The City of Runevard is bustling. Rows of luxurious buildings are set upon the inner city while in comparison, there are only stalls and small-time businesses in the outer city.

The shop owners of the stalls are pulling in their customers with the use of their eloquent tongue and exquisite sales talk.

Yamihr entered this battlefield which is called, Shopping District. His purpose for today is to spend his earnings on anything he wants.

Of course, his first pay went to Martha. It's a tradition, you see. Yamihr is paid whenever he does a Dismantling job and since every day, a lot of adventurers relied on the Guild's offer to dismantle monster corpse with a small fee.

Remembering that time when Yamihr handed his first pay to Martha, the corner of his lips turned upward as he smiled.

Martha was very surprised that she nearly went to tears. At first, she refused it saying that It was Yamihr's own hard work that he earned that and he should spend it however he wants.

In the end, she compromised when she saw the depressed and lonely look on Yamihr's face.

"Ohh! Bocchan! Come try these meat skewers! It's really good, I say!"

"Heh! Don't be fooled by that old man, boy. Try my grilled fish instead!"

"Who said I'm fooling my customers? My meat skewers are the best in Runevard, I tell you!"

"Hah! If it's the best, then why don't you have a single customer? It's so good that they want to preserve the meat skewers in your stall, eh?!"

"What did you say?! Look at your fish! It's all burned! What do the customers taste about that? Charcoal?"

A middle-aged stall owner endorsed Yamihr his meat skewers but was suddenly met with a sarcastic remark by the opposite stall owner.

The two stall owners butted each other as they competed for a customer. Yamihr opened his mouth to smooth things over.

"Please, calm your t*ts. I will buy both of your products so please don't fight and make a fuss."

"Hmm, If you are buying, then I don't mind ignoring this RUDE, OLD HAG!"

"Boy, I'll give you discounts so eat as much as you want! A boy should eat much to grow well! My fish are really good! Unlike the others who fool their customers to earn money! Am I right, SINGLE OLD DOG! DT!"

Veins popped up on the stall owners' faces whilst smiling with a dark expression. Even though Yamihr tried to smooth things over, they still couldn't get over the grudges of each other.

Ignoring the two who's head butting each other with a fiery atmosphere surrounding them, Yamihr tasted the meat skewers and the grilled fish.

Juices of meat poured on his mouth as he savored the taste of the meat skewers while taking a bite out of grilled fish simultaneously.

Yamihr closed his eyes as he tried to feel it's aroma and taste. A moment later, he came up with a conclusion.

"Yep, It's bland."

This world, Struve, they don't know what spices are. They only use salt and pepper to rub on the meat and fish. Only nobles have access to some spices and that's already a luxury for them.

'It seems like I have to do something about the spices so I can eat with satisfaction.'

'First, I have to get my hands on some herbs to make some spices. Yep, let's do that.'

Yamihr clenched both his fist, his face filled with determination. With a goal in mind, Yamihr is ready to set off into the forest to search for any herbs if any.

"Oh, that's right! Recently, Goblins started to ravage the crops of the farmers and kidnap women. What do you think, old man?"

Yamihr hammered his palm with his fist as he made a pomfing sound. He inquired about the old man's opinion.

"Goblins, huh? It's them again? Well, when I was in a village back then, they stole my crops. They really are a pest for the farmer. but still, to think that they would start kidnapping women… I guess it's to be expected from monsters?"

"What are you saying!? Goblins should be killed right off the bat! Now they threaten the powerless villagers. The Adventurers should cut off the trees by Its roots!"

The old man furrowed his brows when he heard the old woman again butting on their conversation. The Old man looks like he is hesitating but decided to tell Yamihr what's on his mind.

"You may think that the words I'm going to say are kind of heretical… You see, Goblins have a humanoid figure, they have their own life. Yes, they stole my crops back then but isn't it like the kids in the slum stealing food to eat? They were just struggling to live. What's wrong with that?"

"What are you saying?! Goblins are monsters! They should be killed! Didn't you hear that they kidnap women?! You're a fool! Fool!"

The old woman stall owner angrily berated the old man for saying his unexpected opinion about the Goblins. Now, they are head butting each other again.

"I see. Anyway, thank you for the food, old man, aunty!"

Yamihr said his goodbyes to the stall owner and waved his hands. He then continued his purpose as he went to the direction of the inner city.

Still, Yamihr looks unsettled as he keeps thinking about the goblin cases as he recalls the old man's words earlier.

"Hmm, 'Goblins', huh?"