As for what the attendants beside him were thinking.
Orsaga naturally knew it all too well.
After all, even without using any abilities.
Given his extensive knowledge of psychology, their gazes and micro-expressions were still like windows into their souls, constantly revealing all sorts of information.
What they were thinking was simply impossible to hide from him.
And faced with such thoughts.
Someone else might have generously helped them fulfill their wish without a care.
But what kind of person was Orsaga?
He was not a person at all!
Making people miserable delighted him.
Therefore.
As someone filled with malicious amusement 365 days a year, he naturally would not let them get what they wanted.
What he wanted was for them to feel that humble anguish of wanting something but being unable to obtain it.
And the result satisfied Orsaga greatly.
The attendants around him had indeed been disgusted by him, yet did not dare show the slightest dissatisfaction~
Then, just as Orsaga was about to give a few more instructions.
Suddenly.
A figure on the street outside caught his attention.
It was a young man who looked to be around thirty.
He had a tall, upright build, handsome features, a head of short golden hair, and wore a light brownish-yellow leather cuirass. Two short swords in wooden scabbards hung at his waist.
An easygoing air of playing through life unconsciously showed in his expression.
As though he cared about nothing, and nothing mattered.
There was no need to say more. He was presumably some roguish wanderer type.
It was also at that moment.
Orsaga, who had been worrying about the lack of money in his pockets, instinctively felt that this fellow was exactly the fat sheep he needed.
After taking him out.
A considerable sum of money would surely