A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis

Volume 12 Chapter 46: Where Are We?

At the end of the fourth day, Keith and Muriel walked together. Muriel couldn’t help but apologize, “I’m sorry about this, Keith.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ve already got a lot of people here, so the more, the merrier." More people weren't a problem. It was usual for him to enter the living room to see people eating cookies with a smile. The only thing different was that there were more people.

"Big brother!" Leon, Laura, and Long Hao dashed over. That was when he noticed something in their hand, "Hmm, so you guys won teddy bears?"

"Mmhmm!" "Fluffy!" "Cute." The three hugged their teddy bears tightly as they savored the warmth. Keith grinned, "Glad you three like them."

"Dammit! I should have eaten more!" Cadmus roared. But that caused Long Yueying and Yukiko to stroke his head. 

"..."

"Anyways, are we not going to talk about that?" Keith then pointed over to where Carolyn and the other S-class were. That confidence they had yesterday was nowhere to be found. They were lifeless as they looked up at the ceiling.

“...No one came to our stall today.” Long Lihua muttered. 

“Huh?” Jack and Sarah were befuddled.

Muriel explained, “I went to their section before, and it was pretty hollow.” That surprised her. She had gone in the middle of the day to check up on S-class; she saw a barren section. Only a couple of people headed there.

"..." The others were silent. Even the adults didn't know what to say to cheer them up. They were confused as to why their stalls didn't work out. It was filled with the usual materials that would make anyone curious.

"Well, your section was doomed from the start," Keith muttered as he poured himself a cup of tea. That only caused Carolyn and the others to tilt their heads. 

“Huh?”

“We were doomed from the start?!”

“...Keith, you got to dumb it down for us a bit.” The way he said it was too general. No one could understand it.

“May, you understand, right?” The only other person who would get this would be May.

The maid nodded, “Yes, Young Master. I understand what you’re saying.” She turned to the rest, "From the start of your decision, it was a mistake. The most suitable analogy to your situation is having a rock tied to your back as you try to swim."

“Eh?” 

“Hah, seriously, how do you guys not get this?” These little brats. Keith then further dumbed it down, “Where are we?” 

“Our island.”

“No, I mean in general.” 

“Vastoria.”

“And what is Vastoria?”

“A city full of adventurers and-”

“Ah-” Faelyn finally understood. 

Keith simplified it further, "A city composed mostly of merchants and adventurers who obtain drop items? You guys decided to focus on selling the same thing?"

“Ohhh!” Now Herrick and the others got it. What they chose to do was basically the worst possible option for them; the environment did not help their case. 

"But the other sections are selling items as well!" Some classes went the same route as them.

"Not drop items. Vastoria caters to mid to high-class people. The drop items you collected are basically in that range. You guys are basically competing with the merchant shops.” By choosing this, they were not competing with the other students; they were also contending in the same market as the merchants.

“And you guys are not winning that race because these merchants have a reputation, and they know what they're doing.” Knowledge and resources were easily superior to students.

"I'm pretty sure your customers glanced down at your items and probably thought they could find it cheaper in the city." It was highly likely.

“...” Carolyn and the others were nearly dying from his words. Each word from him was a stab to their heart.

Krystal muttered, “So it’s impossible for us to catch up.” 

“We’re doomed from the start.”

“Are we going to be in last place?”

"No. You guys will probably rank second to last? D-class is doing the same thing but on a cheaper scale." Unlike the S-class, who had capable fighters who could tackle mid-high tier dungeons, the D-class didn’t have that. Their items wouldn't sell properly.

"..." That didn't comfort them at all!

“Tsk tsk.” Keith shook his head, “You guys are so screwed. Grandpa Cadmus, will this be the first time S-class ranks this low?” 

“Ugh, probably? There were times when S-class lost in total profits, but they were second. They're never in the bottom three.” It was next to impossible with their abilities.

“Hah,” Keith shrugged, “Well, they’re going to make it this time!” 

“Stop making this worse for us!” Carolyn and the others were so close to tears.

Keith shrugged, “To be honest, it’s your fault for choosing it, so it's not my problem!”  

“It was Chelan who did it!”

“He was the one who decided everything!”

“Even when we tried to give suggestions, he shot them down!” 

Chelan basically took the reins and drove straight! He controlled everything while they listened. 

“And that’s what happens when you don’t do a mutiny.” Keith rolled his eyes, “I don’t want to hear anything about this being Chelan fully at fault. If you guys really thought something was wrong, you should have grouped together and told him instead of muttering alone.” Chelan was at fault, but they also shared the blame.

“Ugh…” They really had nothing to say about this.