Gate of Amitilicia Online

The specification change was notified even though the update was only a few moments away. It's about [space storage].

[Space Storage] is set to maintain space by constantly consuming magic. In essence, as long as [space storage] continues to be used, the maximum MP will be reduced. Even so, it's only one. This allowed the storage capacity to be increased according to the player's MP consumption.

They say no player has exceeded their default storage limit at the moment, but if they had exceeded their default capacity by the time of the update, it means that the MP will be consumed regardless of the player's will and the space will be maintained. Incidentally, if the MP is pushed to the limit and the limit is exceeded, the stored object will be smashed around.

There were also common changes to storage based items and [space storage]. Storage protection functions can now be switched.

Storage based items that are familiar with functions such as lanobe that do not deteriorate, rot, or enter as much as possible, as time has stopped, but storage protection functions do not exist in most of the GAOs. And there may also be weight limits. As long as the weight limit permits, the specifications are normal.

Actually, the restrictions around it are not on the player, even if they use the same storage-based items. Protective features and weight limit disabling are special measures for players only. There are storage-based items that have such features and a higher storage limit, but the price is even worse. Was the bag with the same storage limit and those features a million pedia? More storage limits make it higher. No, it's a storage that can be stored permanently without spoiling food. Maybe if I think about it in real life, I can say it's cheap.

So, back to that, switching its protective features. I'm talking about what that means. I don't need that, most players would say. but some people welcome it. Production jobs. Especially if you're a cook or a player who processes and manufactures ingredients. Because we're going to be able to get fermented and aged in storage that we couldn't have done without securing somewhere safe. I don't know about the temperature inside or what's going on around there, but that's after I try, right?

The specification change coincides with the update. So far, there's plenty of room for my [space storage]. However, with more ingredients to secure from now on, I may have to expand it sooner or later. I don't know what to do when I'm done with the big guy. Tidy up will be important.

Login 89th time.

On the day of the auction, I was at the venue. When I bring Quinn in, he's free to move because of a place pattern called Auction, which wasn't going to be a lot of things. I've been fishing ever since I got here, or I think I rolled out into the woods.

The venue is in downtown Dread, a fairly large stone building. One good figure after another, they enter the building. Most of them come in carriages, too. Am I going in there too? There's so much going on in the wrong place. I thought you said you wanted to come in...

"Hey, Fist. What the hell are you standing on?

Looking at the venue, he was called out. Looking at you stands a silver-haired gentleman in his early forties or so. It's Mr. Jorg, the master of Dorad's hunting guild.

"Surprisingly, you look great in that outfit."

Mr Jörg looked at me as a dildo and said: That outfit means the clothes I'm wearing right now. I don't have a dress code at the auction venue, but it seems normal to come with some aptitude because armed entry is forbidden, and too common clothing is out of place. So, I'm a basic adventurer, and there's no way I can be stylish. So there's no suit like real life. I have no choice, I really have no choice but to wear one of the clothes that was previously pressed from the stitch. Sounds like a knight's uniform for some game, but I'm not sure. I chose it because the decoration was not excessive and it did not inhibit the ease of movement. I don't have Mr. Jorg's waste, so I guess this is okay.

"I think I'm floating myself. After that, I was restless with no gear."

"Hey, I'm not a participant, and I wouldn't be so loud if I were more than I normally wear. And there's proper security inside, so don't worry. First, even if you're not wearing a sword, you'll have it."

Mr. Jörg points to my fist. Sure, my weapons are fists and legs. Besides, Mr. Jörg doesn't look like him, but underneath his clothes, he unfolds [Tsui Jing Tree's Clothes]. I can fight enough under the guise of an unarmed ordinary person... like I'm an assassin at some point...?

"Being here doesn't start. We're going in."

Beat me on the shoulder. Mr. Jörg walked over to the building.

The interior of the venue was built like a dance hall. I mean, I guess you're turning the dance hall into a venue. The tables are arranged as well as the chairs, and it looks like some kind of party venue. There are so many people who have unleashed a rich aura that they are bickering around pinching snacks and drinking alcohol. There's a stage and a stage on the front, and I guess the moderator will make the auction progression there.

So, where am I, I'm upstairs, not in a venue. See, upstairs in the school gym, there was like a passageway lined up along a window? That's where it is, and that's where it is. Oh, the entrance has a proper door to get out of here from upstairs. I don't climb on ladders.

There are only people here who don't attend the auction. This is where auction sellers and other interested parties refrain. I don't have a chair available, and I don't get any snacks. It's really just a place for a tour. Well, fine.

