The first priority now was to obtain some of this world's currency.
He also needed to properly understand what kind of world this was and find an opportunity to learn the local script. It was a bit strange; he could clearly communicate with the people here, but when he visited the bookstore earlier, he realized he couldn't read the writing at all.
However, these were all minor issues. As long as he could get money, learning the language would be simple. After all, he had always been confident in his academic abilities, especially when it came to rote memorization.
Thinking of this, Satoru Gojo walked toward a tavern he had seen on the road earlier. He hadn't gone far before his pace slowed slightly.
The sunglasses on his high nose bridge slipped down a fraction, revealing those eyes as crystal clear as jewels. A playful smirk curled on his lips. He didn't turn around; thanks to the Six Eyes, everything in his surroundings was under his observation.
Not far behind him, a small figure was weaving through the crowd, quietly approaching him. It was a blonde girl wearing a red scarf and a short yellow vest. Although she looked young and slender, it was clear she was a very beautiful young girl.
However, this beauty was currently staring at his pocket with her pure crimson eyes, her gaze flickering with a mix of caution and eagerness.
It's really thanks to the Royal Selection that so many wealthy people are coming to the capital lately.
Felt walked through the crowd, using the tall bodies of the pedestrians as cover to approach Satoru Gojo step by step. While Satoru Gojo was exploring earlier, Felt had noticed this guy who was causing all sorts of commotions.
His clothes were clean, his aura was lazy, and he was different in every way from the commoners living at the bottom of society. Especially given the scenes he had caused earlier, he looked like a noble youth who knew nothing of the world.
In Felt's experience, someone like this—without any guards around—was the perfect target for theft! Even though she had a big deal to handle right now, it didn't stop her from doing a little shoplifting on the side.
Following the flow of the crowd, Felt drew closer to him. Soon, she reached Satoru Gojo's side and darted forward like a nimble cat. Her slender, small palm looked fair and delicate under the sunlight. Her rosy fingertips reached precisely for Satoru Gojo's open pocket.
Just as she thought success was guaranteed, her fingers hit an invisible barrier the moment they touched the edge of the pocket. She couldn't reach inside at all.
Having spent years in the slums using theft as a means of survival, Felt had picked countless pockets, but she had never encountered a situation like this. He was right in front of her, within arm's reach. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch him even the slightest bit.
After a brief moment of shock, Felt's internal alarm bells went off. Having survived in the slums for so long, she was extremely cautious of the unknown. In a world with magic, anything that defied common sense was likely caused by magic.
Someone capable of using magic was absolutely not someone she could handle. The best course of action now was to pull back and make a run for it before the other party noticed. With her speed, even if he noticed her now, she was certain she could escape.
However, the moment she turned around, a teasing voice rang in her ear.
"Little kid, you shouldn't be stealing things~"
Felt felt her wrist being seized by a large hand. The warmth of his palm was clearly transmitted to her. Satoru Gojo turned around, looking down at the girl. His lazy tone carried a hint of mockery. Then, taking advantage of the momentum, he gently pinched the back of the girl's collar and lifted her up like a kitten, walking toward the side of the street.
"Let go of me! I don't understand what you're saying!"
Felt kicked her legs frantically like a cat with its fur standing on end. Her palm-sized face was full of wariness, looking both urgent and fierce. At the same time, her hand reached toward her lower back, where she kept a short dagger for self-defense.
She didn't intend to hurt him; she only wanted to pull it out to intimidate him so she could escape. After all, theft and robbery were two completely different concepts.
"Are you looking for this?"
Satoru Gojo watched Felt's movements with a smile, then grabbed the short dagger and shook it gently in front of her. Seeing the dagger, Felt was startled. Immediately, she stopped struggling and relaxed as if resigning herself to her fate.
"Oh? Not planning to resist anymore?"
Felt curled her lip. To be able to take the dagger from her without her even noticing, the other person's strength was definitely far above hers. In this situation, continuing to struggle would only bring more unnecessary trouble.
"I give up."
"But I didn't actually steal anything from you. Why don't you put me down first, and we can talk about compensation..."
Felt put on an act of surrender, starting to act submissive. However, it was all just a surface-level deception. Her real goal was to make Satoru Gojo lower his guard so she could flee.
Having lived in the chaotic slums for years, Felt knew exactly where her advantages lay. It wasn't just that she ran faster and was more agile than others; it was also her age. Most people wouldn't be too vigilant or on guard against a child of her age even if they caught her stealing. That gave her the space to escape. As long as the opponent showed even a tiny bit of laxity, that would be her chance!
"Quite decisive, aren't you?"
"Your technique is also quite practiced. It's a pity your eye for targets is poor; you picked the wrong person."
Satoru Gojo put Felt down and teased her. At the same time, he toyed with several uniquely styled coins in his hand. There were ten coins in total: three looked like they were cast in silver, and seven were roughly made of copper. Patterns were engraved on them, with a palace and a portrait in the center.
The moment Felt landed, she wanted to run, but her eyes were drawn to the coins in Satoru Gojo's hand. Subconsciously, she patted her own pocket, then stared at Satoru Gojo with wide eyes.
"You stole my money?!"
"NONONO."
Satoru Gojo raised his index finger and wagged it gently.
"It's just a small punishment for your attempted theft."
Satoru Gojo's voice was lazy, carrying a hint of nonchalance.