Pure Love Noble Son

"To let my clients experience the charm of Elemental Shaping magic, I've incorporated some small designs when creating the scrolls."

Recognizing the identity of the visitor, Ethan's hope was instantly rekindled.

Firstly, this noble son was wealthy.

Secondly, he was also part of the Pure Love faction. Rounding it off, they were practically on the same side. It should be reasonable for people on the same side to support each other, right?

Ethan introduced them with utmost care, "When I was making the scrolls, I discovered that the power of Ice Arrow has its limits. Nowadays, when you're out and about, you'll often encounter situations that can't be resolved with a single Ice Arrow. Those are the times when you need three Ice Arrow scrolls. According to my design, by simultaneously releasing the magic from three charged parchments, you can unleash a powerful attack."

Ethan couldn't help but give a thumbs-up to this batch of scrolls, feeling he had quite a talent in this field.

The noble son, however, looked troubled. "Uh, what is a powerful attack?"

This was the first time he had heard such a unique description.

"It's... you can think of it as a super-large Ice Arrow, which can effectively compensate for the insufficient coverage of a single Ice Arrow. If there's a lot of water around, the scroll's effect will be significantly enhanced. But be careful not to activate three scrolls simultaneously in densely populated areas, unless you want to be branded a terrorist."

The noble son was Ethan's first client, and since he was one of their own, Ethan's explanation became much more detailed. "With the Ice Arrow scrolls, if you're not using the scroll with the intent to kill, please don't aim for the upper body. Also, consider the penetration power of the Ice Arrow, otherwise, you might accidentally injure others."

He didn't want his first client to accidentally become a perverted murderer or a terrorist.

"Oh? This is the first time I've heard of such interesting magic scrolls." The noble son was intrigued and carefully took a scroll to examine it. "Are you sure these are Ice Arrow scrolls?"

"Genuine Ice Arrow scrolls, guaranteed."

Ethan patted his chest and promised, "Ten times the compensation if they're fake!"

Following behind the noble son, the maid with short black hair had a different expression. She had a pair of rare green pupils, and at this moment, her beautiful eyes were casting a look of disgust at Ethan, clearly regarding him as a con artist.

"Interesting, 20 sets, 30 Gold Lions. Very well, I'll take them all."

When the noble son turned to the maid, her look of disgust vanished, replaced by a cute and obedient smile. She held out her backpack with both hands and subtly reminded him, "Young Master, I just noticed that the Ice Arrow scrolls in the Magic Scroll Shop seem to be sold for only 60 Silver Antelopes. Plus, if you buy ten at once, you can get any beginner Elemental Shaping spell scroll for free."

"But the scrolls in the shop don't have the three-in-one function, right? And they can't unleash a... uh, powerful attack."

The noble son had strong learning abilities and immediately remembered this unique description.

The black-haired maid's eyes curved into slits, and coupled with her pretty face, she gave off a feeling of being in a spring breeze.

But Ethan felt that this spring breeze was somewhat chilly.

She no longer argued, took out a cloth bag from her bag, counted out 30 Gold Lions into the bag, and handed it to Ethan.

The maid's hands were trembling, but she was professional, at least maintaining her composure in front of her young master. She had likely heard the shop owner's declaration that "Elemental Shapers are no longer suitable for this version" when she was at the shop, and had seen him leave dejectedly after being rejected.

Ethan did not agree with many of the boss's evaluations, despite having over seven years of experience selling magic scrolls.

He earnestly explained to the two, "I think the boss has a deep prejudice against Elemental Shapers. Basic Elemental Shaping spells are not as useless as he claims."

When discussing this topic, the boss used guns and bullets as an example, saying times had changed and that gunmen were the strongest class in this version.

Ethan was confident in assuring his clients that he would continue his business in Fireplace Bay and was by no means a scammer who would take the money and run. "The Ice Arrow scrolls I'm selling you should be more effective than guns. I'll be staying in Fireplace Bay, and if you're satisfied after using them, you're welcome to visit my Magic Scroll Shop again."

"Your shop?"

The noble son looked around. There was only Ethan here, not even a hint of a stall. He joked, "Then at least tell me your name or nickname. Perhaps I'll become a returning customer."

