"Do you know Warm Home?"
A player dressed as a swordsman spoke to a priest a head shorter than him.
The two looked alike. They were probably brothers.
A closer look at the swordsman brother's eyes revealed disregard and indifference toward life. He had clearly been a player for a long time.
Only when he looked at the priest brother behind him did his eyes carry a hint of gentleness.
The priest brother had just reached Level 20 and arrived at the Main City. He was somewhat dissatisfied with his brother's hand resting on his head.
But he did not resist. He merely blushed whenever passing players looked their way.
In response to his brother's question, the priest brother displayed the qualities expected of a competent player.
"You mentioned it in the information you gave me—the potion shop near the center of the street?"
"That's right."
"I've memorized every place you specifically marked."
"This shop's low-grade potions are quite affordable. Most are 20 to 30 percent below market price. It's just that many of them have strange flavors and look like failed witch brews."
Satisfied with his brother's performance,
the swordsman brother's usually expressionless face rarely showed a faint smile.
"Then let me tell you something else."
"Those who can open shops in the Main City generally have guilds backing them. Those who can establish merchant associations definitely have powerful figures behind them."
"What kind of powerful figures?"
"I don't know."
As he spoke, the swordsman brother rubbed his brother's hair, cutting off his further questions. "Someone who can sell goods in the Main City at 20 to 30 percent below market price and keep doing so..."
"Can't be provoked! You must build a good relationship with them."
"Got it."
The priest brother did not understand why, but he remembered