You Should Do It Like This!

Cien activated one of the Mana Cores inside his Fire Glove. Unlike the ones he sold, his own Fire Glove had a much stronger power. One Mana Core could release magic as powerful as Rank 2 attack.

As soon as Cien activated the magic, a fairly large magic circle appeared in front of his index finger. From the circle, a burst of flames twice the size of a basketball came towards the man with the scarred face.

The man was burned and thrown back several meters. The people around him were stunned, including Veronica, who widened her eyes in surprise.

Unfortunately, the attack that Cien unleashed was only as strong as a Rank 2 attack. It wasn't powerful enough to defeat the scarred man who was now standing up again with a furious expression with his clothes burned to ashes.

However, it couldn't be denied that the magic that Cien used came from the glove he was wearing. This meant that there was another magic weapon besides the one brought by Jeanne.

"Uncle still has another magic weapon?!"

Veronica shouted, only now realizing what had just happened. She even realized that the Fire Glove that Cien was using now was stronger.

Cien shrugged. "Of course I have it, but not for sale."

For Cien, the Fire Glove was not only for self-protection but he also used it to burn the furnace in the forge. After all, with this trick, he succeeded in forging his greatsword. That's why he doesn't intend to sell this glove.

The people heard Cien's answer, a response that silenced everyone. Even the man who had been burned by the seller lowered his anger a bit.

He then walked towards Cien with a broad smile on his face but still with an intimidating aura.

"Old Man, why are you doing this? If you still have other magical items, why didn't you say so earlier? If that's the case, we don't have to resort to violence, right?"

"I already told you, this pair of gloves is not for sale."

The rough-looking man fell silent for a moment before approaching and gripping Cien's shoulder tightly.

"Old Man, don't you know who I serve? You will regret your actions! It's better for you to agree, or else your life will be ruined!"

"Oh~ is that so? I'm not even a resident of Huntara, your damn boss has no influence on my life at all."

"Do you think you can leave this city unscathed?"

Cien was taken aback. He didn't expect the person behind this thug to be so desperate. There were two identities he could think of for the man's "boss".

First, a noble family, and not a lowly one either, at least a Viscount. Cien knew that a Baron's power was not that strong, as he himself was a Baron before he got trapped in the Death Valley.

Second, an underground organization, perhaps a criminal one, but possibly from the black market.

'Hmm, besides that, it could also be from the auction side. But I think they would prefer to meet me and talk directly rather than resort to violence.'

Well, in the end, none of them scared him at all. After all, he would teleport out of this city using his phone. So how can they block him?

In the end, Cien just chuckled.

"What's so funny?" asked the man, slightly annoyed.

"Nothing. It just your foolish thinking that you can scare me with such threats. If you really wanted to threaten me, you should do it like this."

Cien activated his Fire Glove once again, this time not hesitating to use all four Mana Cores in his right hand.

For this attack, Cien placed a magic circle in the sky above them, creating a large red magic circle with unknown language that illuminated the sky.

The magic circle was at least as wide as a football field, immense and ominous. With four mana cores activated, the power was equivalent to a Rank 8 attack, capable of influencing the course of a battle. And of course, raze the city to the ground.

The scarred man stared up at the sky with mouth agape. His own power was only at Rank 5. If the magic were to fall on him, he was certain that his body would be burnt to ashes.

"Damn it! Are you insane?" he shouted.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm not from Huntara. Though I admit I'm partially at fault, I still don't want to die. So, this is all I can do to protect myself. So, what's your choice? Retreat or continue trying to take the Fire Glove and this little girl? Your decision will determine the fate of everyone here."

With that warning, the scarred man released his grip on Cien's shoulder and slowly backed away, his expression dark. He never imagined the seller he was facing was actually a madman.

Cien, now free, glanced at the people surrounding Veronica, intending to kidnap her. With a gesture of his head, he instructed them to back off.

Not a single person dared to speak or move recklessly with a large magic circle above their head.

The onlookers, who were initially just watching, even began to run away from the radius of Cien's magic attack.

In fear, the crazy merchant really dropped the fire attack from above. Seeing that everything had returned to normal, Cien sat back down on his wooden chair, waiting for the woman who had taken the Fire Glove to return and pay.

"Uncle..." Veronica murmured softly.

"Don't worry," said Cien, then he picked up Veronica's wooden doll from the table. "Just play like earlier. Don't worry about them."

"Um, it's not that. But, will Uncle be okay later?" Veronica hesitated to ask.

The little girl knew that what Cien had done was something that endangered public safety. What he had done could be considered an act of terrorism by the kingdom's military.

With a magic circle that large, who couldn't see it? Veronica was sure that the kingdom's forces were already mobilizing to come here.

"Well, when I'm cornered, I'll leave this city. It's just that, if your cousin doesn't come back to redeem you, I'll take you away from here too. So it's better if you pray for your own fate."

Said Cien to Veronica, who knew the little girl was worried about him. But honestly, he wasn't worried at all. He could teleport whenever he wanted.

It's just, it would be a shame if that happened.

First, his mission had not been successful. Second, he had not taken the monster leather fabrics, and lastly, he had not said goodbye to the innkeeper and some other acquaintances he had met here.

Cien really hoped that the kingdom's forces wouldn't force him to leave this city.

***

In another place, the mansion of Viscount Amary.

Jeanne had explained everything that happened at the open market to her uncle and aunt. She told them how she had pawned Veronica for the Fire Glove under the angry gazes of the couple.

Shiwa Amary, the wife of Viscount Nicolas Amary, sighed softly and held her forehead. She couldn't believe her niece's behavior.

"Are you sure Veronica is safe there?" asked Shiwa.

"Maybe, no, definitely!"

"..."

Shiwa was at a loss for words and sighed softly again.

Meanwhile, Nicolas seemed to be deep in thought. In his mind, several scenarios that could happen at the open market where Veronica was located were created. And indeed, the majority of scenarios he thought of were not good things.

Knowing that there were people tailing his niece, it meant that there was a possibility that someone would also be targeting his daughter.

"I have to go there right now!"