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I rolled out that night to the liquor store with Yalarai.

It's not the lizard tail pavilion I always go to, it's a little more decent tavern.

Ask our humpback whale pavilion's self-proclaimed billboard daughter Narnia for a message to the Hugs just in case. You seem scared when you persevere. That's why I finally heard about the tavern I couldn't want to go to.

The store was very busy. He said he stopped getting mad at me for running late night sales because everything was out of night regulations or something. Though I have the impression that it has only become normal business hours compared to the late night I know.

The table was blocked, so I lowered my back to the counter, but when I told the whale pavilion that I had been taught, the soil bottle of liquor I would bring was subtly different even under the same brand. I looked closely and found out that they distinguish between people in travel clothes and residents of this town (and us). Probably different contents.

Ask them to pick something a little better than a typical wine to bring. Wine, you've traveled a long time. It didn't taste like much. Still, drinking alcohol in a local liquor store feels strangely delicious. Even the festival stalls would be nice if you could imagine it.

Sandy walls on sandy floors. I guess it's a relatively new building because the columns use wood. The base of the counter was sun-dried bricks but the ceiling was properly timber.

A pine light hung on the wall illuminates the room fantastically. Humans, beasts, dwarves, is that halfling? Different races are addicted to alcohol and food.

Some groups talk aloud without thinking about the annoyance to their surroundings, while others silently pour alcohol into mechanical people. The liquor store was a thumbnail of the country.

"You're more vibrant than I thought."

"Yeah, after what happened, it's not weird to be sinking more. I wonder how ever the king hated me."

I spoke in Midal, but he returned it in Elf. Maybe he was hungry for elf. There are no particular problems, so keep the conversation going.

"By the way, Yalarai, what do you do with guns? You want me to give you both?

At the end of the shooting drill, the sun went down, so I ran back to the container. I haven't given the gun to Yalalai yet.

"Right...... let me just keep my handgun now. If it's that size, it'll be in an item bag."

I see. Both are evil. Don't stand out.

The counter places P229 and two empty magazines at a time when there were no other customers. Yalarai quickly turned it into a leather bag. I guess that's his item bag.

"I don't know what to do with the bullets"

"Is it a consumable? How much does it cost?

That's 1,600 yen for 50 shots.

He only glanced at one eye.

"Isn't that cheaper than a common arrow?"

"Really?

"Depending on the region, if it's a lot higher around here"

Yeah, we have plenty of wood, but it's not free, and we need iron on the arrowbutt, and we need arrowfeathers. All of them would be valuable around here.

"... the neighborhood I lived in was quite peaceful, but a lot of places are at war to get away from. It's cheap because it's mass-produced. The rifle was expensive for some reason."

Neither of us know the market, but isn't 5.56mm a lot more expensive than the procurement price?

"Hmm..."

Yalarai put his arms together.

"I'm going to pay for the bullets."

"I appreciate that, but it's a necessary expense for an escort, so I should give it to you."

"Then sometimes it's better to decide."

Sure would be good on an ad hoc basis.

"Then I'll get it out this time."

"Okay."

Placing a 9mm para on the counter with 50 shots at a time when there was no clerk again quickly caused me to get laid. You understand very well.

"Akira, if possible, I want you to tell me more about guns. You'll need to take care of it."

No, I forgot. The M4 still uses a lot of P229. I fear an outburst if I don't clean it... but I'm not that familiar with it in the first place.

"Does Yalarai read Midal?

"No problem."

"Then..."

I'll think about it for a moment and then hope this way. Something that also has cleaning methods in a firearms book that amateurs can learn from 1. And a set of gun care tools.

[Approved. More SHOP products]

Hmm. Let's see.

[Handgun starting with 3-year-old = 1980 yen]

[M4 dictionary for beginners to advanced students = 2980 yen]

[Gun cleaning kit = 3795 yen]

You've got a penetration!

A three-year-old doesn't use a gun! Dumb ass!

... Well, I guess that's an easy book to understand.

Let's just buy it. I can't tell you anything until I see the real thing.

The balance is 437,6394 yen.

Gun cleaning kits came out with bigger nylon bags than expected. I just took a quick peek inside, but it seemed to have sticks, brushes or cotton or grease in it.

"Want to come in?

"I'm still fine"

Yalarai quickly goes through the cleaning kit.

There are two books, but unlike the weirdly heavy books I've had before, it was a fitting that seemed like it would normally be lined up in a bookstore.

"It's got to be in more detail on this, so take your time reading it later"

"Okay."

This is also to be dealt with immediately. Sounds like a bag with a lot of capacity.

"I didn't put much stuff in it originally"

You answered my question if you read my mind. Wouldn't you have something if you were traveling?

She showed me another similar leather bag when I thought. I guess that means item bags too.

Wasn't it expensive there? Can I buy this much because I'm solo hunting that (...) Buffalo? Awesome.

"Now you have everything you need?

"Probably."

That's good. It's time to drink slowly. I'll ask the clerk for the recommended booze and knobs. What came out was a slightly cloudy liquor and a baked buffalo meat that wasn't very alcoholic.

It seems the liquor is made from plants grown by the river with local liquor around here. I was told that there was cheap and delicious buffalo meat out there when it came to baked goods and I was lucky. Yeah. I know.

He smiled back at Nihil to see if he was getting a little drunk too when I laughed at Yalarai. Damn. You handsome bastard.

"And you're not coming, Hug."

I am doomed to alcohol, but I noticed it when my drunkenness started turning.

I don't care if there's no such thing as an iron-smelling dwarf.

Turn your face to the side. How much I hate you.

"You know what? I owe them both my life."

……

Yalarai only turns his gaze at me with his arms around him.

"Stop being the benefactor of your life."

No, then you're ungrateful.

"It's only natural to help a friend. If you're grateful, you can help me when I'm in trouble."

I can't imagine.

"... right. Yeah, I don't know if there's anything I can do to help, but I'll be sure to."

He nodded deeply.

"I'm fine. I'll raise you to be a warrior who can do that."

Um?

"What do you mean by that arm?!

Then Yalarai bent over and laughed.

Oh, this guy's drunk. You're drunk!

When I think about it, I drank quite a bit.

The rolling ceramic bottle was over ten.

This was bad. I tried to get up to go home, but Yalarai grabbed my arm and sat me down again.

"You need to teach a warrior what he knows."

I have a subtle eye. I have a bad feeling.

"I don't think I need it."

Akira escaped!

But I got turned around by Yalarai! You can't run away!

As such... for some reason, the night went on even as I was asked what the warrior knew and what the Yalarai fights knew.

In the end, the Hugs didn't show up.