A Gentle Noble's Vacation Recommendation

Judge’s shop also buys dungeon item paintings.

However, unless a specific customer places an order like “Please keep an eye out for paintings like these,” they rarely put them up for sale in their own shop. They have connections with art dealers specializing in dungeon paintings, so when those dealers visit, they sell the paintings in bulk.

Originally, such items don’t come up very often. Keeping them until the art dealers arrive doesn’t take up much space.

“Alright, that should be all…”

Having finished packing the last of the five paintings in the shop, Judge finally exhaled deeply.

The art dealers had appeared just a few days ago. They planned to visit several shops, announce their visit, then come back again once the preparations for buying and selling were complete.

Moreover, they don’t just buy items. They also bring several paintings from their shop established in the Commerce Nation (Malcaid) so as not to miss any business opportunities.

“(They mentioned having some noble patrons too, huh)”

Some nobles have a fondness for dungeon paintings.

It’s more about their value as art pieces rather than simple preference. Since the value often takes precedence over taste, merchants put in extra effort.

Though it seemed they were pleased to have even one noble with a discerning eye. Who could that have been?

“...Ah.”

Judge propped a painting against the leg of the workbench and muttered softly upon noticing a flyer nearby. It was handed over by the art dealers, just in case it might be of interest.

Picking up the flyer and glancing down, it advertised an event with illustrations. Since Judge’s shop was running, they couldn’t participate, but there was someone he thought might be interested in the content.

“(Next time they come, I’ll ask about it.)”

Judge relaxed his lips into a faint smile and looked around the shop, wondering where to put up the flyer.

The location was the central square in the heart of the Capital City. Sometimes a certain theater troupe performed there, sometimes it announced the founding festival, making it a familiar place for the capital’s citizens.

Such an open and spacious place was regularly bustling with people. But today it was livelier than usual, and everyone, young and old, seemed to be enjoying themselves.

“‘Grand Painting Festival! Win prizes through painting experiences.’ Hmm, how much?”

“Hmm... it doesn’t say.”

“Then it probably isn’t much money.”

Amid the lively crowd, Rizel and the others were also sitting on chairs scattered around the square. Eleven was fluttering the flyer as he looked it over, then handed it back to Rizel.

By the way, since they had no plans to go out elsewhere today, all three were dressed casually. Their atmosphere was more relaxed than when they were adventuring. They were completely off-duty.

“It’s probably about everyone having fun painting together.”

“Ah, I see.”

Watching the children who had just run past noisily, Rizel smiled warmly.

Many, like Rizel’s group, probably came more for the painting experience than the prize money. It seemed there was even a service where professional painters would offer critiques, Rizel thought, lowering her gaze back to the flyer.

“And maybe we can expect some prize money, too.”

“Huh?”

“Look.”

Pointing to the corner of the flyer, Eleven came over, his small chair rattling as he moved.

When Jill leaned over with them to take a look, they saw the words “Co-hosted by the Capital City Adventurers’ Guild.”

“Ah, so the guild might add some color?”

“Yeah, I saw this posted at the guild too.”

Just as the adventurers’ guild in Astarnia held various events to interact with the citizens, the Capital City was also actively trying to improve its image.

This was probably part of that effort. Since the guild also buys dungeon items, it wouldn’t be strange for them to have connections with art dealers.

“But I can’t draw anything that would win a prize.”

“Me neither.”

“Same here.”