Troubles Caused by Hill, the Deep-Pocketed Tycoon

Even after making the request to buy out every sausage, which silenced the entire tavern, Hill remained expressionless while Lynn sprayed the wine from his mouth.

"Do you know how much we made?" he shrieked. "A whole warehouse full!"

"There hasn't been an Advanced Magus here, has there?" Hill said blandly. "Even a tenth-level Mage wouldn't think there was anything strange about it."

A chorus of sharp inhalations came from behind him.

These Rangers, none higher than level seven, finally realized what sort of existence they had been mocking. Behind Hill came dead silence, followed by faint rustling as they began sneaking out of the tavern one by one.

As expected of a place dominated by agile professions, aside from a few Warriors whose movements were a little too obvious, most of them managed to slip away with minimal motion.

Hill sensed the door, which did not close until everyone had fled, and confirmed that the people here were indeed quite united and friendly. There seemed to be no barrier between humans and Half-Elves.

Lynn stiffly set down his cup. "I never thought this shabby tavern of mine would one day welcome a Mage above level ten! Even a level-nine Ranger would make us all keep quiet."

Hill continued eating with meticulous seriousness. To be honest, the lamb chops and sausages were truly delicious.

The hot dogs were good too.

He genuinely wanted them all.

"I wasn't just saying it," Hill said after finishing the last lamb chop. Cradling his fruit wine, he slowly took a drink. "I really do want to buy all of them."

"Why?" Lynn was utterly confused. "Won't you be passing through here again? Sausages keep for a long time, but..."

"Mages never have issues with shelf life," Hill cut him off decisively. "But no Mage