[center][h1]Cervantes Quixote[/h1][/center]

With his business smile still on his face, Cervantes tilted his head forward. "My apologies for that remark," Though both of them knew that what he said was true. If a maid's income was all it took to get into the realm of business, then every servant would be dumping their cash into investment. Nobles were pigs, and the commoners were chickens. One fed with riches while the other couldn't fly off to greater heights.  

If Cervantes heard anything Mella said, he made no effort to show it. "If that is the case, I wish you a good day, miss." With their conversation seemingly over, Cervantes was about to move and then stopped. "My shop is located nearest to one of the entrances. If there is anything you would like to inquire about, then you can head to my shop." With that, he finally turned back and began walking back to his shop. Perhaps he would charge that maid next time for advice.

He didn't get to meet the heroine, so that meant this reality was a little realistic. While a redundant thought, it still rang true. Not everything was pre-determined, though this was only a slight bit of evidence for that case. "Though, what should I do..." Cervantes muttered to himself. It still didn't change the fact that his future was uncertain.

Perhaps it was time for some exploration. Cervantes needed to restock items for his shop, and he needed someone to protect him if the need arose. If he remembered correctly, there was a bulletin board somewhere in the town square. That billboard was a quest-giver to the heroine if she wanted to gain experience. It often involved her helping the people on the school grounds with their errands or dilemmas. He'd just use the billboard to enlist some poor student to follow him around while he collected items.

"Though what should I give as a reward," Cervantes muttered to himself. 

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