Atelier Tanaka

I walked along the river and there was really a city.

I was able to go home safely.

Goblins vary.

Shall I go grab some folded confectionery sometime to thank you?

And now I'm reporting to the Adventurer Alliance for work completion.

"Well, this is macorn grass."

"What is it?"

Over the counter, talk to a macho, skinheaded jerk.

"It's a more precious herb than the Aruna grass I was asking for. There's not much growing around here."

"Oh, really? So the request is a failure?

"I would have, but, well, if you'd picked this up instead, I'd deal with it by replacing the request. Aruna grass requests are out all year round. The guild's wholesale destination is also a major chamber of commerce, so it's like there's no deadline."

I see, is there such a request as well?

It would be like collecting empty cans of the homeless.

What a worthy analogy for me right now.

"Thank you"

This macho. He looks scary, but maybe he's surprisingly good.

Or outcome supremacy?

Well, here's the reward.

"Oh, thank you."

Macho removes some coins from the bottom of the counter.

"This number of McCorn grass means three silver coins and ten copper coins."

"I see. Thank you."

Although the value of a single piece of silver coin is perfect, I'll take it as much as I can.

Charin. Charin.

The coins you receive go into your trouser pocket.

"Well, that's it for now."

"Hi, thank you"

Me, thank you, you're the only one talking. Well, Macchio can't help it because he's afraid to look. It feels like a mafia. It hardens the conversation with nature.

If you say so already, I don't like the atmosphere in the store either. If you go outside the country, to a downtown bar full of strong white people, etc., you will surely get the same air. I don't know.

An environment where Japanese people with a small physique and yellow soy sauce face do not feel terrible. Because of the difference in race, I also feel terribly uncomfortable being gazed at by Girosilo.

After the shittiness and the Adventurer's Alliance.

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It's hard not knowing the value of the money. I get stuffed in my life.

I asked the young lady on the road there. You, I was wondering if you could teach Odishan how to count the money a little bit. If you tell me properly, I'll give you a price, so be it.

As a result, it was found.

One silver coin and a hundred copper coins. Five to ten copper coins for one meal. From thirty copper coins in one night at the inn. In other words, one piece of copper coin is worth about 100 yen in Japanese yen.

So now my possession is about 30,000 yen.

I see, I see.

When I gave the price three copper coins, the toddler left with joy.

When you deal with high school girls in Japan for the same amount of talk, they take thousands of yen. If you turn it into a girl junior high school student, you will be arrested. For girls in elementary school, the buzzer sounds just as close as it gets.

Damn, you're in Lolicon Heaven in another world.

YES lolita, GO fuck.

"First, we just have to buy bags and clothes..."

I'm not very comfortable wearing it right now. Shirts and trousers washed in the river are drying up gradually. The dry climate will also help, and it will be karakara by sundown. However, it is unforgivable to welcome tomorrow with one of these. Tear or unravel everywhere.

So I'm shopping.

Walk down the street and investigate the market when you enter the right store.

Used products were cheap, so I toured all the old clothes shops and arranged a set of top and bottom sets. Jacket and trousers made of thick skin. And a kind of underwear made of cotton-like fabric.

Also, look for a welcoming store in that neighborhood and buy bags as well. Even though the bag is an extremely simple substitute for tightening the mouth of a large leather bag to a hippo made of skin as well.

Together, these cost one silver coin.

Quite expensive.

Two silver coins left.

What to buy with this.

That has already been decided.

"When I say different worlds, you're a sword, Sword, Blade. That sort of thing."

You're old enough to turn your forties into the present and dream about a bit of a swordsman or something.

Do you want to go to the weapons store?

Weapon store.

Walk on the main street in a hurry looking for an arms dealer.

It's about time the sun went down.

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"Hello."

I found an arms dealer.

When I enter the store, there are lots of swords, axes, spears. Sugee, something like this, like even coming to a theme park that feels like that.

I never get tired of just watching. Nice, sword. Nice, weapon. It stands like a fantasy game weapon store has been realized as it is.

But hey, this, it's very expensive.

I looked at the price tag, like thirty silver coins or fifty?

Three hundred pieces if it's expensive?

Hey, hey, you can buy a Prius or a new car.

"Um."

They're all expensive and untouchable.

A piece of silver would be nice.

"What?

Ask the clerk.

"Is there any weapon you can buy for about a single piece of silver coin?

"One silver coin? No."

The clerk answers instantly across the counter without reacting in a busy manner.

