Atelier Tanaka

Overnight stay at the inn.

The next day I had breakfast at a neighborhood diner and then came to the Adventurers Guild first thing in the morning. I was going to aim for a little rough time together.

However, this guy is always diligent with his gothic face. As usual yesterday, there are a lot of machos in the store. I guess morning and evening are crowded times.

"Excuse me."

"Oh, it's you"

Over the counter, talking to clerk Macchio.

The other guy remembered this face.

Well, the Asians stand out.

Almost everything around me looks like a Westerner.

Some elves and beasts, but those also have a western frame on their faces.

Asians have zero except themselves.

"Sorry, same medicinal herb quest as yesterday"

"Oh, I'll get the reception done, so go."

"And I'm sorry, can I check the shape of the herb?

"Oh? You don't know?

"No, for once, I'm sorry."

"Damn, that's hard."

Macho takes the paperwork out of the shelf behind the counter, complaining about the bumps. I pulled out a few pieces of paper contained in a leather file.

"Get one of these. Then I'll buy you out."

"I see."

Paper arranged over the counter.

There were grasses and flowers, one by one, drawn on each of them.

I don't know who drew it, but it's pretty good.

Take a look and remember the contents.

"Thank you"

"Bye, you're going to die."

"Sorry, sorry for the inconvenience"

Exchange is a simple thing.

That's how we exchanged just a couple of things, early things after the guild.

Going to the woods.

Now we decided to pass the river from the city so we wouldn't get lost.

◇ ◆ ◇

It's all about walking along the river for two hours.

It's only been an hour since I went into the woods.

I found a familiar figure ahead of me.

"Oh, maybe you were a goblin yesterday"

"Ningen......"

Goblins. Good goblins.

Standing on the river plain, staring at this one. What if there's something different about him than yesterday, the fact that he's got a little goblin in his arm?

The little goblin, haha and breathless, also appears as a terribly weak one. If you look closely, there was a bow and arrow stabbed in one arm.

I guess it's been quite a while since I stabbed him. Did the affected area contain bacteria or it was badly swollen and rotten? It's nearly twice as thick as the other arm.

"What's the matter, it"

"Imout...... sinisou"

I see, your sister.

"... ningen, kole, naositehosii"

"Fine, fine. I'll take care of it."

I'll heal you.

Recovery magic toward Goblin sister held by Goblin.

Remember to heal and heal.

Then, for the first time the wound nodded, the arrow was drained from the body so that the flesh drove the foreign body out. Eventually, the wound is filled so that the meat can flourish to resuscitate the skin.

The area around the executive, which was swollen with infection, also regains calm accordingly. Redness is lost, resulting in the original green goblin skin.

What happened just a few seconds ago?

What an instant. I don't even think this is a good idea for the world.

"Ohh......"

Goblins stare into their own breasts in the eyes of admiration.

Sister Goblin was completely cured.

"What's it like?"

It's a gift from someone else.

That charming god of words and deeds, what are you doing by now?

"Oniichan, Itaku, Nyo... Itaku, Nye..."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, yokatta. Yokatta......"

The two stared at each other for a while and embraced each other to check on each other somehow.

Good. Good.

It's not a very moving sight.

As for this one, I don't really feel it.

I guess it's because I don't have any difficulty.

"... Ningen, Tuscutta. Aligato."

"Well, don't worry about it, he says he'll have it."

"Soledemo, Aligato. Tuscutta."

Goblin sister, I'm going to look at Jizz and Koch while my brother holds me.

Well, it's a regular goblin.

The one who can't even judge gender differences is the one who says race differences.

It's the same as not being able to judge a bastard male or female.

"Well, I have a job to do, so here we go."

I have to go find some herbs.

Then the goblins will hold this back.

"... Kyoumo, Yaxouka?

"Oh, you're right."

I can't eat without working.

When I was in Japan, I didn't have to work for a day or two to get paid by the company. I should have just sat in my seat, looked at the website appropriately, said it was a technical survey, or something.

I can't stop being thrilled and excited that the leather bag I carried is all property now. If it weren't for healing magic, I'd think you'd be mad by now.

"Solenara, Matteiro. Oleini, Tottekle"

"Oh, really?

