Beast Tamer: I Can See Evolution Paths

As soon as the other party heard it.

'Hey, so that's what's going on.'

He didn't doubt at all the truth of what Asher said, or perhaps he believed that Asher simply didn't have the power to resist him.

"Alright."

"You're pretty sensible."

"I'll make sure to throw you a bone."

The other party spoke righteously.

Asher still smiled and said nothing.

No need. Really no need to get angry with this kind of purely stupid person, it feels like it would lower his own class.

In the alley.

Asher directly released six pet beasts.

Within a few minutes.

The advantage was reversed.

Asher adjusted his sleeves with an expression of complete nonchalance.

The robe was too long.

Still a bit unaccustomed to it.

What?

The guy on the ground?

Totally didn't see, okay?

Space pouch×1

Asher put away the space pouch he "inexplicably" picked up, looked at the trash on the ground.

Thought for a moment.

Killing and arson was something he naturally wouldn't do.

But if he just left the person here… would it bring unnecessary trouble later?

"Almost forgot, I seem to be wearing a cloak?"

The other party hadn't even seen his face clearly.

Then it's simple.

Knock him out.

Tie him up.

Toss him somewhere unnoticeable.

The rest, leave it to fate.

Asher patted his sleeves, leaving without a trace.

Asher didn't exit from the alley's original opening.

Not sure if anyone was waiting outside, watching to see if they'd discover anything when he walked out.

Changed the exit.

Before leaving, Asher casually rummaged through the newly obtained space pouch.

"So small," Asher raised an eyebrow, said from the heart.

Really, not that he's belittling this halfway robber.

It's just that this pouch… was less than half the size of the one Amelia gave him.

But the things stuffed inside looked quite interesting.

There were some herbs Asher hadn't really seen before.

Also sparkling gemstones.

Lastly, gold.

Asher: "!"

After scavenging everything inside, in the end, only one empty pouch remained.

Asher didn't keep it on him either.

Instead, he found a shop he had previously scouted, resembling a pawn shop.

Of course.

Not that big.

Judging by the scale, it was more like a small private shop.

Asher walked in without glancing sideways, said nothing, and slapped the emptied space pouch on the counter.

"Pawn."

The shopkeeper behind the counter looked at Asher.

Said nothing either, simply picked up the space pouch and examined it thoroughly from top to bottom before saying, "Tier 1 alchemical space pouch, market price 100 gold coins, pawn price 50 gold coins."

After speaking, the shopkeeper smiled at Asher.

Asher's expression was hidden under his black robe, but he raised his eyebrows, "That's daylight robbery?"

Cutting it right in half? Flip and resell, instant 100% profit.

"Honorable prospective alchemist master."

One sentence reveals it all.

That form of address.

Compared to apprentice alchemist, it was several levels higher.

A normal apprentice would be thrilled upon hearing it.

After all.

According to what Amelia said before.

Whether a regular apprentice could become a real alchemist was still uncertain.

Even with a "prospective" in front, most apprentices would still be overjoyed.

Business would naturally go more smoothly?

But Asher wasn't an ordinary alchemy apprentice.

Even before today, he had no thoughts of pursuing this profession.

Being called that, he felt… whatever.

Asher didn't care at all.

The shopkeeper behind the counter, however, looked at Asher with a hint of surprise.

As the saying goes.

A smile earns goodwill.

Courtesy never offends.

Using an honorific, how could a customer not feel happy?

Still Asher's point stood.

No alchemy apprentice could resist being moved by that title.

At least a bit pleased.

To remain unfazed in joy or anger… unless this person is a real alchemist master.

Thinking this, the shopkeeper's attitude instantly changed.

His gaze toward Asher also became more serious.

"Er… mainly the origin of your alchemical space pouch…", If it were before, the shopkeeper would've said this bluntly.

But now, with some suspicion of Asher's identity.

The shopkeeper's attitude naturally shifted.

Asher nodded.

Understood.

The shopkeeper had seen through that this pouch was taken by black-on-black robbery.

"You guys care about that?", Asher calmly reached out and tapped the counter.

Tone steady.

As if he was really just curious about the answer.

"I thought…", Asher drew out his voice.

He noticed the shopkeeper's pupils shrink for a moment.

Though he didn't know what the guy was thinking of.

Asher wouldn't miss a chance to exploit an opportunity.

"You only care about taking, not the rest," Asher chuckled.

The shopkeeper forced a laugh, "That may be true… but we do take some risks, after all."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper looked once again at Asher's hand.

Asher had already withdrawn it.

But the shopkeeper was certain.

Asher's hands were very youthful.

Slender, fair.

No calluses or scars.

Soft, yet powerful.

Clearly a pair of pampered hands.

Anyone who had done any farm work wouldn't have hands like that.

Although there were no decorations or rings on the fingers.

The shopkeeper didn't dare underestimate it.

Just from the hands, the guest in front of him must be from a wealthy family.

Maybe even…

The shopkeeper didn't dare think further.

"80 gold coins!"

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth, sweat nearly forming on his forehead.

Bottom line.

Any higher and there'd be no profit.

Tier 1 alchemical space pouch prices usually fluctuate between 90–110 gold coins.

Like recently.

Ander City and Twin Cities jointly held an event, attracting many foreign alchemists and apprentices. The price of space pouches also rose.

With luck.

They could sell for over 110 coins.

Asher stared at the shopkeeper for a while.

When the shopkeeper was about to collapse, Asher finally said calmly, "Then 80 it is."

"But…", Before the shopkeeper could celebrate, Asher again dragged out his words, "I don't want any trouble following me because of this."

"That shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"Please rest assured," the shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, "I guarantee no one will bother you over this alchemical space pouch."

Asher nodded. The transaction was done. Gave up a black-market space pouch.

