Combat Maid Harem

"N-no, I'm not scared."

Lawrend replied with a forced smile.

"You're not gonna fool anyone with that look on your face, 'Young Master'."

Aleshia emphasized the 'Young Master' part to tease Lawrend. She was feeling so great right now.

"..."

Lawrend had never thought that being called 'Young Master' would sound so irritating one day.

"Why don't we buy your magic spell, 'Young Master'."

Aleshia asked as she teased him once again.

"Okay…"

Lawrend had no choice but to just accept the current facts. It already happened and there was no escape, to begin with.

"This is a stall with many kinds of magic spells."

Aleshia led Lawrend to a stall farther away. It had a different vibe from the stall they bought from earlier. This one was very magician-like. It was filled with the feeling of magical mysteries and wonders.

There were many potions lined up on display. Scrolls of different ages are rolled on display. Some look tattered and others look brand new. Even a Magic Staff was being sold here. It could be said to be a fully-fledged magician stall.

"That's a lot!"

Lawrend exclaimed in amazement after seeing such a diverse variety of magician items. It was the dream stall of someone like him who wants to learn magic.

"See, you won't regret going here, Young Master."

Aleshia nodded her head in satisfaction after seeing Lawrend's amazement. Though it had a tinge of mockery in it.

"So how much for a magic spell?"

Lawrend ignored Aleshia and asked the man in the stall. The man was wearing a large pointed hat. There were a variety of different colored rings on the man's fingers which emitted a faint magical glow.

"100 gold for a beginner spell."

The man glanced at Lawrend and replied. He was writing on a piece of paper. The man glanced once again and did a double-take to look at the slime on Lawrend's arms.

"1-100?"

Lawrend felt his heart bleed hearing that amount. He was already down negative from Aleshia and the blood contract from earlier. Now, he even has to expend so much just for a spell.

"Can I get a discount?"

Lawrend smiled forcefully at the seller. His pocket would be strained more at this point. He still had to buy goods at Sheron Port City to sell in Lanika City. If he doesn't have any funds after that, then he would have wasted his time traveling.

"A discount?"

The seller raised his head and stopped writing. He looked at Lawrend like he just heard something interesting.

Lawrend nodded his head.

"If you can teach me something about magic that I don't know, I will give you one beginner spell for each magic element."

The man's expression was serious. After saying that, he continued writing.

"Ummm…"

Lawrend thought hard but the only thing that came up in his mind was the one in his dreams. He doesn't even know how to explain it.

Aleshia watched from the sidelines as Lawrend used every ounce of his brain to think of something. Alas, the only thing he knows is what he saw in his dream.

He gave up and just decided to try telling it to the man.

"I once saw electric magic come out of a black piece of string."

Lawrend spoke what he saw in his dream before. The seller raised his head in interest.

"Continue."

He urged him.

"There was a long stretch of black string and when it was cut, a huge arc of electric magic appeared in between them."

Lawrend explained what he could remember in his dream. He saw a young man wearing a thick glove and he cut the black string with a scissor attached to a pole. He couldn't understand why he was doing that, but he was amazed when he saw that dream.

It was so mysterious and unexplainable that he became sure that it was higher-tier magic.

"Hm. Interesting. Is that all?"

The seller asked Lawrend. It was something that he had never heard before and seeing the look on Lawrend's face, he could at least be sure that he wasn't lying.

"Y-yes."

Lawrend replied nervously. He wasn't sure if the seller would believe what he just said. It was after all, even ridiculous to him.

"Your story is worth at least one beginner magic spell. Here, this is a Beginner Lightning Magic Spell designed by the late Archmagician Klustervius."

The seller passed a scroll to Lawrend.

Lawrend's mouth was agape when he heard what the seller just said. Archmagicians are very powerful beings. They could intimidate whole kingdoms and decimate the land with a single spell. He couldn't believe that he just got a magic spell from that person.

Aleshia was surprised that Lawrend had something to say that interested the seller. Her first impression of the seller was a serious and studious one. He was like those crazy magicians that do anything just to pursue the peak of magic.

She thought that whatever Lawrend was saying was just bullshit. She never heard electric magic coming out of a string after it was cut. But it seems that this seller has seen more to it than she had.

"Thank you."

Lawrend thanked the seller. He was very happy with what he got. It was a beginner magic spell made by an Archmagician! It couldn't get any better than that.

"If you see more of that kind of stuff, you can find me here. I'll be willing to trade some of my merchandise for it."

The seller smiled faintly and passed Lawrend a piece of card with his information in it. Such as where he could find him, etc. In other words, it was his calling card.

"Got it. I'm just wondering, but where did you get all of this stuff?"

Lawrend nodded his head before asking the thing that was bothering him. It was unimaginable for the seller to have something that an Archmagician has made.

"I stole it."

The seller smiled widely. His broken teeth were all for Lawrend to see. Lawrend was frozen in place after hearing his reply. He kinda expected it but he didn't expect the seller to be so straightforward with it.

"I-I see. Let's go, Aleshia."

Lawrend stuttered as he replied before walking away with Aleshia. He suddenly felt guilty as he looked at the beginner magic spell on his hand. It felt like he was holding onto a hot potato.

"A black string that conducts electric magic... That's a great idea..."

The seller murmured to himself. He continued his writing, but this time with greater vigor.