Issho was sitting calmly on one of the side seats inside the Martha restaurant, quietly waiting for Alex to return after processing the boar.
The restaurant was noisier than before now that evening had fully settled in.
Wooden mugs clinked against tables, chairs scraped across the floor, and the mixed smell of roasted meat, soup, and alcohol lingered heavily in the warm air.
Even amidst all that noise, Issho remained relaxed, his hand resting lightly on the table as he waited to find out how much money he would earn from today’s hunt.
A few moments later, soft footsteps approached him, followed by the faint sound of glass touching wood.
Martha placed a glass of water in front of him before asking in a gentle voice, “Would you like some vegetable porridge?
I can bring it for you.
You must be hungry after hunting all day.”
Issho smiled faintly after hearing her words and slightly turned his face toward her voice.
“Not for now,” he replied calmly.
“I am just waiting for Alex to return after processing the boar.
After hunting, I do not feel very comfortable eating without bathing first.”
As he spoke, a faint smell of dried blood and dirt still lingered on his clothes despite most of it having already settled.
It would feel unpleasant eating like this.
After listening to him, Martha immediately understood his reasoning.
It seemed Issho was far more hygienic than most hunters she had seen.
Normally, hunters returned from the forest exhausted and covered in blood, mud, and sweat, yet many of them sat down and started eating without caring much about it.
Some even brought the smell of the hunt directly into the dining area without a second thought.
But Issho was clearly different.
Martha gave a small nod before saying, “That makes sense,” and quietly walked away to continue attending the other customers.
Issho continued waiting for another half an hour or so.
During that time, the sky outside had already darkened completely, and the atmosphere inside the restaurant became even livelier.
Loud laughter occasionally echoed from the center tables while plates and mugs continued moving back and forth.
Even without sight, Issho could clearly distinguish the rhythm of footsteps moving throughout the restaurant.
Among the dozens of voices and sounds around him, he soon recognized Alex’s approaching steps almost immediately.
A few seconds later, Alex stopped near the table and placed a pouch in front of Issho with a soft thud.
“In this pouch, there are 10 silver coins,” Alex said while sitting down nearby.
“After processing the meat from the wild boar, it came out to around sixty-five kilograms.
According to the current market price, you received about ten silver coins for it.
As for the leather and the other usable materials from the boar, they added another silver coin.”
He paused briefly before continuing, “Since I had already given one silver coin to the guard earlier, I deducted it from the total.
So in the end, these are your remaining ten silver coins.”
As soon as Issho heard this, he slowly nodded.
A small smile appeared on his face as his fingers lightly touched the pouch resting before him.
He could hear the faint metallic sound of coins shifting inside.
This was the first money he had earned in this world after transmigrating here.
Although his beginning in this world had been filled with pain, torture, and uncertainty, things finally seemed to be stabilizing little by little.
For the first time since arriving here, Issho genuinely felt that his life was slowly returning to a normal path.
At least now… I can finally start living properly.
Picking up the pouch calmly, Issho weighed it slightly in his hand before asking, “By the way, Alex, do you know of a normal house with a room, some open space, and an attached bathroom with a proper water supply?
Maybe something with its own well?”
As soon as Alex heard this, he immediately started thinking about a suitable place.
He leaned back slightly in his chair while rubbing his chin, clearly trying to remember if there was any decent house available nearby that matched Issho’s requirements.
At the same time, Martha happened to be passing by while carrying food toward another table.
The sound of her footsteps briefly slowed after she overheard Issho’s question.
After placing the order down for the customers, she returned toward their side.
“If you do not mind,” Martha said warmly, “we actually have one spare room in the backyard of our restaurant.”
Issho slightly turned his face toward her voice and listened carefully.
“Our house and restaurant are connected together,” she continued.
“So technically, it is part of the same property.
The room is small, but there is proper bedding and everything necessary already there.
There is also a proper water supply and even a well in the courtyard.”
She paused for a moment before asking curiously, “You also mentioned wanting open space.
If you do not mind me asking, what exactly do you need it for?”
After hearing the question, Issho calmly replied, “I need the open space for training, as I am a swordsman.”
As soon as Alex heard that, he was not particularly surprised.
Earlier, while processing the wild boar, he had already noticed two extremely clean cuts on its body.
They were sharp, precise, and swift strikes—not something an ordinary hunter could casually produce.
Still, there was one thing that confused him.
Until now, Alex had never actually seen Issho carrying any proper weapon except for the simple wooden stick in his hand.
Yet somehow, the blind young man in front of him had hunted a wild boar alone and carved through it with sword-like precision.
This kid really is strange, Alex thought silently.
Issho calmly continued, “If you are willing to rent me the room and allow me to stay there, then honestly, that would be best for me.
Not only would I have a proper place to stay, but my eating place would also be close by.
I could simply eat here at the restaurant.”
Hearing this, Martha smiled lightly.
“No worries then,” she replied without hesitation.
The atmosphere around the table relaxed slightly after that.
Nearby diners continued chatting loudly while the smell of cooked meat drifted through the restaurant, but Issho finally felt a small sense of stability settling into his heart.
At least for now, he would no longer need to worry about wandering around searching for shelter.
Issho then said, “In that case, I should probably go and buy a few necessary things.
Bedding and other daily necessities.”
Martha immediately shook her head.
“You do not have to worry about that,” she said.
“As I already mentioned, bedding and everything necessary is already there.”
After hearing this, Issho gave a small nod before asking the most important question.
“How much rent would I have to pay?”
Martha answered honestly, “You would only need to pay three silver coins.
Normally, if you ask around for a house with even a single bedroom, a courtyard, and an attached bathroom with its own well, it would cost at least four silver coins or even more depending on the area.”
She then added with a faint smile in her voice, “But since that room is simply a spare room for us, you can consider this a small offer from my side.
Three silver coins will be enough.”
After hearing Martha’s offer, Issho quietly listened to her voice for a few seconds.
There was no hesitation, greed, or deceit hidden within her tone.
She was genuinely speaking honestly with him.
So Issho gave a small nod and said, “Yes, I am ready.”
A faint smile appeared on Martha’s face after hearing his answer.
Then Issho asked, “Can you guide me to a clothing shop?
I would like to buy some new clothes for myself.”
After hearing this, Martha immediately nodded.
“Do not worry about it,” she said warmly.
“I will send my son, Donny, with you.
He will guide you properly and take you to the best clothing shop in town for us commoners.
We also buy our clothes from there, and the owner knows us well, so he should give you a decent discount too.”
Issho nodded calmly after hearing her arrangement.
Then Martha raised her voice slightly and shouted toward the back area of the restaurant, “Donny!
Come out here, Donny!”
A few moments later, the sound of a gate opening could be heard from behind the restaurant.
Footsteps quickly approached afterward.
A boy around Issho’s age stepped out from the gate that clearly connected the restaurant to Alex and Martha’s living area.
His movements carried a bit of youthful impatience as he walked over toward Martha.