It was only for a moment that I turned my gaze here.

How heartless.

It feels like an artisanal dwarf.

By the looks of it, this clerk is a dwarf.

It's a raw dwarf. Awesome.

"Don't you..."

"It's not just my shop, it's a good place to go out of common sense about what to do with a single piece of silver. First of all, assuming he's selling it, he's not busy selling it for that price."

"Oh, right. Sorry to bother you."

"Damn, if you're chilling, just get out of here."

"Yes......"

Give up and leave the store.

Apparently you should give up your weapon.

Walking down the street, I wonder what's going on.

Drug collection is going to be a job for the moment. The biggest problem is the emergence of goblins at where the herbs are collected. I wish I was just a talkative guy, like I met him today, but I have a feeling that's impossible for a boulder.

At least I need a weapon for self-defense.

"Ah, if only I could use magic or something."

I wish I could fly a fireball or something.

I got healing magic, but I didn't get attacking magic.

You did.

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Skill Points Remaining: 2

Yeah, yeah, this is it. Looks like Active only has healing magic.

No, seriously, there's something going on down there.

He said he had extra skill points.

What a pleasure.

"You're gonna have to use this"

I don't know how to use it.

There's no cursor in the window or anything in the first place.

Oh, no, not really.

At times like this, we can handle it if we remember, and the market is set.

"I want to fly a fireball. I want to fly a fireball. I want to play fireball. I want to play fireball. Fireball. Fireball. Nice firewall, on the other hand. Fire arrows are fine. I like flair lance and stuff. Flare, flare, flare."

Walking down the road, with bumps.

I can stare you in the eye looking crazy from around, but I don't care.

It's avoided but irrelevant.

After roaring for a while, something came.

Inside the body, viculent and irritating feeling.

"The unexplained response is flaccid."

Skills window with a sense of certainty.

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Flame Magic: LV1

Skill Points Remaining: 1

"There you go. Zarami."

Something's growing.

I don't know exactly what magic it is, but now I'm sure there's something out there. If thoughts are coming, it will be a burning flame, burning down enemies, like.

You don't have to buy a sword for this.

"All right, all right, you can look for a place to stay tonight with confidence."

When I was wandering through the woods with my cunt attached to my right hand, I was anxious to see what would happen, but somehow I felt like I could see where I was going.

Feeling like I could move on.

By the way, what is the maximum skill level?

The others are Max displays, so I don't know.

I mean, are the others, like me, raising their skill levels while un-roaming? I wonder. It's refreshing. I want a tactical wiki.

Next time, I'll try to catch a young girl on the road and ask her.

I like these toddlers because they listen to even busaments like me.

I'm gonna bounce the rent.

I mean, if I give you silver coins, you normally seem to be able to take them all the way to sex.

If I can afford a nostalgia, I'll give it a try.

"... well, for now, it's rice, rice"

Let's do that.

The only water I drank in the river today is what I put in my stomach.

I'm hungry. Decreased.

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He walked through the city and, as the sun went down, entered a restaurant like a tavern and restaurant.

I smelled good from the store.

The store is very busy. 90% of the seats were filled.

I slipped into the few remaining counter seats and got in safely earlier. Experience alcohol from different worlds for the first time while cheeking on meat dishes of no provenance ordered.

Not quite, no.

Not bad.

The food looks like steak.

Alcohol is like German beer.

I prefer both.

"Good, good"

The food flattened fast.

I walked a lot today, so dinner goes on.

After dinner, have a drink.

The alcohol is delicious. Alcohol is great.

It's good to have alcohol in this world, too. The track is irreversible, so if it weren't for alcohol, it would have been a big deal. Really, thanks. Saved.

Empty the second cup and don't hesitate to spit out your puffer and liquor-smelling breath.

"Uh, let's drink."

Well, I'm not that strong, so it's hard not to be as strong.

This place is less secure than Japan.

"But I think one more drink or so would be good"

Let's order another drink.

"Sumima..."

I raised my hand and tried to call the waitress.

In those places, something hard hit the back of the head directly.

Gotun and a pretty severe shock came.

"What..."

After a few moments, the cracking sound of Gashan and stiff things echoes behind him.

Was it even thrown on a plate?

What kind of store is this?

"Kafuku, Kafuku..."

Hang the healing magic as you rub the back of your head desperately.

The pain immediately withdrew.

Seriously, what happened to this store?

Build up some dissatisfaction and turn around.

Then there are signs that the fight is about to start.

