Kalman Fleming was a smart man.

His brothers and sisters of the same clan said this, and his foreign companions said this, and even the great magician, who rarely saw him, and who lived in the depths of the cave, heard the rumors, and praised him for his cleverness.

Because of this, from the moment he stepped out of the Arcane Forest, he was convinced that he could make a difference.

But when he first came to Saint-Lun Harbor, such a town with vast channels and different from trading outside of the Arcane Forest, he even felt like he had arrived in another world.

He saw noisy streets, strong and cheerful sailors, hospitable vendors, and patrols in armor and weapons with grim expressions......

These people are fundamentally different from their compatriots, not only in their appearance, but also in their living habits.

"My name is Carl......

The unfamiliar environment put too much pressure on the outgoing Kalman, who was known to be able to speak well at first, and was rudely interrupted before he could say his name clearly.

"Carl! You might be able to find the fleet over there and be a scout on the ship? ”

At this time, the Pandora Bazaar had not yet been built, the port was just a port, and the port of Saint-Lun was only the port of Saint-Lun, and even the patrolmen were the fighting elite elected by the townspeople spontaneously.

At that time, the kingdom of Kohl had just come out of a great war, and the new queen did not have the time to take care of the port of Saint-Lun, which had not been devastated by the war.

It's not just that he figured out his profession from the first second of meeting. Seeing Kalman's surprising appearance, people's first reaction was naturally very unusual.

Some were frightened and hurried to retreat; Some were slightly shocked, but gradually accepted; Some of them are highly professional and have a smile on their faces.

Kalman could understand and was mentally prepared. After all, he is a rat half-orc, with the head of a rat and the appearance of a mouse.

Sharp-beaked monkey gills, gray fuzz all over the face, and long, transparent tentacles - although in order to avoid being unpleasant to touch, Kalman, who tried to become a companion of the Terrans, deliberately cut the rather sensitive tentacles short.

Although most people are aware of the existence of orcs, actually seeing them is another matter, and retreating is a good result of getting used to it, which is a conjecture that Kalman has derived.

Kalman had expected this to happen, after all, as early as the town outside of the Arcane Forest had stopped at a time, some well-wishers had warned him that there might be unfamiliar Orcs out there who might be afraid of him.

But he wasn't as familiar with and loved combat and scouting as his fellow people, and he felt that he deserved to be such a person with a little cleverness from birth.

- Find a good port to promote direct sales from the Arcane Forest.

Admittedly, the rat-like nature of the orcs gives him an otherworldly sense of smell, allowing Kalman to access all movements in the dark of night without relying on his vision.

But he didn't want to be a scout.

The abilities and backgrounds a person acquires at birth do not necessarily determine what kind of person he becomes, which is why Kalman Fleming, who is recognized by his people, has the courage to make the most correct decision of his life.

He's going to be a businessman.

Kalman Fleming had a big dream of earning more money to make life better for himself and his people.

He tries to make himself a moody businessman, and every time he says his grand goals, he can't help but bow his head, feeling embarrassed and proud.

Young people are always full of fighting spirit, believing that sooner or later they will be able to achieve the desired results, as long as they are angry, they can achieve the desired results.

Kalman Fleming envisioned a different future.

The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and his blueprint may be more whimsical than the creation of a crowded but lively Pandora Bazaar.

As a young man, Kalman Fleming had always regarded merchants as a sacred profession - although he had seen his people selling specialty products being victimized by black-hearted merchants, he insisted that it was people and not professions that were wrong.

As long as you uphold your heart and transport goods to the north and south of the river as a businessman, you can obtain benefits and obtain your own livelihood wealth, and at the same time, people from all over the world can enjoy the specialties and delicacies of different regions.

He wants to lead the orcs of the Arcane Forest to rise in a way that is very different from the past, and no longer worry about making a living.

Kalman even made a vow for it.

He will use his own eyes, his nose and ears to observe the characteristics of each material and confirm the price of each item.

He will use his feet and arms to walk the land of the kingdom of Kohl, personally inspect the ins and outs of all goods, and win the praise and praise of the people.

He will use his head to think, calculate every penny of profit, and confirm the way each trade is made.

Kalman is going to work hard to make money. Even if he knew that such a self was not only an outlier in the rat race, an outlier among the half-orcs, but also an outlier in the human race.

But this is just right, only by doing things that have never been done before can you become a person who has never been seen before.

He believes that he can find his own path and successfully find his own path in a land that is different from his hometown.

Many people have dreams, and so is Kalman, who is sure that his name will go down in history!

……

But his imagination came to an abrupt end.

No matter how wise a businessman is from scratch, he must start as an apprentice, and Kalman is not stupid, and after careful investigation, he certainly knows this.

No one would blindly trust a boy with no roots, and Kalman Fleming tried his best to know the rules of the Terrans before he set out.

Credibility is the cornerstone of a businessman.

In his original appearance, he begged his boss to give him a job, and temporarily became a small worker, sometimes blending in with the ranks of the grooms.

Then he worked harder, moved the goods for people, and communicated the content of the market in fear.

