Three days later Iris and I were used to living in the city.

Not only leaves, we also sell potions sold by Anya.

"Please buy this healing and strengthening potion,"

Seeing such excited irises makes me happy. Most of our buyers were lower ranked adventurers trying to level up.

"Thank you for coming, next time come again!"

"Ya, thank you."

It doesn't feel like we've sold bottles during the day.

"You guys have worked hard," the voice came from a 500 year old elf.

"Sherin!" I say his name.

"Want to buy a potion?" I said in response with a wave of his hand.

"I just stopped by, I bought a lot of food for our new house celebration tonight, I'm here to invite you. You guys will come right?"

"We're coming," answered Iris.

"Good, then I'm going, see you tonight."

"See you."

We only watched Sherin leave from a distance.

"We'd better go see Anya for some money,"

Iris and I headed to Anya's house, not much different from the houses in this town. The house is only medieval European s