“As you already know, Nabel, it works even if you were to put in something like barley.”
Although I inserted in bulk and only got one gold coin from it— Ainz added on in his head.
That was what spawned the plan to build barley fields outside of Nazarick, to grow them in bulk.
Using Golems and Undead would allow them to create a vast field. Of course, there were countless obstacles before reaching that point.
“I understand. Then I will proceed to buy them as soon as possible.”
“Right, but maintain your vigilance. There is no guarantee that you will not be attacked. If something happens… you understand what to do, correct?”
“Use Shadow Demon as a shield, abandon the notion of gathering information, prioritize my safety above all else and focus entirely on retreating. I will then move to the fake Nazarick built by Aura-sama, delivering false information to the enemy.”
“Correct. Prioritize your safety. Never take the roads that are easily assaulted or where there are no crowds. And even if humans talk to you or provoke you, do not cause them severe harm. I was quite shocked when that man begged me for help while crying, saying how he was only trying to hit on you. You must also control your bloodlust. I will not go so far as to tell you not to beat a pickpocket should you happen to run into one, but don’t take it too far. Also, refrain from calling humans insects. In other words, try not to injure or kill humans. We are the greatest adventurers, Momon and Nabel of Black, after all.”
While watching Narberal who seemed to show that she understood, Ainz thought over any other precautions that he may have missed then nodded his head.
“…Hmm. This should be enough. Then go, Nabel.”
Narberal bowed her head and left the room, the leather sack in tow. Ainz watched her back as she left and, despite not having lungs, sighed heavily.
“… The expenses only pop up when I don’t have any money. Damn it all.”
Chapter 3. Those who pick up, those who are picked up.
Translator: Sene9ty
Editors/Proofreaders: JcqC, Ferro, TaintedDream, Namorax, Skythewood, SifaV6, Storm Loki
Part 1
Mid Fire Month (8th Month), Day 26, 15:27
After escorting the old woman to her house, Sebas headed towards his original destination.
The place he arrived at was surrounded by wide walls.
Beyond it, he could see three towers, each five stories tall. None of the buildings in the immediate area reached as high as the towers, making them seem incredibly tall.
The towers were surrounded by several narrow, two-story buildings.
This was the headquarters of the Kingdom’s Magician’s Guild. They needed that wide berth of land in order to create new magic and nurture magic casters. The reason they possessed so much land despite receiving almost zero funding from the Kingdom was because they were the ones in charge of creating magic items.
Eventually, he spotted a sturdy looking door. The decorated wooden door leading to the two story building was left wide open, flanked on either side by numerous armed guards standing watch.
Without being stopped by the guards — receiving only a cursory glance — Sebas stepped through the doorway.
Beyond it was a set of wide, level stairs that led to another door connecting to a splendid, aged building made of white marble. That door as well was left open as if to welcome all guests.
Passing through that door led to a small entrance hall, and beyond it was the lobby. The tall ceiling of the hall was adorned with countless chandeliers that were lit with magic.
To the right was the lobby’s lounge, complete with numerous sofas where several magic casters seemed to be in the middle of a discussion. To the left stood a notice board, numerous adventurers and people wearing the robes of magic casters could be seen staring earnestly at the parchments nailed on the board.
Further inside, several young men and women sat behind a counter. All of them had the same emblem as the one hanging in front of the building embroidered onto their robes.
On either side of the counter stood a skinny, life sized puppet without eyes or a nose— a wood golem, reminiscent of a sketch. It was most likely used as security. Save for the guards outside, the reason that the guards inside the building were not human was probably so that the Magic Guild could appear unique.
Without missing a beat, Sebas steadily approached the counter.
The young man at the counter acknowledged Sebas and greeted him with his eyes. Sebas slightly nodded in response. The two were already familiar with each other because of his frequent visits.
The young man smiled and gave his usual greeting to the man in front of him.
“Thank you for visiting our Magician Guild, Sebas-sama. May I ask for the purpose of your visit?”
“I would like to purchase a magic scroll. May I see the list, per usual?”
“Yes, of course.”
The young man quickly placed a large book on the counter. He most likely already had it prepared when he saw Sebas walk in.
Made with rich, thin, white paper and a leather cover, it was a splendid book. Considering that the words were embroidered in gold thread, it alone would make it quite expensive.
Sebas pulled the book towards him and opened it.
Unfortunately, he could not read its contents. No, it would be more accurate to say that those from YGGDRASIL could not read them. Although he could understand their speech because of the strange rules of this world, written words were a different story.
However, his master had given him a magic item for this exact problem.
Sebas drew out a spectacle case and opened it.
Inside was a pair of glasses with a thin, silver-like frame. Looking closely, they were engraved with narrow letters— patterns. The lens were crafted from blue ice crystals.
As he put them on, the magic within them allowed him to read the words.
He quickly flipped through the pages with meticulous precision and suddenly stopped his hand. His eyes moved from the book and rested on a young woman who was sitting behind the counter, next to the young man. He spoke to her in a gentle voice.
“Is there a problem?”
“N-nothing at all…”
The girl blushed and lowered her face.