"That's quite a few."

"Not only are Dorad's rich people coming from other cities. Besides, this exhibition is not limited, so I guess it looks extra much."

Whimpering as I looked at the participants, Mr. Jörg explained. No, you've never heard of an auction in Einfast or Zvand.

"Are you usually limited?

"Often it's just jewelry, it's just art. The hunting guild is involved in the artwork. It's a jewel that you can take from the sea like corals and pearls. In rare cases, rare materials and ingredients may be served."

Well, what about an auction for ingredients? I'm interested. But that's another opportunity.

"So, today's stripping, how much value do you think it will add?

"I've never seen a Fallula deer that size, so I can't say anything. If it's not a Fallula deer, some things are bigger than that...... wouldn't it reach 100,000?

Hmm. A hundred grand for a deer's neck would be a lot of money, minus processing wages and fees.

"Oh, isn't that Mr. Fist? Was it today when your goods were served?"

Thinking, for example, the voice of an unexpected person hung from the side. There's a sizzler out there who's supposed to be running a shop in Zvand. You're not wearing clothes for work at the store, you're wearing clothes that are either formal or approximate.

"How did you get here?

"I had business coming to Dorad, so I thought I'd keep an eye on things for the future."

"How's it going?"

"Mm-hmm. Auctions here, because I seem to be able to bring in my own work. There seems to be some scrutiny, but I thought I'd run one along with publicity the next time."

Is that what you mean? But Sizzler's a protective equipment guy, right? What are you going to put up?

"I'm going to try to make some armor, too. Something that might work as a work of art."

"Is it like a liturgical decoration with decorations or something?

"At the moment, I'm thinking about making some special, golden armor as it is."

I want it super bad. I want to decorate it in the future when I make a home. With a sword, of course.

"Does Mr. Fist know that [Magic Guide Research] is making golem horses?

"Oh, I've heard of it... no way, that golem horse"

"They asked me to do the exterior of it. So, when I asked if I could make it a golden horse, you could make the rider's armor, too. At the dawn of mass production, there are plans to request cooperation from [Wind Forest Volcano] and have them run the wilderness simultaneously."

"That's another romantic story. Be sure to call me when you do. I want to see it with these eyes."

"Fist, who's that?

Mr. Jörg asked as he watched Siser. Whoa, I totally left it.

"I run a protective equipment store in Zvand, I'm the same Gentile sizzler as I am. My protective gear is his work, too. Sither, this is Mr. Jörg, the Dorad hunting guild master."

"Oh, you're the one who made that one. You're a skilled artisan."

"No, it's only because I have a reliable friend who brings in fine materials, that piece"

That's what Sither looks at me for.

"The sea is nearby Dorad, so he's likely to cheat on you, but I think what he brings to the guild by his activities is huge"

"Mm-hmm. Seems like Einfast and Zvand have made quite a contribution, and that's what I'm hoping for too"

Mr. Jörg saw me, too, saying things like that. Well, then we have to live up to it.

"If you have any material you can't procure in Zvand, call me. It's a port town, so many things come in from other countries"

"You're interested in that. After this, if you don't mind, but if I interrupt what kind of stuff you're dealing with?

"Hmm. I can't accompany you because I need something else, but let's keep it for a little while"

The conversation between Siser and Mr. Jörg is starting to sound like a business meeting. But it's not a bad story for Siser, and is it okay for Mr. Jörg to have more customers?

"By the way, Siser, what happened to your wife today?

Ask Sither where the story is separated. Will Stitch leave a message?

My wife is in a shop on Night Hua Street.

It was an unexpected word that came out of Sither's mouth. Night Hua Street. I mean places like honey streets where I say in Einfast. I mean, colored streets, whorehouse streets.

"Did you mean Dorad when you used to say sales?

"No, I'm going to other cities. Delivery of the goods I was ordering today."

"Right. But why don't you let your daughter-in-law go to Colorful Street alone?"

That hand place is often not very secure. Even Honey City was roaming around with bad galas. Aren't you worried?

"What, because I'm out with adventurer gear, and I have a system. First of all, players can't beat chimps in their ability."

Oh, well, did I? In GAOs where sexual activity is possible, there was protection in the system to prevent female players from falling victim to fatal harm. They can fine-tune contact time settings and all sorts of things, but even if they just touch it as the most beefy, they activate it, and their hands get physically bounced off.

