"Frey, I didn't think you'd still be able to get in." Even though they seemed to be at the end of their rope, the mages of the Despair Tower remained cautious.
Such a simple probe was easy enough for Frey, a mage of the Graycloaks, to handle. Without hesitation, he grabbed the rope ladder and climbed openly up it. "I watched those visitors from another world for a long time and found a fairly out-of-the-way spot."
"Where?" the mage inside asked curiously. "Frey, for the sake of our years of friendship, you ought to at least tell me!"
"What, are you planning to run off on your own?" Frey answered casually. "Then why did you insist on making me deliver these supplies, Archmage Simo Solari?
"Do you know how much this cost me?
"Look at the Isolation Formation on me! I only had a few high-level ones, and I've nearly burned through them all!"
"Ah... you really do have a lot of good stuff!" The mage of the Despair Tower didn't press him further... a shrewd, cunning, greedy merchant like Frey would never reveal a hiding place he'd found just because someone asked.
But he would certainly shout about losing money and exaggerate his losses to the utmost.
Mage Simo Solari spoke with a smile. "That's something for you to consider, Frey.
"The Despair Tower's buying prices are high enough to cover those costs, aren't they?"
A mechanical click suddenly sounded at the seemingly empty opening. Frey, who had just reached it, held out a hand. "Give me a pull. Honestly... be a little more polite to your major customers."
Although he appeared to be there to sell goods, in reality, Frey could only exchange resources with the Despair Tower... nobody wanted money, and the Despair Tower wasn't willing to