"Old Sen... Huh?"

Ethan almost blurted out "Old Sen Magic Scroll Shop," but that was clearly not his name or nickname. "Good question!"

As expected of a Pure Love Noble Son, his question struck right at the soul.

What was his name again?

The black-haired maid took a deep breath and pinched the back of her hand hard before managing to stay calm. Then, while the noble son wasn't looking, she rolled her eyes at Ethan.

What a glare!

Never mind her, even Ethan felt suspicious now.

Clearly, his name wasn't Ethan. Fireplace Bay was a place full of deceit, and no one would use their real name here. His identity as a Containment Bureau investigator and his codename couldn't be used either, otherwise, Ivy could easily see through his secret sale of magic scrolls behind his leader's back if she just strolled around Fireplace Bay for a bit.

Ivy was a good girl and a good leader, but she always represented more than just herself; she represented the entire Margaret Family. Through his observations over the past two years, Ethan really didn't want to get involved with the great nobles of the Imperial Capital.

The noble son and the black-haired maid both looked at him, quietly awaiting his answer.

Theoretically, this wasn't a profound question at all, yet Ethan's mind raced with countless thoughts. He wasn't good at naming things and found it difficult to come up with an impressive yet imposing nickname on the spot.

Until, a face appeared in his mind.

A brilliant chemist who had also stood at a crossroads of fate, just like him.

The same predicament, facing the dark side of the world, unable to use his real name.

More importantly--

"Heisenberg. You can call me that."

Heisenberg was also Old Sen!

"Heisenberg..."

The noble son's eyes held a meaningful glint. "Is that your hometown?"

"Sort of."

Ethan gave a noncommittal answer.

He knew their understanding of their homeland differed slightly. Heisenberg was from the movies he'd watched in his past life; that was his true homeland. The young nobleman was likely referring to the coastal cities in the northern Empire.

"I've noted it. Farewell, then. If your Ice Arrow scrolls are truly as good as you described, I'll come back to repurchase them."

The young nobleman rolled up the Ice Arrow magic scroll and placed it in his bag. Only then did Ethan notice that the bag's actual storage space seemed much larger than it appeared. However, it made sense that the bags carried by wealthy individuals like them wouldn't be ordinary.

For Ethan, it had been a night of ups and downs.

Despite some unexpected events, it had ended well.

So...

Was there no longer a market for beginner magic scrolls?

He watched the retreating figures of the young nobleman and the Maid, lost in thought. This sale was far from normal; such a huge whale wasn't a common sight. Nevertheless, this transaction had given Ethan a new inspiration.

If the Ice Arrow scrolls couldn't be sold, he would change their names and turn them into different things.

His first customer hadn't come for the basic spells priced at 60 Silver Antelopes per scroll. What truly interested him was the effect brought about by the three-in-one combination.

However, this was not the limit of Ice Arrow. What he could draw extended far beyond this.

Ethan was still standing at the entrance of the scroll shop when his peripheral vision caught sight of the owner.

The owner was also glaring at him, a mixture of disdain and jealousy in his eyes.

"You got lucky."

The owner's lips seemed to be mouthing those words.

That's right.

The owner's words had indeed reminded Ethan.

If you really want to make money from magic scrolls, learn something others don't know.

So, what could he do that other elemental artists couldn't?

That day, the old man with seven years of experience selling magic scrolls wore an expression like he'd swallowed a fly. He sat behind the counter, feeling as if ants were crawling all over him.

He had already shown Ethan enough hostility, not hiding his disdain. He had expected Ethan to mock him after making money, and he had been prepared for a verbal sparring match with this immature brat. If that had happened, he probably wouldn't be feeling as uncomfortable as he was now.

But Ethan hadn't mocked him, nor had he entered the shop again.

He had even left him with a parting word.

"Thanks."

Without any anger or mockery, as he said those words, Ethan's eyes held neither the Archmage Magic Scroll Shop nor the man sitting behind the counter.

Those seven years of sales experience made the owner understand the meaning behind that look.

This immature brat must have figured out a way to make money.

He'd figured out how to push those unsellable junk items.

He really wanted to know!

The feeling of ants crawling on his skin grew stronger.