fingers, expanding and shrinking at will, a simple display of his mastery over the element of fire.

“A sorcerer!” the worker exclaimed, eyes wide with awe. “I’m sorry for not recognizing your greatness. Please, come with me to the second floor so we can have your item appraised.”

With a nod, he followed her. The other workers watched, envious of their co-worker for assisting someone of his status.

The wooden stairs creaked under his feet as he made his way up, his fingers brushing the smooth railing.

The air on the second floor was thick with the smell of herbs and old books. It was quieter here, with only a few people browsing shelves packed with rare and mysterious objects.

At the far end of the room, a large desk sat beneath a dim light.

Behind it, an older dogkin male studied a glowing crystal. His gray fur had streaks of white, and his drooping ears framed a face marked with wrinkles. He wore small round glasses on his snout, making him look like a scholar.

A faded brown vest covered his simple tunic, and ink stains on his sleeves showed he spent a lot of time writing. He held a magnifying glass in one hand and a pen in the other, scribbling notes on a piece of paper as he carefully examined the crystal.

Asher’s gaze shifted to the crystal on the desk. He sensed traces of magic, but its quality was so poor it wouldn’t even pass as a decoration in Index’s collection.

Considering how backward the magic in this region was, it would be hard to find anything worthy of his attention.

The female worker approached the desk first and gave a quick bow.

“Sir Brennar, we have a sorcerer here who wants to sell Arcane items.”

“A sorcerer?” The dogkin looked up from his work.

It wasn’t every day that someone of that status visited this shop; most people with that rank preferred stores affiliated with the academy.

In fact, most of the items in this place were nothing more than trinkets from travelers or treasure hunters.

Even the potions they sold were lower in quality but much cheaper than those from more reputable stores. Overall, this shop was popular with customers looking to save money.

“What do you have, Sorcerer?” he asked respectfully.

Asher reached into his pocket, pulling out the small stack of enchanted papers. He placed them on the desk for the dogkin to examine.

The appraiser picked up one of them and inspected it closely, his eyes scanning the intricate symbols.

“This is written in a different language,” he muttered, then looked up. “I’m sorry for my ignorance, but I haven’t seen symbols like this before. How does it work?”

“It’s a paper that I engraved a spell with; anyone could cast a fireball using it as a consumable,” he explained.

“What!” the appraiser gasped, his hands trembling. “Are you sure you want to sell such precious items to our store?”

“Why? What’s the problem with it?”

“No, no, Sorcerer, it’s more than enough. In fact, this type of item could be considered Gold Rank,” the appraiser stammered.

“Gold Rank?” Asher raised an eyebrow. Once again, his lack of knowledge about this world was becoming a problem. “I’m sorry, but could you explain more? I’m not really from around here.”

Brennar looked slightly confused that a sorcerer didn’t know such basic knowledge, but he didn’t dare question him.

Instead, he explained carefully. It wouldn’t hurt to build a good relationship with a sorcerer.

“Items are ranked from Copper to Diamond,” Brennar began, glancing at the enchanted papers.

“Copper is basic—just minor enhancements, common for travelers. Bronze items are a bit stronger, used by adventurers with some skill. Silver starts to get serious—used by seasoned fighters or sorcerers.”

He paused, eyeing Asher. “Gold Rank, like these, are rare and powerful. Only skilled enchanters or sorcerers can make them. They’re prized for their strength and uniqueness, and you’d be hard-pressed to find anything like them outside specialized shops.”

Brennar leaned forward, his voice lowering. “Platinum is almost legendary—items tied to great battles or ancient powers. Only the elite deal in them.”

“And Diamond?” Asher asked, still unsure.

“Diamond’s the stuff of myths. Items so rare and powerful, nations fight over them.”

Brennar paused, then added, “To see even a Gold Rank item in our shop is almost unheard of.”

“So, these are worth a lot, then?” Asher pressed. He hadn’t realized that his simple creations would be so highly appraised.

“Yes,” the appraiser nodded, not wanting to lie , knowing it could put his life in danger.

“So how much will you buy it for?”

Brennar didn’t answer immediately. “I need to test it first to see how strong it is.”

“Yes, go ahead,” Asher replied. “But when you activate it, throw it at me. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I see. How do I use this, sorcerer?”

“Just press your thumb on it. That should activate it,” Asher explained.

Brennar followed the instructions, and a ball of flame the size of two basketballs appeared in his hand. He was surprised he didn’t get burned, and he could also feel some level of control.

Asher had included a formula that not only protected the user from the heat but also granted the ability to control the fire for five seconds.

“Toss it to me,” Asher commanded.

The dogkin threw the fireball at him. As it reached him, it exploded, and for a moment, everyone present thought it would set the entire second floor on fire.

But he calmly extinguished it with a single finger, absorbing the flames as if they were nothing.

“This is a treasure!” the old man exclaimed. “You must have spent a lot of time and expensive materials creating this!” Brennar added, very impressed.

Asher scratched his nose, finding their reaction a bit over the top.

‘Is five minutes a long time? And is paper expensive in this world?’ he muttered to himself, puzzled.

In the end, he decided to go with the flow and nodded, letting the appraiser’s imagination run wild.

“Sorcerer, please follow me to the third floor to speak with the owner. This item is worth a lot, so it’s better if you talk to her directly.”

‘A woman again?’ he was a bit confused.

First Arya, now the owner here as well. It seemed this world had a habit of placing women in high positions.

Thinking back, even in the first town he visited, Nyra had been in charge.

‘Is it just a coincidence, or is this a cultural thing?’