"Dear Sir, I have a customer who is looking for a replacement, let's do it."
Robert told me that during a vacation I set aside as a prep period before heading into the dungeon offense.
"Were you named?
"Yeah. With Marlon from the Midgard Chamber of Commerce."
"Mr. Malone! I'll see you soon. Get ready."
"Yes, sir."
Swoops through the body and leaves, Robert.
It didn't have to be. He's a brilliant butler, but he seemed to be applauded for grasping the spirit.
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"We're out of time. Dear Mr. Rand."
"No, I asked you to come all the way here..."
"That's perfectly fine. I also saw something very interesting."
It felt like it was interesting to see this territory, which became an undead town.
Since then, this one has been out of my mind for a while, but I was only told that it would come soon through the bat Milm gave me.
It should mean that we have an eye for the production of the equipment, or we can do it now.
"So, that means you're here..."
"Yes. It's about the equipment you were asking for."
But the expression is dark.
Milm opened his mouth when he was wondering.
"You smell like death."
"The smell of death...?
Mr. Malone started to get his head on me thinking something was wrong.
"Is a boulder something like a vampire lord even known as the King of Death..."
Mr. Malone laughed bitterly when he said that for a moment.
In the next moment he returned to a serious look and told me the situation.
"Let me put it straight in. Selah, who was the best craftsman in our Chamber of Commerce... that craftsman who said he was a half of a high elf and a dwarf... died"
Lie down, Mr. Marlon.
The look made me feel more serious than the loss of the Chamber of Commerce or the impact on our dealings.
Of course there will be parts of it that the great event of death will make it so.
But did I say Serra... the artisan's personal connection and thoughts with Mr. Marlon made him feel like he was making that look
"You're bringing him in, aren't you?
"Have you noticed...... since then I have also looked into something called Necromancer. But I can't get to any information other than that of Mr. Rand... Still, I wonder if there is any hope in this situation, relying on Mr. Rand's information..."
That was not the merchant's word.
It was the true wish of an individual named Marlon, as one human being.
"Was he untrained?
"That would be so... because at any rate the last sword was undoubtedly the best material of all time, in enough condition to determine that the best performance of all time had been promised, but I was out of breath in the middle of the process..."
"I see..."
Maybe we can do that.
"Shouldn't it be faster either way?
"Right. Mr. Malone, what about the body of the craftsman...?
"This way."
Among the luggage I thought had been brought in in large quantities was a crate that was indeed a coffin.
"Much smaller... is that a woman ⁉"
If I thought you were a very painful old man because you said dwarf and you said craftsman, you looked like a girl only about ten years old.
Well, that's not the time.
It's just... can you?