"Scosi, Kakal. Demo, Mattero. Docohemo, Icuna"

"Oh, my goodness. If that's the case, sweeten your words."

This helps.

Thankful story.

◇ ◆ ◇

Would you have waited an hour?

When I was finally getting tired of it, Goblin came back. And somehow, he's holding a big leather bag in both hands. By your side, sister. This one holds a leather bag as well.

"Oh, wow, isn't that a big bag?"

"Here, Yaxow, Heitel"

Put the leather bag down under my feet with Dosari.

A peek at the open mouth reveals a variety of grasses inside wassa wassa.

How much?

"No way, all this?

"Mot al. Mouskosi, Mattel"

"No, no, no, that's enough. That's enough."

I mean, I can't take it home.

"... Inoca?

"Fine. Because I don't need it that much. I'm fine, because I just appreciate your concern."

"Souka......"

When I say no, I look a little sorry.

Why isn't this goblin such a good guy?

"Goblin, Matimadeikennai. Cocode, squid?

"Whoa, enough. Thank you very much."

"Imout, Naositemoratta, Olay"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. It's okay."

"Aligato. Totemo, Tuscutta"

"Uh, and, uh, this is advice, or a status report."

"... Houkokokok?

"People in cities across the river are praised for killing goblins here in the woods. That's why it's so hard being in these woods. If you can, I think you should move to another land."

"Sounanoka?... Omaemo, Oretachi, Korosnoka?

"No, no, no, no way. You owe me your life. [M] I wouldn't do that."

"Souka......"

"If your sister's important, I think you should move on."

"... Wakatta"

"I'm not saying I can't."

"Un"

What are you talking about, this goblin?

Very honest. Kind of cute.

"Oniichan?"

Sister Goblin looks alternately at me and my brother with a worried face.

Well, you're not cute because you're a goblin. Busik.

But it doesn't sound bad to say "sister." Not bad.

"Wakatta, Deja, Konomolikala, Dell"

I think that's a good idea.

"... bye bye"

"Ooh, bullshit. I'll see you when I get a chance."

"Ooh. Mata, Ooh"

In that condition, the Goblin brothers and sisters left towards the back of the woods.

Put away a lot of herbs and turn them into souvenirs.

◇ ◆ ◇

Convenient, return with two large leather bags.

I took twice as long as I needed to go outbound and came back to the city. The cause is the luggage of both hands in one piece. The contents are grass, so it is not heavy, but it is hard because it is stubborn.

Cross the gate that serves as an entrance and exit and head straight to the Adventurer's Alliance with its feet.

Gi, Butan, enter the store.

There is no welcome voice.

"Excuse me, this, please"

Line up the guild counters with Dosun and two leather bags.

Clerk Macchio comes out of the back and says:

"... what the hell"

"I think it's a herb..."

Open the mouth of the leather bag and show the contents.

Grass, grass, grass that fits the touch and bulk.

There are so many different kinds, honestly, I don't feel like I know what it is.

At least I can't judge.

"You've taken quite a lot..."

"There's a lot going on."

Macchio has a frightened face.

I think I was stunned in the same position.

"Well, I'll assess it, so sit back there and wait."

"Yes."

Calm down to the end of the counter at the point indicated.

Is the time as good as just past noon? There are many other strong adventurers in the store. Young teenage boys and girls can also be seen, but from the totality, about 20% to 30%. The main layers are Macho men and Macho women in their twenties and thirties.

…………

I feel gaze.

I feel like I'm getting a lot of attention.

I'm sure it's because I'm Asian.

I'm a neighbor of the house. If the Europeans were shopping on Mac, I'd see a chill.

White people are great.

…………

The most uncomfortable thanks to you.

If I go back to Japan, I swear here I won't see the Europeans and Americans fly.

I don't want you to at least talk to me.

"... free"

When I looked inside the store wondering if there was anything that could kill my spare time, it was some bulletin boards set up at the wall. There, the leather paper is pinned, and the letters and thoughts of this world line up with the flaws.

"What does it say?"

Just wondering, I can think of a fu.

Skills at times like this. Skills.

I don't know what it is.

I remember, but it's an auspicious day. It is my virtue to execute it immediately.

There must have been one more point.