But that would also interfere with everyday life, so I guess very few players do that. There are disadvantages to not touching it. If you try to help a female player who is likely to fall off a cliff, there are some funny stories about the system that you have thrown down, and I hear that a male curse magician was unable to put a curse on a female player.

By the way, this can be punishable if a female player abuses the system. Because using this can unilaterally harm male players.

"Well, it's time to start"

Mr Jörg says as he looks downstairs. I could see someone walking away like a host on the stage. Well, what happens.

I'm not sure how the real auction goes, but that wasn't a big difference from what I imagined.

First, various precautions will be described. Perhaps more so now for regular people. So, when it started, the item was put forward and explained about it, and after accepting the question, the reference amount was indicated and the auction started. I was wondering if I could say a big amount of money for one pedia anyway, but you have a minimum amount set for the lift. The settings seem to vary from object to object, roughly from a thousand pedia to 100,000 pedia. Sure, I just think it's because we compete on a pediatric basis.

So, when you settle, you don't hammer it, you ring it like a bell. I almost laughed the first time I saw it because it looks just like the arr I see in the shopping district discount or something. Yeah, well, participants are called by number, not by name. Probably most of them look familiar.

The auction is going well. The happy face of those who have competed down, the regrettable face of those who have lost. It's interesting to see that you're worried about other people. Anyway, the heat was amazing.

"Well, here's the next property!

A moderator told him in a tension like the president of some mail order, and an object covered in white cloth was brought into the venue. Oh, finally.

When the cloth was removed, from beneath it appeared the peeling of the head of the Fallula deer. It's the deer I hunted. Oh, and the twist spreads.

"Well, the list of auctions only included Fallula deer head stripping, how about that, ladies and gentlemen!? It's not like it doesn't exist with a different kind of deer, but it's this size with a Fallula deer! In the woods of northern Einfast, it will be one dish that the seller, the Gentiles, hunted with their own fists!

"With a fist, what do you mean?

One of the participants raised his hand and asked questions. No, more than that, you don't need that to explain the product.

"You're right. Its Gentile adventurers don't use weapons, they hunt their prey mainly with fist legs. You think it's a thankful presence in a hunting guild because it knocks you down without a single cut on your fur? This time it will be one of them."

That's how the host saw me. The participants' gaze turned to each other as they were caught. Shit. Sometimes we should have considered the possibility of this happening because we were introduced to sellers who were coming to visit.

"If any of you have a prey of your own, you might want to make a request or something. Now let's get down to business. Starting with 60,000 pedia!

"Seventy thousand!

"Eighty thousand!

"Ninety-five thousand!

A voice goes up simultaneously. Come on, you quickly got close to 100,000 and now you're over 100,000.

"I'm still a Fallula deer, because that size is unprecedented. It doesn't always come out again, so will the eaters eat?"

And it's Mr. Jorg who's convinced. This is going to be higher than I thought.

"150,000!

"160,000!

"180,000!

Or close to double what you already expected. There were as many incandescent products before this, so I guess it's not a rare development.

"Would you like to put this far on one of the walls?

"Hmm... one would be a collector and one would be looking to resell it. I don't know who he is."

Look at the three competing, Mr. Jorg. You know who's like that. Is that guy mixed up with some great guy?

"Can reselling sell more than you've competed for down here?

"As Fallula's name suggests, it only lives in this country. Normally even individuals will have a good value in other countries. They expect to make enough money."

Are you talking more about trade than resellers? Either way, I'm not sure what it feels like to be rich.

"Three hundred thousand!

And it was suddenly jumping that was changing in quotas. Oh, no, and Mr. Jorg leaks his voice.

"Is there anything else!? Okay, number three! We're winning the bid for 300,000!

The bell rings in abundance. Did you win the bid... child? Pretty good. - Years? Or a woman? You're a kid who looks both ways. Pretty much belongs to the man, but is that the 'that one' that Mr. Jorg said? I can see you look very happy. The one who lost the competition was biting down the bitter bug, but the other one and the other participants are smiling. Well, that kid won't be a reseller, so he's going to take care of it.

I saw the kid turn this way and bow his head. I don't know, but I'll give you an answer.

"That's a good case. In the future, if similar individuals were brought in, would you recommend stripping them?"

Mr. Jörg is nodding satisfactorily. Originally, it was a hangover from a hunting guild. Shall I send a thank you next time to Mr Bots for the suggestion?

"But the problem is, it's the other one."

Smile niggardly and Mr. Jorg looks at me.

"Are you still putting something out?

I nodded, and put my breath down, and I said to Siser, asking.

"I sold one forest silk."

Well, how much value would this guy have?