There are two scary machos in the system gathered in the Adventurer's Guild, roaring face to face. We're intimidating each other. It's a terrible animal and barbaric sight. Looks like it could be a combination right now.

I'm helpless and scared.

…………

Turn around hard. Turn right, out of sight.

I wouldn't have liked it if I'd gotten involved.

"Shh, I'm sorry, um, I need a replacement..."

Now call the clerk a little modest.

"... Um, are you okay? It sounded amazing."

The waitress who came cared for my back of the head.

Very good man.

She is a mid-teenage woman. The brown hair is cut to the point of touching her shoulders, and her eyes are crisp and adorable, quite a beautiful girl. I get a lively impression from how well I go around the store. Looks good in apron.

"Yes, I'm fine, so, uh, please replace the alcohol. Same one."

"Duh, you're the one who can't move..."

"No, nothing..."

All you have to do is drink.

I don't know about the fight back there. I don't know.

She nodded that she understood and went to get a replacement for the alcohol.

Waiting for this for a while.

I guess it's about time, I started to wonder, another shock to the back of my head.

"No..."

Now I'm here with Gorn.

Here comes something more intense than just now.

Shortly after he screams, he will be the feather to ram to the counter.

Shortly afterwards, Gotun, a low sound was heard from the side of the floor.

Perhaps even a cup made of wood flew in.

"Or kafu, kafu..."

I'm in a hurry to recover.

After a few moments, the injury draws from the back of my head.

"... damn, it's a damn tavern"

Hiraki, look behind you.

There, as always, the two machos stare at each other.

"Um, are you okay?

Mr. Waitress brought a replacement.

As before, that gaze seems to be directed towards the back of my head.

I'm happy with the words of care.

"Yeah, well, somehow"

"It sounded pretty loud..."

"Better than that, you know, can I have that?

"Ah, yes. Go ahead."

Get a replacement.

Alcohol replacement.

"Ah, the alcohol is delicious..."

"... but you're sturdy. Ah Tama."

"It's not like I'm tough."

Recovery magic is great.

If it weren't for this, I would have been stuffy for a few minutes.

"Ah..."

"Huh?"

Mr. Waitress raised his bare voice.

At the same time, I came with Dosun.

My body is pushed out of my chair and I roll to the floor.

Totally blew it up.

That's a lot of mass.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Bark unintentionally.

Oh, my God. Already.

Screaming loudly as well, he repeatedly crossed over to restore magic to his body.

Make sure the pain has pulled off and wake up the body.

Then, immediately nearby, one crack of Macchio had fallen.

Apparently, the main body flew in.

"So, are you okay?

"... if you say it's okay, it's okay."

Macchio, who falls, must have hit him hard, even in the head, unconscious.

The other, the remaining macho, looked at this with a satisfying look.

"Um, customers..."

The clerk with the worrying look is a beautiful girl.

Will you worry about me?

Thank you.

Gain healing in that eye.

"... what, Temehe is also a jerk? Ah?"

The remaining macho is staring at me. He is awesome with his fingers ringing. Apparently, there's quite a bit of booze around. Isn't your face bright red? I'm sure he forgot about the next day when he was drunk. It's the type of drinking.

In the meantime, let's check your status.

Name: Otto McFayle

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 23

Job: Swordsman

HP: 420/509

MP: 0/0

STR: 170

VIT: 220

DEX: 121

AGI: 87

INT: 20

LUC: 28

You can't win this.

I'm paper armored, so if I get hit first, I'll die.

You'll be done when the restorative magic didn't make it.

"No, nothing..."

Pull the chair hard and correct your original residence.

"Heh! You scared the shit out of me, you virgin!

I'm sorry I'm a virgin.

I'm sorry I didn't experience it.

I mean, why are they selling fights to me?

"... excuse me"

Let's just apologize.

"Ha, Tsuman, you little bastard!

Then the other person turned his consciousness to the other with a clear mood.

Apparently, it helped.

Again, take your gaze off Macchio to avoid getting involved any more.

Above the counter, alcohol that miraculously did not overflow.

Take this, with Gokugoku.

Ah, the alcohol is delicious. Delicious, delicious, but something, that's it.

There's a macho rolling under my feet.

Behind you, Macchio is wrapping a crease around another man again.

The tension in the store sucks.

Something feels like the drunkenness has cooled in one shot already.

Uh, let's stop around here today.

"Excuse me, please bill me"

"Ah, yes..."

I paid ten pieces of copper coins and left the drinker behind.