Received 80 gold coins.

Clink! Click!

The shopkeeper pulled out a pouch of gold and handed it to Asher.

Asher opened it and took a look, his motion paused.

This… these gold coins were not the same as the round bronze-colored currency in the space pouch Amelia gave him.

Asher had originally thought.

Gold coin was just a term, the shape and style should be about the same as what was in his own pouch.

Didn't expect them to differ so much.

What the shopkeeper called gold coin, was literally a gold coin.

Golden & shiny. Engraved with a design resembling scales in the middle.

'Then what was the currency I gave that old woman before?'

'That's a good question.'

Asher didn't know the answer right now.

One step at a time.

Anyway, best not to take that thing out and use it again.

The shopkeeper saw Asher staring at the coins in thought, and thought he was regretting the deal.

Just about to say something.

To his surprise, Asher had already put the coins away.

Turned and left the pawn shop.

Wandered around for a bit.

Asher found an inn that looked the cleanest.

"One room."

Immediately a staff member came up, "Yes, esteemed guest, would you like first class or…"

"The best," Asher, who had just pocketed 80 gold coins, didn't hold back at all.

Mysteriously transmigrated again. This place gave Asher a feeling of being both backward and advanced.

Asher couldn't even tell if that was good or bad.

In any case, choose the best, never wrong yourself.

"Alrighty," The staff's eyes lit up instantly.

'Best room? Great great! That's great news!'

"The best room is 50 silver coins per day, how many days would you like to stay?"

"Hmm… two days then."

"100 silver coins."

Asher took out one gold coin.

Although he didn't know the exact exchange rate between the two, 1 gold coin should at least cover 100 silver coins.

Asher watched the staff's reaction as he handed it over.

No anger.

No embarrassment or hesitation.

Instead, they looked delighted.

Asher figured he probably guessed right.

Maybe 1 gold coin was worth even more than 100 silver coins.

Just as Asher suspected.

The staff was first happy, then looked a bit hesitant, "Honorable guest, this is too much…"

"Keep the change."

Saying that, Asher tossed the coin to the staff, "If there's any interesting news lately, tell me about it."

"Okay… okay okay," The staff nodded repeatedly.

Asher couldn't help but feel curious again.

What exactly was the exchange rate between currencies here?

Wasn't it 1 gold coin to 100 silver coins?

He'd research it later.

With a big enough tip, the staff got excited and started babbling.

Fortunately, he soon calmed down and began leading Asher while chatting about interesting news.

"Lately, our Tana Town's alchemist master is in a great mood, the alchemy workshop is recruiting people, and many are signing up, hoping to be selected."

"Great mood?", Asher didn't expect to hear something interesting right away.

He wasn't surprised though.

He was generous with money.

And wore a black robe.

The staff probably assumed he was an alchemist or someone related, so they'd lead with this kind of info.

"Why is he in a good mood?", Asher was indeed curious.

"Well… I'm not too sure, but they say it's because the alchemist master got something, and his familiar became stronger," Asher paused.

'Familiar? What's that?'

For some reason, Asher suddenly thought of Little Raven and Angel

'Could that be… what they call familiars?'

When Amelia saw him with Little Raven and Angel, she didn't show any strange reaction.

That suggests alchemists or apprentices having such creatures with them is considered normal.

'But logically, this era shouldn't have magical beasts. Then what are familiars?'

'Ordinary creatures?'

'Modified or trained through special alchemy?'

'And gained unique abilities?'

Asher silently pondered, saying nothing.

This wasn't something to ask the staff.

And even if he did ask, the guy might not know.

But… Asher figured he could find time to visit this alchemy workshop, take a trip, might gain something special.

The staff shared some other gossip.

Mostly rumors about local forces and families in town.

Asher wasn't very interested, just listened casually.

After respectfully escorting Asher to his room, the staff handed over a specially-shaped round metal object, then turned and left.

Asher walked into the room.

Before he could even move.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The previously dim room instantly lit up.

Asher stood still.

Blinking curiously.

"Fully automatic?"

'What kind of mechanism is this?'

Asher couldn't suppress his curiosity and stepped forward to examine the light sources.

Then he was surprised to discover…

"Oil lamp?"

"Candle?"

"Wait? This thing that looks like a gem, what is it?"

Asher's gaze landed on the room's main light source, the shimmering crystal lamp overhead.

The ceiling was a bit high.

Asher couldn't see it clearly.

The side lights were all oil lamps and candles, the only strange thing being they lit up on their own.

Asher was more curious about the central chandelier.

Without hesitation.

Asher summoned the little jellyfish.

Don't ask.

It's just really useful.

The little jellyfish, in sync with Asher's thoughts, raised him up, letting him easily reach the chandelier.

"It really is a gem," Asher looked closely.

He thought he had misjudged before.

Turns out it was a solid golden gemstone.

He didn't know why, but after several refractions, the final light appeared as milky white tinged with dazzling colors.

Very beautiful.

Also blinding.

Asher wasn't prepared and got dazzled.

With his curiosity about the chandelier satisfied.

Asher began wondering, how did the lights turn on by themselves?

Especially the candles and ordinary oil lamps.

Was it due to sensing someone?

That doesn't add up either.

Asher finally looked at the little round token in his hand, "Is it this?"

After thinking it through, Asher figured the round token was the most likely cause.

"Kinda like modern hotels."

Asher once again sighed.

It's this feeling.

Backward yet advanced.

Judging by the hotel's facilities, it seemed on par with modern ones, just with different styles.

But Asher hadn't forgotten the old woman he met earlier.

Living in a thatched hut.

Struggling to feed herself.

At an age that should still be considered young, yet looked as if on the brink of death.

With that in mind, Asher sighed.

Stop thinking about it.

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