Episode : 32

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Chapter 33 of "My Anime Shopping Tree & My Cold Prodigy Wife!" begins the action: Chapter : 63 He ignored the stares and whispers, moving purposefully towards the massive noticeboard. It... Discover the next part!

Chapter : 63 He ignored the stares and whispers, moving purposefully towards the massive noticeboard. It was plastered thick with parchment requests, tacked haphazardly over older notices, ranging from simple courier tasks ("Deliver package to Mistress Elmsworth - Urgent!") to dangerous monster hunts ("Wyvern sighted near Dragon's Tooth Peak - Experienced parties only!"). Rewards varied wildly, from a few bronze coins to hundreds of gold for the truly perilous missions. He scanned the densely packed parchment notices, his eyes skimming past mundane delivery requests and high-risk monster hunts. He sought something specific: collection tasks, preferably involving resources valuable to alchemists or enchanters, as they often paid in reagents more easily convertible or valuable than standard coin. His eyes landed on a cluster of similar requests posted by the Alchemist's Guild and several arcane researchers. One set caught his attention first, familiar and relatively safe: [Request: Spirit Stone Fragments] [Source: Minor Elemental Beasts (Type: Lumina Moths / Shadow Wisps / Ember Sprites)] [Location: Whispering Caves Network (Sector Gamma)] [Objective: Collect Ten (10) Intact Spirit Stone Fragments.] [Reward: 5 Silver Coins per Fragment (Total 50 Silver) OR Equivalent Value Trade Goods.] [Hazard Level: Low-Moderate (Cave Navigation, Minor Beast Encounters)] Okay, Lloyd thought, considering it. Whispering Caves. Annoying moths and wisps, but not truly dangerous. Fifty Silver total... equivalent to half a Gold Coin. Better than nothing. Could cover half a day's System conversion. It was the sensible choice. The safe choice. The kind of choice nineteen-year-old Lloyd, in his first life, would have reluctantly taken, if he dared enter the Guild Hall at all. But then, just below it, tacked slightly crookedly, another notice pulsed with a higher implied value, though its hazard rating was noticeably starker: [Task: Procure Cursed Wool] [Source: Whispering Hill Wild Sheep (Ovis Somnium Malevolus)] [Objective: Obtain Ten (10) intact pelts with wool unaffected by scavenger damage or improper handling.] [Reward: Master Alchemist Grimaldi offers Three (3) Vials of Purified Quicksilver per pelt OR Equivalent Value in Rare Herbs.] [Hazard Level: Moderate-High (Environmental Hazards, Beast's Curse Aura, Requires Precise Incapacitation)] Lloyd’s eyes narrowed, rereading the reward. Three vials of Quicksilver per pelt. Purified Quicksilver was incredibly valuable, a key reagent in high-level alchemy and enchanting, easily worth several Silver Coins per vial on the open market. Ten pelts? That was potentially ninety Silver, nearly a full Gold Coin's worth of reagents per sheep. Far more lucrative and convertible than the fifty Silver offered for moth fragments. And infinitely more interesting. But the risk... Whispering Hill Wild Sheep. He remembered the name, the reputation. The psychic miasma emanating from their wool, inducing madness in those who got too close or handled it improperly. Not aggressive beasts, but passively deadly. Taking them down required range, precision, avoiding contamination at all costs. Utterly impossible for the Lloyd Ferrum of his first life, with his pathetic spirit and clumsy Void control. He glanced mentally at the memory of Fang, crackling with lightning, executing the Thousand Chirp Strike. He felt the familiar thrum of the Steel and Fire Void power coiled within him, the potential for those whisper-thin, burning wires. Range? Precision? Avoid contamination? A slow, predatory grin touched Lloyd's lips. Wait a minute. I have that now. Fang's strike can hit from a distance. My wires... they can immobilize or kill without me ever touching the wool. The primary danger of the Wild Sheep... might actually be mitigated by my specific, hidden skill set. The safe, sensible Lumina Moth hunt suddenly seemed tedious, inefficient. Fifty Silver versus potentially thirty Gold worth of reagents? The choice, fueled by his desperate need for capital and his newfound confidence in his abilities, was instantly clear. Risk was relative. And the potential reward here was too significant to ignore. He reached out, bypassing the moth fragment request, and carefully detached the slightly thicker parchment detailing the Cursed Wool procurement. The paper felt heavy, almost ominous, beneath his fingers. He turned and walked with newfound purpose towards the main reception counter, ignoring the intensified stares and whispers that tracked his movement. He placed the parchment firmly on the counter before the same young clerk with ink-stained fingers and a perpetually weary expression. The clerk looked up, registered Lloyd, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise. "I wish to accept this contract," Lloyd stated clearly, tapping the Wild Sheep request form. The clerk blinked, his gaze dropping to the parchment. He read the title. Then he read it again, his face visibly paling. His eyes darted up to Lloyd, then around the now-attentive Guild Hall, then back to Lloyd, his expression shifting