The pub called the ‘Bastard’s Pocket’ was not just a place to drink. It was also a place where smugglers and fences actively gathered. Now that Hiveden’s order had completely collapsed due to the recent situations, the smugglers and fences were enjoying unusual prosperity. As lots of people involved in managing the city had died, the smugglers and fences began to sell out the items they had been hiding.

“I didn’t think that merchants who took advantage of the chaos after a disaster would be welcomed,” Juan said.

“No. The profits earned here will all be used for the reconstruction of Hiveden,” Opert, the head of the smugglers, answered as if there were no problems. “The fences and smugglers are all moving under the commands of the Order of Huginn. Other members of the organizations have also quit and become obedient, so we are able to control everything with ease. Oh, by the way—didn’t you say that you were looking for something?”

“Yes. I’m looking for items that are required to transfer my spirit to a different body,” Juan nodded.

“To transfer…your spirit?” Opert asked with a perplexed look.

“Yes. I don’t think it’s possible for me to do it with my own power, so I’m going to need some...