"It's letters, letters, letters, letters. Read and write, letter skills, letter skills. Letters, letters, letters, letters, letters, letters, letters, whatever, letters! That's what it feels like, please..."

I will roar to speak even of bumps and memories of Buddha.

Then what happened, bikun and a strange feeling in my mind.

Impossible certainty.

The ringing sensation of the sound of a lingon lingon bell in your brain.

"... ooh, I'm freaking out"

Definitely.

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Language knowledge: LV1

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Flame Magic: LV1

Skill Points Remaining: 0

Look, we did it, damn it.

Confirm it as a skill. Immediately, the gaze goes to the bulletin board at the wall.

"... ugh, suge. You can read it normally."

I can read that and this on the board. The sense of meaning and the pleasure that the line of letters that have always been chimp kamps comes into your head.

Happy.

Very convenient.

The bulletin board I was paying attention to is apparently a job guide.

It's hard to recruit people.

[Party Member Recruitment Form]

Class: Guard | (Recovery)

Rank: B or higher

Notes: Experienced Preferences in Lonely Valley

Recruiter: Blackwing Dragon (Party)

[Clan Member Recruitment Form]

Class: Guard | (Recovery)

Rank: C to

Notes: Nothing in particular

Recruiter: Dawn Regiment (Guild)

[Party Member Recruitment Form]

Class: Avant-garde | (Knight)

Rank: B or higher

Remarks: Tri-color attribute armor holding

Recruiter: Infinite Spear (Party)

[Party Member Recruitment Form]

Class: Guard | (Recovery)

Rank: E to

Notes: It's a young party

Recruiter: Whiteline

[Party Invitation Form]

Class: Avant-garde | (Swordsman)

Rank: C

Notes: Ten years of experience. Attribute Sword Holder

Name: Layered

[Party Invitation Form]

Class: Avant-garde (Ranger)

Rank: B

Notes: Fifteen years experience.

Name: John

[Party Member Recruitment Form]

Class: Guard | (Attacker)

Rank: C or higher

Notes: Nothing in particular

Recruiter: Metalgoblin (Platinum)

A lot.

They are lined up in numbers and dozens.

I see. This is how we find our people.

"... that's a lot of calls for recovery"

About half of the calls appear to be for recovery workers. On the contrary, there are signs of an extra avant-garde. There does not seem to be a balance between demand and supply.

If it's like this, even a creepy middle-aged Osama like me doesn't have a chance to deal with me. Expect less.

Apparently, we can recruit parties, recruit party members, and do it together.

If so, write yourself a brush.

Two more than one, three more than two. Numbers of violence are absolute.

Get up from your seat and head to the bulletin board.

To the little leather paper that was prepared. With something black charcoal-like, with salad.

[Party Invitation Form]

Class: Guard | (Recovery)

Rank: F

Notes: I am a beginner

Name: Tanaka | (late thirties)

That's it.

Paste the paper onto the bulletin board and complete.

Probably right.

I also wrote down my age, so I wouldn't even get a false order.

"... go back"

Back under the counter.

Then for a while, I kim pretend I slept at the counter. Put your arms on the tabletop and stick them up there. Perfect if you guard both ears with two arms. Extraordinary skill in skill level max, extended and repeated, from student years to social life.

Would I have done so for about thirty minutes?

Somewhat, the clerk Macchio hung up.

"Hey, you kept me waiting"

"Oh, yes."

When you look up, don in the front. He's here.

I'm scared.

"There was a lot going on in there, but it's all in one hundred and fifty pieces of silver coin."

"Oh, are you serious"

"Do you have a complaint?

"No, I don't..."

One million and fifty thousand yen converted to Japanese yen. A lot of money.

Unexpected rating.

"This is the price"

"Hi."

A leather bag can be placed on the counter.

I opened my mouth and there was a tight silver coin inside.

Heavy.

"For once, count here. I don't know if you'll follow me later."

"Okay."

Count as you are told.

Hi-humi-yah.

That's a hassle.

Count. Count. Count.

The numbers do match. Hundred and five.

"I did get it"

"Oh, then take it"

"Hi."

And I'll return the leather bags.

"Oh, yes."

Two leather bags containing herbs.

It's empty. That's folded up and placed on the counter.

I smelled blue when I put it in my hand.

