The immediate priority now was to get some money from this world.
Then properly understand what kind of world this was, and also find an opportunity to diligently study this world's writing.
One thing was strange: he could clearly communicate with the people of this world, but when he went to the bookstore earlier, he found he couldn't understand this world's writing at all.
However, these were minor issues.
As long as he could get money, learning the writing would be quite simple.
After all, since childhood, he had been quite confident in his learning abilities, especially when it came to rote memorization.
After some thought, Gojo headed towards the tavern he had seen on the road earlier.
Not far along, Gojo's pace slowed slightly.
His Sunglasses slipped slightly down his tall nose bridge, revealing those gem-like, crystal-clear eyes. The corner of his mouth lifted in a teasing smile.
He didn't look back, but under the effect of his Six Eyes, everything around him was within his observation.
And not far behind him.
A petite figure was mingling within the crowd, silently drawing closer to him.
It was a golden-haired girl wearing a red scarf and a yellow short jacket.
Although she looked very young and had a slender figure, one could tell she was an exceptionally beautiful young girl.
However, this beautiful girl was currently staring at his pocket with those pure crimson eyes, a flicker of wariness and eagerness deep within them.
'Thanks to the Royal Selection, so many rich folks have been coming to the capital lately.'
Felt moved through the crowd, using the tall figures of the surrounding pedestrians to shield herself, step by step approaching Gojo.
While Gojo was exploring earlier, Felt had noticed this fellow causing a ruckus everywhere.
His clothes were clean, his demeanor lazy—every aspect was completely different from those commoners living at the bottom of society.
Especially the incidents he had stirred up earlier; he seemed like a young noble who knew nothing of the world.
Based on Felt's experience, this type of person without any guards was a perfect target for theft!
Although she currently had a big deal to handle.
That didn't stop her from pilfering on the side while making preparations.
Following the flow of people, Felt continuously drew closer to her target.
Soon, she had reached Gojo's side, then darted forward like a nimble cat.
Her slender, small hand appeared pale and delicate under the sunlight.
Her rosy fingertips accurately reached towards Gojo's open pocket.
However, just as she thought success was assured, the moment her fingers touched the edge of the pocket, they were blocked by an invisible barrier.
No matter how she tried, she couldn't reach inside.
Having lived in the slums for years, surviving by theft, and having Felt countless pockets, this was the first time Felt had encountered such a situation.
It was right there, within reach.
Yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch it in the slightest.
After a brief moment of astonishment.
The wariness in Felt's heart erupted.
Having survived in the slums for years, she was extremely wary of such unknown occurrences.
Because in this world where magic existed, anything beyond common sense could be caused by magic.
And someone capable of wielding magic was definitely not someone she could handle.
The best course now was to withdraw her hand before being discovered and make a quick escape.
With her speed, even if the other party noticed now, she was absolutely confident she could get away.
Yet, the moment she turned to flee, a teasing voice sounded by her ear.
"Little kids shouldn't steal, you know~"
Felt Felt her wrist being caught by a large hand.
The warmth of the palm clearly transmitted to her.
Gojo turned around, looking down at the girl before him, his tone lazy yet carrying a hint of teasing.
Then, taking advantage of the moment, he gently pinched the back of the girl's collar, lifting her up like a kitten, and walked towards the side of the street.
"Let me go, I don't understand what you're saying!"
Felt thrashed like a bristling kitten, her legs kicking wildly.
Her palm-sized face was full of wariness, giving off an impression of both urgency and ferocity.
At the same time, one of her hands reached towards the small of her back, where she kept a short knife for self-defense.
She didn't really intend to hurt anyone; she just wanted to use it to intimidate the other party so she could escape.
After all, theft and robbery were two completely different concepts.
"Are you looking for this?"
Gojo watched Felt's movements with a smile, then gently waved a short knife in front of her.
Seeing the short knife, Felt was startled.
Immediately, she stopped struggling altogether, relaxing as if resigned to her fate.
"What, not planning to resist anymore?"
Felt pouted. Someone who could take the knife from her person without her noticing was definitely stronger than her.
In such a situation, continuing to struggle and resist would only bring more unnecessary trouble upon herself.
"I admit defeat."
"But I didn't actually steal anything from you. How about you put me down first, and we can have a proper chat about compensation..."
Felt put on a submissive, compromising appearance.
However, all of this was merely a superficial act to deceive others.
Her real goal was simply to make Gojo lower his guard so she could escape.
Having spent years lurking in the chaotic slums, Felt knew exactly where her advantages lay.
It wasn't just that she could run faster and was more agile than others; it was also her age.
Most people wouldn't be too vigilant or wary of a child her age, even if they caught her in the act of stealing.
This gave her the room to escape.
As long as the target let their guard down even a little, that was her chance!
"You're quite decisive, aren't you."
"Your technique is pretty practiced too, but it's a pity your judgment is poor—you picked the wrong target."
Gojo set Felt down, speaking in a teasing tone.
At the same time, he toyed with a few coins of peculiar design in his hand.
There were ten coins in total; three looked like they were cast in silver, and about seven appeared to be copper.
They were engraved with patterns, with a palace and a portrait in the center respectively.
As soon as Felt hit the ground, she wanted to run, but her gaze was drawn to the coins in Gojo's hand.
Subconsciously, she patted her pocket, then widened her eyes as she stared at Gojo.
"You stole my money?!"
"NONONO."
Gojo held up his index finger and waved it gently.
"This is just a small punishment for your thievery."
Gojo's voice was lazy, carrying a hint of nonchalance.