Demi-human Race

Mel Carlo was no longer planning to continue speaking, but the little girl spoke up. Although they were around the same age, she addressed him with a respectful title:

"Mr. Mel, is what you're saying true?"

"Just call me Mel. Actually, I'm not sure myself, because as I said, the Claire I mentioned has orange-red hair."

"Father, if I join the Demon King's Army, will I be able to avenge Mother?" Claire asked her father.

"No, absolutely not. I have already avenged your mother," Freli firmly denied. He didn't want his daughter to become a traitor to humanity.

"But we're constantly hiding," Claire was still young and couldn't fully grasp many things.

The man remained silent, unsure how to answer his daughter. The enemy was indeed dead, but they were being hunted by a noble family, and there was a connection between this family and the nobility on the continent. They automatically protected their interests.

For money, or for some other reason, if they were discovered, they would definitely be captured.

So many years had passed, the pursuit might have weakened, but it was still possible to encounter them...

"I say, are you really planning to live like this forever? Have you learned about the Demon King's Army? What are they like?" Mel Carlo was very curious. Although in the game, demons and humans were natural enemies, demons were not monsters, and the two could not be equated.

Demons were more like another race with higher intelligence, just like elves and beastmen, like demi-humans.

"Of course. Claire and I have been to the borderlands, but it's still at war there, so we can't transport goods."

"Are there merchants doing business with the Demon King's Army?" Mel Carlo continued to ask.

There were always people profiting from war. As long as the demons weren't as chaotic as advertised, there was a possibility of trade. But if the demons aimed to exterminate humanity, then Mel Carlo felt it was necessary to help the humans of this world, unless he himself stopped being human someday.

"Hmm, I think there must be. Otherwise, with the demons' controlled territories, even if they cleared the entire region, they wouldn't have the resources to support such a long war."

"Mr. Freli, if you had the ability in the future, would you choose to do this kind of business? After all, it's pure profit, a highly lucrative industry. The Demon King's price would certainly not be low."

"I wouldn't..." The man was about to deny it but stopped. After a moment's thought, he scratched his head and replied, "It's hard to say. I haven't reached that level yet. If I really reach that level one day, my thoughts might change."

The noble class on the human side certainly hoped that the demons would implement a high-pressure extermination policy. This way, more and more people would hate demons. Unless all humans were killed, the demons could never unify the entire continent.

Mel Carlo chatted with him like this. It was good to build a little rapport, as he had a large batch of goods on him, goods that didn't exist in this world. If he were to sell those goods, he would need a reliable and stable merchant, or even a merchant guild.

If his own strength wasn't enough, just bringing out such goods for sale would definitely attract attention.

A new product suddenly appeared on the market, and it was selling well. Other merchants would definitely notice it, and then those people would start inquiring about the seller of this product, and then they would want to get involved in the profit.

Whether he wanted to be upstream or sell it himself to earn pure profit, he needed to establish himself in this other world first.

"Mr. Freli, will you continue to be a merchant?" Mel asked again.

"Yes, traveling on this continent, there's nothing more suitable for me than being a traveling merchant."

"If your strength is great enough, or if you have your own merchant guild, I have some high-value goods I can give you," Mel Carlo revealed his information.

Freli merely looked at Mel, who was empty-handed, with confusion. Mel Carlo didn't seem like he could carry more goods. At most, he had a wallet with one gold coin and some silver coins.

He didn't completely disbelieve him. At least, this kid couldn't be judged by his age. The person who died earlier was probably killed because of this kid.

"You don't believe me?"

"No, even if you have such goods, I don't have the strength to sell them now. Small quantities might be okay, but if the quantity increases, I'll definitely be targeted. I think you have the same worries now, which is why you don't dare to bring out your goods," Freli answered Mel Carlo's question. He saw things very clearly.

If he wanted to rob and kill, he probably could have strangled Mel Carlo to death when they left the Imperial City and entered the wilderness. But he didn't.

On one hand, he was wary of Mel Carlo's strength, and on the other hand, he didn't like killing that much. The first time he killed someone, he wet himself; it was an uncontrollable fear.

When he fled with his daughter, it was more like a panicked escape. Apart from a small amount of money, he didn't bring anything else.

"Mel, if one day I form my own caravan and merchant guild, will you still cooperate with me?"

"We'll talk about the future when it comes, because I'm not sure if I'll change my mind by then."

The conversation between the two ended.

Compared to this man, Mel Carlo preferred talking with the little girl. She seemed to say little, but her words were concise, and there wasn't so much scheming.

"Claire, your father has always been like this. He doesn't seem very reliable."

"Yes, Father has always been like this, not very reliable, but I'm still here. I will definitely organize the Bernardo family's caravan."

"That won't do, my dear Claire. The surname will expose us," the man interjected again.

"Mr. Freli, I think your worries are unnecessary. When your fist is strong enough, your rules are the rules. Those nobles can't touch you. The reason you're being hunted now is simply that the noble class can't profit from you."

"Boss Mel, you speak like you're reciting poetry, but I have to say, your words have some truth to them, but they're still a bit naive. Those noble lords won't share their profits with you for no reason." The man didn't look back, but he didn't think Mel was entirely correct.

"Then find a way to get rid of them, hang them on the city gates."

"All of them?"

"Yes, everyone who stands in the way."

"But you don't look like you have the ability to do that now."

"Well, that's now. The future is uncertain." For Mel Carlo, it didn't matter who he helped in this world; he wasn't from this world in the first place.

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to promote any other ideas in this world. He'd likely be burned alive as a heretic by the noble lords and the church.

Simply put, the productivity of this world was not yet sufficient to support the birth of new ideas.