Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

"Wha--no!? What do you mean no?" Ounis quickly retorted in shock.

"Calm down... what I mean is, we don't have it in stock any longer. I'm sure you of all people can understand right, since you liked it so much?" The bald guy smirked.

It was clear to Lyrian that everyone here knew what was going on but refused to speak about it openly.

That was when Lyrian was finished with the conversation, 'This isn't going anywhere...'

"Alright, let's go look at some other swords then," Lyrian said, turning and walking toward the weapons section of the marquee.

Ounis confusedly followed after him after a short pause, as the bald man behind the stall looked at them while gritting his teeth.

As Lyrian pretended to look at a sword a bit away from the stall, he said to Ounis in a low tone, "Call that guy over here. I'll go check out what he has in the stall in the meantime."

"Wh--what!? Isn't that illegal?" Ounis exclaimed, slightly taken aback by Lyrian's proposal.

At that moment, Lyrian slowly looked at him with an unimpressed face.

"Do you know where we are right now? The air we breathe is illegal in this place... stop whining like a little bitch and just go do it." Lyrian turned back toward the sword he was fake looking at.

"For such an arrogant fat noble, I wouldn't take you for such a coward. Guess an easy life brews the weakest of men..."

Hearing this, Ounis gathered himself and turned around, walking toward the stall.

In the next few moments, Lyrian walked even farther away from the weapon he was originally looking at.

At that point, he was almost at the other side of the marquee.

Ounis led the bald man there to check out the weapon, and as they arrived, Lyrian told them that he had to go take a wee and left.

As Ounis continued talking to the bald man could the weapon that Lyrian was looking at, the man stared at Lyrian until he was gone from his sight.

He then lightly tapped something in his ear before resuming conversation with Ounis about the sword.

As soon as Lyrian exited the bald man's line of sight, he turned invisible using the cloak.

He swiftly made his way to the stall and entered it, taking a look underneath the counter.

Everyone knew that this was where a merchant or stall owner stored their most valuable things. Or, it was where they stored things that they wanted to hide from the public.

After moving around a few things, Lyrian noticed a long wooden box at the back which was covered in dust.

He dragged it forward, flipping the lock on it and popping it open.

And just like that, Lyrian saw what he had been looking for. Over a dozen swords with Dark Ore embedded into their hilts.

At that moment, Lyrian heard footsteps swiftly closing in on him.

Suddenly, someone entered the stall. It was a large, angry-looking guard who quickly knelt down to see if anything under the table had been messed with or if anyone was hiding in there.

He looked for a few seconds but saw nothing and decided to leave.

"Tsk... he's always being too paranoid. Calling me over from my station for stupid reasons like this. Who would be foolish enough to go behind the stall and steal something..." The guard said as he left.

Lyrian, who had been staring the guard directly in the face, also exited the stall--having put the box of swords into his storage ring.

Back to where Ounis was, he was currently struggling with distracting the bald man any longer.

"Yeah and so he just really likes swords because... I mean I don't know, they are long and he's not?" He came up with this justification as he yapped.

"Alright... that's enough. How long is it going to take him to take a piss? He should be back by now."

Just as the bald man exclaimed this, Lyrian spoke, "I'm right there... you should learn to be patient man."

The bald man didn't say anything, simply turning toward the sword, "Whatever... so you were interested in this sword or something? What's your offer?" He said as Lyrian didn't even stop for a moment.

"No thanks. I thought about it while peeing and decided not to buy anything from the black market. Don't want anything bad on my record, ya' know?" Lyrian smirked, as he walked out of the marquee.

Ounis swiftly followed behind him, as both of them made their way out of the marquee.

"What did you do? Did he have the swords?" Ounis quickly asked him.

"Yeah... he had them. I took them from him." Lyrian nonchalantly said.

"What? Why? ..."

"Well, you'll see." Lyrian continued in his indifferent tone.

After a few minutes of walking, Lyrian came to the hidden, dark alleyway between two large marquees and quickly entered it.

"Huh? What are you planning here, Lyrian?" Ounis said, not a clue what was going on.

Before long, loud footsteps were heard stomping through the streets, as a voice yelled out, "Get back here, you damn thieves! I'll have you hung! You thought you could get away with it that easily!?"

Lyrian smiled in hearing this, as Ounis saw this cunning expression and quickly retorted, "He's coming! We must run!"

"Just watch..." Lyrian said, "Taking something that could endanger his reputation like this would prompt him to act on emotion. He wouldn't think of bringing any bodyguards which would draw more attention to him."

"Attention is what this is about? He's yelling through the street that there are thieves!" Ounis replied.

"That won't cause anyone to bat an eye... especially not here in the black market."

Ounis was slightly taken aback to hear this, 'This kid... he's planned all of this out!?' 

At that moment, the bald man walked in front of the alley, looking left and right violently.

He stopped as he saw Lyrian and Ounis in the alleyway,

 and quickly stormed forward.

"You thought you could hide here!?" He yelled in anger.

Lyrian said in a low tone, "As I said, he didn't bring any guards. Now, he is away from his shop, and also with no one around as a witness. Perfect."

Ounis stared at Lyrian with a puzzled gaze, 'Just what in the world is he planning on doing!?'