# Chapter 74: 74
The man who seemed to be the auctioneer shook his head and spoke.
—Gorz, The night market is over! If you want to sell something, please come back at the next scheduled auction!
—So when is the next auction scheduled?
—How many times do I have to tell you so you remember? The next night market auction will only be set when there are enough items available that customers are interested in purchasing.
The auctioneer touched his beard and gestured toward the man named Gorz.
—And, Gorz, it's obvious what kind of item you brought. Is it another egg? Don't even try to sell it here, something so ugly. One or two of those items had been sold before just out of passing fascination, but have you seen any sold recently? It's just garbage that you know will rot!
—This time it's different!
Gorz, a bald mercenary in dirty clothes, approached the auctioneer and whispered in a low voice.
—This one is quite different. You'll know it when you see it. This is a very, very special item!
After sighing, the auctioneer responded.
—Well, okay, take it out then. I'll see it first.
-Hey? Oh, uh… I don't have it with me now.
The auctioneer looked at Gorz with an annoyed expression on his face.
"What nonsense are you talking now?"
—It's not here. I hid it in our headquarters.
—Gorz, are we playing now? You said I'd know it when I saw it. But you're not even going to show it to me here. Do I seem so naive to you?
—Hehe, it's too dangerous to bring him here. If you just give me an advance payment...
—This evil…
The auctioneer pushed Gorz hard in the chest, accompanied by a loud sound.
—Get out! You don't even have anything to sell here but you're asking me for an advance payment?! What bad luck! Don't look for me anymore! Ugh!
Staggering back after being pushed by the auctioneer, Gorz responded in an angry voice.
—You're going to regret this!
Wearing an eyepatch, a smaller man next to Gorz tried to calm him down.
—Look, I told you. It is impossible to get an advance.
-Shit! Luke, I told you we should have brought him.
—Gorz, that thing is so ominous. If we move it, we will be in danger!
It was right at that moment.
Someone grabbed the man by the back of his neck and whispered darkly.
—We caught you.
Gorz and Luke looked back.
There was Radis, dressed in a pretty dress and a fancy hat.
While looking at Gorz, Radis said:
—Damn brat.
Then, someone else put his hand on Radis' shoulder and said,
—We caught you.
Radis didn't need to look back to know who it was.
Yves sighed as he looked at Radis.
—Troublesome young lady.
Yves removed Radis's hand from the man's neck.
Then he said to Gorz,
—I'm sorry about that. Our young lady here is a bit of a troublemaker.
-That?
Luke immediately shut Gorz's mouth.
—Hehe, old man! We were the rude ones here!
-Be quiet!
—Shh, come on.
Luke whispered in Gorz's ear.
—I've seen that guy's ring! It's Marquis Russell!
—…….!
As Gorz and Luke fell silently, Yves quickly dragged Radis away.
—Radis!
—……
—I know it's a little surprising to see some ugly faces, but it's too much to say that someone is detestable just because they're ugly!
—That's not what I mean at all! That idiot...!
Radis couldn't say more.
He remembered that mercenary named Gorz.
He was a low-level criminal who played a decisive role in why Radis had such a negative perception of all mercenaries.
The leader of the Kingsnake Mercenary Guild, Gorz!
Gorz was a horrible villain who lured small monsters to attack villages, only to then be hired to save them. After his method was discovered, he became a wanted criminal.
But years passed before Gorz was indicted.
At that time, no one knew Gorz's evils.
While patting Radis on the shoulder as if trying to comfort her, Yves handed something to Radis.
—Here you go.
It was the 110 thousand rupees rusty sword that was wrapped in cloth.
Finally, holding the sword, Radis exclaimed,
—Ah…!
—It's heavy, right? It's disgustingly heavy.
-Alright.
Radis caressed the rusty blade.
Seeing this, Yves looked at her with a bewildered expression.
—If you're going to take it to the mansion, put a note saying it's not trash. If someone sees it, they might try to throw it away.
Radis looked at Yves and said,
—What do you mean by trash?
From where he stood, caressing the rusty sword, he could see the backs of Gorz and Luke as they walked away.
It would be several years before Gorz became a wanted criminal.
Maybe Gorz was just an ordinary mercenary now.
However…
What ominous thing were they saying?
Those words made her think of something particularly unpleasant.
Valiz