But on one occasion, when he had finished his hard work and was about to turn away, the orc's keen hearing made him aware of a secret whisper behind his back.

"That damn rat, always following me, I don't even know what he wants."

The carriage slowly stopped at the wharf, and several burly men jumped out of the carriage carrying heavy wooden boxes, while the merchants waiting at the wharf gathered around in twos and threes, engaged in their usual gossip.

These people had just smiled at him and told him to rest earlier, but behind the scenes, their words were captured by Kalman's keen hearing.

- Six months have passed, and they still only think that his name is Karl, because Kalman did not take the initiative to correct the matter.

In getting along with people, Kalman quickly learned one thing:

Things that cause unpleasantness don't have to be said, maybe after trust has been built.

Kalman is able to laugh when they suddenly turn their faces in conversation, and he can detect that his companions are in a bad mood and try to make jokes to please them, but he does not dare to question their occasional inappropriate jokes.

He only believes that if he does his job well, he will always be rewarded one day.

Day in and day out, it will always be like this.

But this moment is different.

Most businessmen are happy to do superficial work, and Kalman has never heard such a direct complaint, and his voice is not high, but Kalman seems to hear the muffled thumping of his own heart.

He found himself in a parched throat and bitter in his heart, and even wanted to leave the place - but his body was as stiff as a stone, and he could only listen to what they were talking about.

Stand still, motionless.

"I guess he must have been thinking about how to steal that box when he moved his things."

"But he can't! Who dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head, a thin orc like this, even if he gets on the ship, it is of little use! ”

"Nonsense! He didn't even know what was in there, how could he risk stealing it? ”

"Instead of dwelling on this, let's have the Inspector arrest him sooner - ask him where he came from and what he wants to do in the crowd."

"The road is too far, he is not worth our trouble, and he can't afford to turn over any storms!"

The group of people talked a lot, and finally turned into laughter, and although the voice was far away, Kalman still heard it all.

Hearing acuity, which is a gift of the race, is perhaps the same as the physiognomy that is born with it.

Kalman clenched his fists nervously, his fingertips white, he even felt his breathing slow, his chest feeling like it was clogging some oxygen-deprived tube, causing a pang of pain in his lungs.

It's just a joke, Kalman reminded himself.

When these merchants chatted collectively in the tavern, they would occasionally belittle other colleagues who had made a lot of money, but they were only a little jealous for a while, and also to have fun and relieve the pressure of working hard for a long time.

Maybe even drunk, after all, he only saw one of them secretly drink a glass of wine half a day ago.

…… But what is there to be jealous of a young man who runs errands for others and works for half a year?

This tangle continued into the night.

Back in his humble bed, Kalman tried to keep his mind calm with the sound of the voice.

He knew that among his people were thieves, thieves, scum people who were despised by the Terrans.

But that's not the case with you.

Kalman didn't know how to describe the night.

He wanted to wash away this frustration with sleep, so he tossed and turned, and did not fall asleep until late at night.

When the nezumi opened his eyes, he saw a piece of roasted meat beside him.

A smile appeared on the corner of the mouse's mouth, and he immediately ate the roast meat, licking the grease stains on his fingers and beard, and piled up the skeleton of bones left over from yesterday.

It's delicious!

He kept eating, and eating, until someone broke down the door, and the crowd crowded at the door, with angry and just expressions, pointing to his nose and telling him:

"You're a thief."

Kalman really woke up to find that it was still early in the morning, and it was a strange dream.

A nightmare with no logic.

He dreamed that he had become a thief.

Some people say that dreams are harbingers of reality. For the hard-working Kalman Fleming, this was naturally nonsense.

But Kalman also understands that illogical dreams also have meaning, and he knows very well that the self in the dream may be the person in the eyes of people.

Strange in appearance, greedy and unbridled, born with the appearance of a thief, destined to have no reputation as a businessman, destined to be the object of eternal ridicule in jokes, destined to be an untrusted errand runner rather than an honest collaborator.

It's hard not to be frustrated.

He had been sleepless all night, and the next day he walked blindly with tired eyes, walking across the docks and to the docks.

- The dark circles under his eyes were covered under the fluff, and he was afraid of losing his business connections, so he still greeted passers-by with a strong spirit, and others were accustomed to it, and they couldn't see his bleak face under the fluff.

At this moment, a man in a gray robe is sitting at the counter drinking tea. The man had a goatee, deep-set eye sockets, and wrinkles that looked a little old.

He looked up and saw Kalman and greeted him warmly:

"Hey!"

Kalman walked over at the sound of the voice, forced himself to brace himself, and returned a polite manner.

"Hello, I'm a groom from Saint-Lun Harbor, do you need labor to find me?"

He was accustomed to obeying all the Terrans in order to gain a little favor from them.

At the same time, Kalman will not miss any opportunity to earn extra money, because he can only start a business if he has the capital.

But for some reason, the man's voice was somewhat familiar to his keen auditory senses.

"Fleming boy—haven't you forgotten me for half a year?"