Apparently, the stern woman from earlier was named Mrs. Smith, the owner of the largest grocery store at the intersection. Everything was there, from food to household items, gardening tools, and even swords and bows! I couldn't understand if she actually sold them or if they were just for display.On the other shelves, I saw rows of bottles containing medicines similar to potions in Swinggelir. Without warning, I already missed my military profession in that world!Now I'm carrying fertilizers to the cart pulled by a tall black stallion. I don't understand why Solace chose this world and this profession for me! I've already had a tough life, and now he's giving me another tough life!"Hurry up, don't be slow. Time is money!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, fanning herself with a paper fan.I lifted the last sack and it was done. Actually, this was much easier compared to hunting, but if I could choose, I'd rather keep hunting because it's much more enjoyable and I wouldn't be yelled at and sta

After the fuss was over, people went back to their usual activities. No one cared, nor did anyone want to defend a little girl being made fun of by a grown man. Just thinking about it makes me angry. However, the most important thing now was Celine who was sitting beside me with her head down. We were now sitting on the side of the road. She hadn't said anything since earlier and was noticeably avoiding me. I'm not good with children, in fact, I don't think I've ever been interested in or cared about children in my entire life. I took a deep breath and reached into my pants pocket. "This is for you, they say sweets can improve your mood," I said as I handed her a strawberry-flavored candy I had bought earlier. Celine lifted her face slowly, her neck-length black hair covering the front part of her face that was still bruised. She looked at me several times as if to confirm that I was really talking to her. "Here, eat it. I already ate earlier," I said reassuringly. Finally, the th

All night I couldn't sleep well even though my body was very tired. Since my hut was only made of plywood and bricks, all the noises from the neighboring houses could be heard. I'm sure Celine's mother was drunk because she was babbling incoherently, accompanied by Celine trying to persuade her mother to calm down. This also seemed to be a common occurrence, as none of the neighbors protested or intervened. I was really close to going to their house and stopping the mother's treatment of Celine, but I had to know the situation first. To be honest, I was still hesitant about my current mission. I didn't have the trauma of an abusive mother, but I knew what it was like to live in poverty and have to raise a child alone. I was lucky that my mother didn't turn out to be temperamental, but I realized that my mother's life was also very, very hard, and I sometimes felt that I was the source of all the problems in her life. Therefore, I covered my ears tightly so that the voices wouldn't

Celine sat by the small drain, hugging her knees with a sad face, her hair disheveled and tangled as if it had never been combed. There were scrapes and bruises on her hands and legs from the fall earlier.Approaching her, I carried two delicious grilled fish skewers. Celine noticed my arrival and furrowed her brows in confusion."Sometimes things like that happen when you're working, don't dwell on it too much," I comforted her. I handed her one of the fish skewers, but once again, Celine just looked at me without intending to take it."You must be hungry after work, eat first. If your stomach is full, you'll have the energy to work again," I continued. Finally, Celine accepted the fish and began to eat it very slowly.I also enjoyed my meal, and it was no wonder Mr. Nick's stall was always crowded! The grilled fish was indeed delicious!Several stall employees passed by, heading to the back where there was an ice warehouse. They looked at me with hostility, for whatever reason, perh

"This rifle has a three-bullet slot, perfect for hunting without the need to reload after each shot. Look at this scope; you'll be able to see clearly within a radius of several kilometers," I explained a rifle to the young man who was now peering through the scope with one eye. He then aimed the muzzle of the rifle at me, reflexively causing me to step back in surprise."That's dangerous, lad. It seems you've never handled a rifle before," I asked. The young man bowed his head in embarrassment."Yes, usually I only hunt in the forest near my house, and there are only wild chickens there," he muttered."In that case, how about this set of bow and arrows? It's made of high-quality wood, not easily breakable, and comfortable to hold, minimizing the chance of missing shots!" I then presented the weapon. The young man held it in awe, pulling the bowstring and nodding in approval."I'll take this one!" He then handed over a silver coin and left with his new bow and arrows slung behind his