"Well, that's it."

"Thank you very much"

A small thank you, after the Adventurer Alliance.

◇ ◆ ◇

My nostalgia warmed to unexpected income.

"Prius can't, but Wagon R can."

One million and fifty thousand yen. I can go with a new car. You can afford to add a luxurious, rotten aero to your external muffler. You can also put a white moff-moff on the front part of the driver's seat or thicken it if you do the handle. I feel like I can do anything.

Full wallet. Glad.

Therefore, the first place I thought of was sex.

Soapland.

Sex.

Cross-world sex.

Fantasy version.

If we could afford this much, we wouldn't have a problem overnight or so. I don't know what the market is, but no matter how expensive it is, I think ten silver coins would be enough to enjoy it.

100,000 yen converted to Japanese yen.

Even a luxury store in Yoshihara can play for two hours.

However, when I recall the source of that funding, I find myself treading on two legs. Sorry stands first. I have a feeling you're probably not going to enjoy it, even if you go out and play.

I'm reminded of my Goblin brothers and sisters, and I feel like I'm not hanging up. Sentimental.

…………

What did God give you restorative magic for?

To enjoy sex in unison.

To hustle in cross-world sex.

To avoid falling into STDs and soapland forever.

AIDS landed in Japan and patient number one was announced by the Ministry of Health on March 22, 1985. Thereafter, sex in Japan will be accompanied by a lethal disease called AIDS, and the number of patients is on the rise every year.

Enjoying sex from the bottom of my heart, it becomes a play of the past, swallowed by this wave, I also pierce my virginity from my fear of AIDS to the present. Amateur virginity has no way of doing it. However, still, at least as much as a bastard virgin, I'd rather not worry about throwing it away.

Therefore I received restorative magic from God. To experience mucous membrane contact without any worries about AIDS in this flesh. That will surely give you a fullness you won't be able to taste in Onaho. Expectations climb the eel every day.

However, hey, I'm not sure where the funds came from this time.

"... shall I spend this money for good"

I had no choice, my steps went elsewhere.

◇ ◆ ◇

The destination of the visit was the weapons store. Store I gave up because I didn't have enough money before.

"Excuse me."

"What, you again? If you're chilling, go home."

"No, now I'm here with the money"

"... ho"

"For about fifty pieces of silver, could you look out for someone who's right for you?"

"Well, that's all I've been collecting since yesterday."

"There's a lot going on."

With a loving laugh, over the counter, approaching the clerk's dwarf.

A stubborn jerk on the strong side, he is, though, a dwarf about a meter long.

His goblins were as long back as I thought they were.

"You, can you handle a sword?

"I can't."

"Then what can I use?

"Conversely, the question is, which weapons are suitable for amateurs?

"... you want one for protection."

"Yes, that's the way it is"

"Okay. Wait a minute."

"Excuse me, please"

I just exchanged words a couple of times, and I just said I got the guidelines, and the clerk pulled into the back of the counter. Probably headed over to check my inventory.

Wait a while.

When it was only a few minutes later, he came back.

"He'll be fine."

"... Something's normal"

A sword in Dwarf's hand.

"That's a normal short sword."

"I see."

Sounds like a short sword.

That said, it has about eighty centimeters. From a very common company animal bastard who has no experience handling blades more than knives, it's a sufficient threat.

Don and I are gonna put it in front of us, and I'm gonna freak out what we're gonna do with this.

"Is this iron? Or steel or something?

"Iron? What the hell?"

"No, it's raw material."

"He used the Dennis mine that was taken from the Dolz mine, and I hit it."

"... I see"

I don't know anything about it. What kind of mineral is that?

Well, no matter what it's made of, the sword is the sword.

"How many, by the way?

Twenty silver coins.

"That's surprisingly cheap"

Compared to the price tag viewed in the store, it feels quite affordable.

Do you still intentionally keep expensive items where they come to light?

But Dwarf has a sinister face for my feelings like that.

"... you don't like it?

"Huh?"

What was continued was an unexpected suggestion.

"I get it. Fifteen."

"Doh, guys."

It deducted some value for me. Glad to hear it.

He seems to have made a mistake in an unexplained way.

I'm Nice.

