Chapter 6

While I was doing this, I took out all the items from the collection of the heroes from my warehouse.

After that, I went through everything from medicinal herbs and other medicines, to magic books and other combat support items, and finally to food and water. I spat out everything that was stored in the ‘warehouse.’

“Is this everything? If you try to hide anything, it won’t be cheap for you.”

“Yeah…, it’s all here.”

I said this and handed over the complete inventory of all the items I had meticulously recorded. Ryan glanced at the densely written item ledger and pushed it back to me.

“Can you even read this?”

The numerous items the heroes had brought completely blocked the road.

I started marking “×” on the inventory one by one.

What was left were just a few necessities like water bottles.

Come to think of it, there were hardly any of my own items in my ‘warehouse.’

“Oh, this is yours…”

Ryan said, holding out a rusty iron rod to me.

“Nostalgic…”

I couldn’t help but murmur.

It was from when we had just formed the party.

Back when we didn’t have enough money to buy proper weapons, this was my weapon.

After that, Ryan accumulated more and more achievements, earned money, and kept getting new weapons one after another,

But I, no matter what weapon I used, remained weak, so I eventually sold all of them.

However, I kept this first weapon as a memento, just out of sentiment.

Now that I was about to be on my own, it felt a bit easier to have something rather than being completely unarmed.

With this, I could probably take down a goblin.

“Here, it’s your severance pay.”

Ryan said, handing me a spirit stone containing 50,000 mana.

With this much, I could probably hire a guard to take me to the next town.

It was an outrageously… cheap amount.

“Huh…”

I sighed and started walking.

Ryan and the others were already ignoring me, each boasting about their own collections with satisfaction.

Somehow, I had joined Ryan’s party,

and somehow, I had spent 15 years there.

If my 15 years of work in this party were worth 50,000 mana…

Maybe that’s how it was.

In those 15 years, Ryan became known as a “hero,” and his companions each acquired splendid titles.

The only one who hadn’t changed was me.

Even now, I can hardly do anything other than carry the luggage.

Looking at the 50,000 mana in the spirit stone in my hand,

I sighed again.