Zorka Slavy : Rise of the Supreme Sorcerer

"Inigo, the heterochromia kid."

After the commotion settled in the market, Zorka was lost in thought for a moment. He was certain that the boy who became the target of the market guards had smiled at him, as if acknowledging that Zorka had protected him using the protective rune in the form of a transparent bubble.

However, he soon snapped out of it, captivated by the laughter of the two adults who had helped him yesterday. Especially Uncle Burt, who looked pleased because most of his merchandise had sold out. Only some low-quality fabric remained, unsuitable for clothing.

"Wow, wow, you're really lucky this time, Burt. Despite the unpleasant incident earlier, your goods sold well, leaving only the low-quality fabric," Tom praised.

Burt laughed; indeed, it was his lucky day. His merchandise, which usually took months to sell out, was gone in a single day.

"Maybe it's because of Zorka. I've never been able to sell fabric in such large quantities before. There's no special day, ye