"Well, that's it"

"If you want to wrap it around your hips, the sheath and belt go together. It's a piece of silver coin. What do we do?"

"Oh, please"

"Aye."

End of shopping pale.

Pay the silver coins and receive the merchandise.

The belt is wrapped around your hips and you give it a sword that fits into your sheath.

It was surprisingly heavy and a little good.

"... you don't look good"

"I understand myself."

I'm sure it won't work. I mean, I'll never use it.

That said, it's better to have it than not. This kind of thing makes sense to have. He's a deterrent. He's a Cold War guy. He's a nuke. The Soviet Union collapsed. Besides, maybe there 'll be a really useful day in case.

"All right, then."

"If the blade spills, it's great. I'll fix it with one silver coin."

"Ah, yes. Okay."

You need money for maintenance, too.

And surprisingly expensive.

If you think it's the same kind of thing that's expensive to maintain automobiles in modern Japan, are you convinced? No, no, that's still expensive. Even though it's just an iron plate. Thinking about it, do you regret buying it a little? Let's go in the direction of not using it.

If you handle it badly, it's going to spill the blade soon.

◇ ◆ ◇

Well, I bought a sword. Then the armor is next.

I'm only wearing clothes to the extent of my apologies now. I really don't look like an adventurer. It's called clothing. The style of the townspeople walking there. Nothing more or less.

If you're going to continue something adventurous in the future, I'd like to get about one leather armor here. Even I'm creepy middle-aged, so I should stick around.

The poverty in the contents is stylish and covered. That's women's power.

So we arrived at the armor store.

Finally, the clerk over here is a dwarf.

Find the clerk at the end of the counter, head straight for the line and call out.

"Excuse me, armor, shoes, shields, please, in a set"

"A set?"

"Yes, please set it up. Adventurer, please be set."

"... What's your budget?

"Up to about twenty silver coins"

"Aye."

The Dwarves over here are gonna bust out, too.

He also had a small mouth count and by way of example pulled into the back of the counter.

I wait just a few minutes for this again and I come back with all sorts of hugs in my hands.

"... how about this"

"Oh, wow."

It really came out in one set.

Armor, boots, shields, and more pants.

Bigger than the shield thought.

"For once, it's unused. That would be beautiful."

"Right."

I thought second-hand might come out, so this is good luck. For once, what a set of twenty pieces of silver coins around what a no goes in is at the boundary between used and new.

"What do you say?

"Well, then, please"

"Aye."

Decide to buy fast. I don't have eyes to determine the value of my protective equipment, so I don't believe in anything they recommend. I believe you, Mr. Dwarf.

That's why exchanges don't taste terrible.

Well, it's not an interesting conversation with an Osama strong dwarf, either. There's nothing wrong with that. Efficient and very good.

After payment, check the size and detachment on the try on.

Happiness or unhappiness or the need for rework made it possible to take it home as is. Apparently, my height is on average in this world.

"Guys."

"Bring it if it hurts. Depends on how you're doing, I'll fix it."

"Okay."

Dropped off on the strong side and say goodbye to the armor store.

◇ ◆ ◇

Convenience, we have a set of weapons and protective equipment.

A sword made of metal: leather armor, skin shields, leather boots, somehow. What's the matter? Isn't that perfect? It feels like we have one series of gear at the beginning. A little fullness fills my chest with twitching in some very beautiful way.

"Shit, I think I can go on an adventure"

Walk down the city's boulevard and leap your chest on your own.

It's exciting and exciting to be old.

Middle-aged warrior me.

Furthermore, there are still seventy-seven pieces of silver left in your wallet. Dozens of copper coins a night for a neighborhood inn, so I don't have any trouble living for the moment. I can afford to live enough for a couple of months even if I pay for a meal.

Goblins vary.

"I hope I'm able to alienate you safely..."

I can't help wishing.

Oh, my God, if you look up at the sky with sadness, sizzling.

The sun was starting to set in a good way.

"Shall we have dinner?"

Walk the streets fluttering, find the right good shops and enter the store. Recommended meat dishes and order recommended alcohol and toast by yourself.

Naturally, it's a different store from yesterday.

The food is there. Alcohol is there too. Dinner that doesn't feel bad.

After nothing more happened today, I went back to the inn and went to bed.