Hill looked at the thread a few more times and confirmed that its only special feature was its pretty color. Even the thread in those nearly empty mage-item shops had no eye-catching functions.
At most, it was a little tougher. Even the silk spun by the slightly hardier silkworms of Telashir was better than this.
So there was no need for him to disgust himself... He did not even want to ask what had made this stuff.
Hill turned his attention back to the few shops that only people dressed in mage robes dared to enter.
He was not particularly interested in these shops... There were indeed some Magic Books and scrolls, but they were all the most basic types.
Not only did they cost an exorbitant five hundred gold coins each, but aside from having clearly visible spell models, their Rune explanations could only be described as muddled... They could not even explain what each Rune represented with any certainty!
Anyone who could successfully advance to become a Mage using these things was truly a gifted genius!
After a few glances, Hill knew that this world's social classes had already become somewhat rigid, especially in the spellcasting professions... The army and various academies had indeed left ordinary commoners a path to advancement, but that path had a ceiling.
Even if they became nobles, or even high nobles, there was still an invisible line that was extremely difficult for them to cross.
But for most people, even if they struggled onward and fought their way upward, they might not even be able to see where that ceiling was. Naturally, they would not care about that line.
As for the small number of people who had the ability and the clear mind to touch that line... they had to plan carefully,