rapidly from weariness to disbelief, then to outright alarm. Chapter : 64 "My Lord Ferrum?" the clerk began, his voice barely a whisper, leaning forward conspiratorially across the counter. "Forgive my bluntness, my lord, but... are you absolutely certain about this contract?" He tapped the parchment nervously. "This isn't... this isn't like chasing cave moths for fragments!" His voice dropped further, laced with genuine fear. "This is the Whispering Hills, my lord! Wild Sheep! The Cursed Wool... the psychic miasma... people go mad out there! Just touching the stuff, sometimes just getting too close! It requires specialized ranged attacks, precise takedowns to avoid any contact, extreme caution during retrieval! One mistake, one stray strand of wool..." He swallowed hard, unable to finish the sentence, the implication of irreversible insanity hanging heavy in the air. He glanced desperately at Lloyd again. "My lord, your known... pardon my presumption... your conventional spirit capabilities... are they truly suited for this specific danger? This isn't about brute force; it's about finesse, range, and avoiding a curse that bypasses physical armor entirely!" The clerk looked genuinely terrified, not just for Lloyd, but likely for the Guild's liability should the Arch Duke's heir end up a smiling lunatic because of a contract they approved. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air: You, the heir known for having a pathetic spirit and no notable combat skills, want to go hunting elemental fragments in a dark cave system? Are you suicidal? Lloyd met the clerk's worried gaze with cool indifference. "My capabilities are sufficient for collecting cursed wool, thank you." His tone brooked no argument. "Process the contract." The clerk swallowed, glancing nervously around at the listening Guild members, many of whom now wore expressions of open astonishment or malicious amusement. This was unexpected. And potentially disastrous for the Guild if the Arch Duke's heir got himself killed chasing glowing moths. "My lord, with respect," the clerk tried again, leaning forward conspiratorially, "perhaps a different task? We have several excellent courier missions! Or perhaps information gathering within the city? Safer pursuits, more suited-" "Are you refusing to process the contract?" Lloyd interrupted, his voice dropping slightly, gaining an edge of steel. He wasn't asking; he was commanding. The clerk visibly flinched. Refuse the Arch Duke's heir directly? Unthinkable. The political fallout alone... "N-no, my lord! Of course not!" he stammered, hastily grabbing a quill and dipping it in ink. "Just... expressing standard Guild advisory protocols for member safety..." He quickly scribbled Lloyd's name onto the contract ledger, stamped it with the Guild seal, and slid the accepted contract copy back towards Lloyd, his hands trembling slightly. "Contract accepted, Lord Ferrum. Standard duration is one week. Please report back upon completion or abandonment." Lloyd took the parchment without a word, folded it neatly, and tucked it into his tunic. He could feel the weight of dozens of eyes on him now. Surprise, disbelief, mockery, and underlying it all, that simmering cauldron of jealous resentment. Many faces held a barely concealed hope – the hope that this foolish endeavor would be his last. Let the 'drab duckling' wander into the caves and get himself eaten by Shadow Wisps or incinerated by Ember Sprites. Good riddance. Then maybe the beautiful, powerful Rosa would be free... He turned slowly, deliberately letting his gaze sweep across the crowded hall, meeting the hostile stares, the contemptuous smirks, the wishful thinking. He didn't glare back. He didn't scowl. He smiled. A slow, easy, almost predatory smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. A smile that held amusement, confidence, and a hint of something dangerous. It acknowledged their jealousy, their ill wishes, and dismissed them utterly. "Good day, gentlemen," Lloyd said, his voice carrying clearly across the suddenly quiet hall. "Do try not to expire from envy while I'm gone. It wrinkles the complexion." And with that parting shot, leaving a wake of stunned silence, sputtering indignation, and burning resentment behind him, Lloyd Ferrum turned and walked calmly out of the Central Guild Hall, the contract for collecting moth fragments feeling like the first step towards a much larger, much more profitable hunt. Let them wish for his death. He had other plans. And soon, he’d have the power to enforce them. ---- The bustling energy of the Central Guild Hall faded behind Lloyd like the roar of a receding tide. He walked with a steady, unhurried pace through the winding streets of the capital, the accepted Guild contract tucked securely within his tunic. It wasn't the contract for Lumina Moth fragments, however. While scanning the board, amidst the requests for monster parts and lost items, another, slightly more peculiar notice had caught his eye – one offering a substantial reward not in coin, but in high-grade alchemical reagents for the procurement of unblemished Cursed Wool from the notoriously dangerous Whispering Hills region. [Task: Procure Cursed Wool] [Source: Whispering Hill Wild Sheep (Ovis Somnium Malevolus)]

Episode : 32

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