Two weeks after his encounter in the Silverwood, Leo accompanied Edmond on a trip that he had been anticipating for months: his first visit to a real human settlement in Arcadia.
The destination was Oakhaven, a fortified trade town situated at the confluence of the River Oakhaven and the main northern trade road. It was not a grand capital like the royal seat of Grayven, but as the primary trading hub for the surrounding mountain valleys, it was a bustling, vital center of commerce.
They departed the cottage at dawn, traveling on foot down the winding mountain trail. Edmond carried a sturdy wooden crate packed with sealed glass jars of refined herbs, several bundles of cured pelts, and a few carefully inscribed utility slates meant for local craftsmen. Leo carried a smaller pack filled with dried rations and his personal notebook.
After a three-hour walk down the valley, the dense forest gave way to cleared farmland, timber fences, and the smell of woodsmoke from dozens of homes.
In the distance, sitting atop a low stone ridge overlooking the river, rose the outer walls of Oakhaven. The walls were constructed from heavy, dark granite blocks, topped with wooden palisades and square watchtowers where guards holding crossbows stood watch. Above the main stone gateway hung the silver falcon banner of House Vance, fluttering lazily in the spring breeze.
As they approached the main gates, Leo took in the sight with quiet fascination.
A steady stream of travelers was lined up at the entrance: farmers pushing wooden carts loaded with cabbages and turnips, mountain hunters carrying bundles of pelts, traveling merchants leading strings of pack mules laden with iron pots and bolts of cloth, and armored guards inspecting incoming cargo.
The sights, sounds, and smells were an overwhelming sensory shift from the quiet isolation of the cottage.
The air smelled of manure, roasted meats, wet straw, and unwashed bodies—a stark reminder of medieval urban reality. People shouted in various regional dialects of the Arcadian Vulgate, copper coins clinked against wooden counters, and iron-shod wheels clattered endlessly over rough cobblestones.
"Keep close to me, Leo," Edmond said softly, adjusting his wool cloak to obscure the embroidered patterns on his sleeves. "And keep your hands on your pack. Towns attract pickpockets as naturally as honey attracts flies."
Leo nodded, stepping closer to his teacher as they passed through the tall stone archway into the town proper.
The interior of Oakhaven was a maze of narrow, twisting alleyways flanked by two- and three-story timber-framed houses. The upper floors of the buildings leaned outward over the streets, nearly touching each other and casting the muddy cobblestones below into perpetual shadow.
Edmond led Leo away from the crowded central market square, turning into a quieter side street lined with artisan shops—blacksmiths, leatherworkers, coopers, and herbalists.
They stopped before a two-story stone building with a small wooden sign hanging over the door. The sign bore an etched symbol of a mortar and pestle surrounded by three interlocking circles—the mark of an accredited apothecary.
Edmond pushed the wooden door open, triggering a small brass bell that chimed softly overhead.
The interior of the shop was quiet, cool, and filled with a complex blend of aromatic scents—dried chamomile, bitter root, pungent pine resin, and faint metallic undertones. Rows of glass bottles, clay jars, and wooden drawers lined the walls from floor to ceiling.
Behind a long counter of polished oak stood an elderly man wearing a leather apron over a clean green tunic. He had thin grey hair, thick spectacles perched on his nose, and hands stained yellow from berry dyes and plant juices.
"Edmond?" the apothecary looked up, his face breaking into a wide, genuinely warm smile. "By the Light, it has been nearly eight months! I was beginning to think the winter wolves had claimed you in your high valley."
"It takes more than a cold winter to get rid of me, Master Corin," Edmond replied with a rare, genuine smile of his own. He placed his wooden crate on the counter. "I have brought the spring harvest of Iron-bark Moss and refined Moon-petal extract as agreed."
The apothecary, Corin, immediately opened the crate, carefully lifting out one of Edmond’s sealed glass jars. He held it up to the light coming through the front window, examining the dark, clear liquid inside with a practiced eye.
"Pristine quality as always," Corin remarked appreciatively. "No sediment, perfect clarity. The local guild alchemists charge twice as much for half the purity."
Corin set the jar down and turned his attention to Leo, who was standing quietly by the door, observing the various herbs displayed on the counter.
"And who is this young assistant?" Corin asked, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't mention taking on help, Edmond."
"This is Leo," Edmond introduced simply. "He assists me with harvesting and basic preparation."
Corin leaned over the counter, looking at Leo through his thick spectacles. "Can you identify what is in this blue jar on my shelf, young man?" he asked, testing the boy with a friendly spark in his eyes.
Leo looked at the small ceramic jar pointed out by the apothecary. He stepped closer, observing the faint powdery residue around the cork seal and sniffing the ambient air near the bottle.
"It's ground Silver-thistle root mixed with crushed chalk," Leo answered calmly. "Used to treat stomach inflammation or as a stabilizing base for minor healing salves."
Corin blinked in surprise, turning to look at Edmond. "He identified the chalk additive just by the visual texture? He's eight years old?"
"He pays attention," Edmond replied dryly, though his tone carried an unmistakable hint of pride.
While Edmond and Corin proceeded to negotiate the trade terms—exchanging the medicinal jars for bags of coarse salt, fine iron needles, several reams of high-grade parchment, and a modest pouch of silver coins—Leo explored the small shop.
In a glass display case near the back of the store, he noticed something that caught his attention.
It was a small, velvet-lined box containing several rough, unpolished gemstones—small garnets, cloudy quartz crystals, and deep blue lapis lazuli fragments. Beside them lay a handwritten tag with prices listed in copper and silver coins.
Focus medium stones, Leo realized.
In runic magic, while iron and stone could hold simple utility arrays, gemstones possessed a far higher mana conductivity. A single polished garnet could store and release energy with three times the efficiency of common granite, making them essential for creating advanced magic items or focus tools.
However, looking at the prices—three silver pieces for a tiny, flawed quartz crystal—Leo understood why Edmond used river stones and slate for their lessons. Magic materials were exorbitantly expensive for common folk.
"Interested in gemstones, young man?"
Corin walked over, carrying a leather pouch of silver coins he had just handed to Edmond.
"They are remarkable materials," Leo admitted honestly. "Their lattice structure allows mana to flow with almost no resistance."
Corin gasped slightly, glancing at Edmond with a mixture of shock and admiration. "Lattice structure? Mana conductivity? Edmond, where did you find this boy? He speaks like a third-year scholar from the Capital Academy!"
"He reads my old textbooks when he should be sleeping," Edmond deflected smoothly, tapping Leo gently on the shoulder. "Come, Leo. We have one more errand to run at the smithy before the sun turns."
Leo bowed politely to Master Corin. "Thank you for allowing me to view your shop, Master Corin."
"A pleasure, young Leo!" the old apothecary called out as they walked toward the door. "If you ever tire of chopping wood for this old hermit, I could use an apprentice with eyes as sharp as yours!"
As they stepped back out into the noisy, crowded street of Oakhaven, Leo felt a quiet sense of excitement. For the first time since reincarnating into this world, he had caught a glimpse of the broader society—its commerce, its crafts, and its endless possibilities.
He was still small, still poor, and still possessed only a tiny pool of mana. But as he walked alongside Edmond through the bustling market, watching merchants trade and craftsmen forge, Leo knew that his foundation was growing stronger every single day.
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