Having spent a moment of my dreams with my exploding bottom sister in Jaanne, I was walking east across Central Square and towards the mall.
I don't have an appointment for work or a whorehouse, so I'm going to take a peek at the store I was wondering about.
(It's spring already)
In the dazzling daylight of noon, I narrow my eyes. The women who go to the city also wear thin clothes, as if they were flowers that began to bloom.
(I see, this understands what it's like to be a bee lured by flowers)
Even I'm just satisfied, that's what I feel. A true woman is an attractive being to a man.
A Tauro bee that flies through a flower garden called Wangdu with his eyes and loves a variety of flowers.
With that way of enjoying ourselves, we arrived at our destination immediately.
"Hello, is there an item box?
Quiet hesitation while facing the bustling shopping street. Don't be afraid to enter the store in an atmosphere where guests are likely to be chosen, and call out to someone like your husband.
"Item Box"
It's a familiar, must-have guy in the fantasy world, even though it's small, with as much stuff in it as it takes.
Though I found out I existed in Landburn shortly after my metastasis, I forgave it at the time.
Because it was expensive and because it was also a story that it was not found in regional cities like Landburn.
(but not now)
This shop specializes in bags with shops in Wangdu's shopping district. Adequate income and storage.
Tension in the chest and staring at an elderly man with gray hair, but the reaction is dull. I don't feel rude, but I feel like I'm observing my outfit.
(I guess I should have come in the pilot's uniform)
Me thinking about my outfit and regretting it a little bit. The emphasis on ease in everyday wear would be like visiting a luxury brand store with a t-shirt.
As for the store side, it seems confused as to the extent to which it should be treated as a customer.
"He enters the store in worn clothes and is treated as he sees fit. And the development of exaggerating, throwing a lot of money and making you afraid."
Exactly, I'm not willing to do that.
There are no judgment materials other than first-sighted customers, and I am rude to other customers who have come to my senses.
Commercial transactions are basic reciprocity. Even the buyer would need to take care of the seller.
"Actually, I'm an E-rank merchant. I wanted it personally."
I take the guild card out of my nose and give it away. The gray-haired old man ran his eyes on the letter of the card before breaking his face.
"I have a sample. Please come here to explain."
I'm relieved while following the store owner who stands first.
An E-rank merchant is a sign of a mid-sized merchant, with different creditworthiness. He seemed to see me as a decent guest.
"Is it an order production, a set with the magic team?"
I sat on a sofa for customer service, and I would show them the real thing and share my thoughts.
(That's not what I thought)
What I imagined was that the space in the bag was expanding. If the flow of time has stopped, it's still great.
But the item box in this store was just connected to a different place.
"We will set up a magic team wherever you like. You can take what you put on top of the magic team out of your bag no matter how far away it is."
Of course, it is possible not only to put it out, but also to put it in.
Go ahead, and gray-haired elderly offering luxurious looking leather bags. I stick my hand inside and roar.
Because in my head, I saw a magic formation about a meter in diameter painted in some room and an object placed on it.
(So this, is it a bottle of perfume?
Grab a small, well-shaped glass bottle and pull it out of the bag. There was a perfume bottle in my hand.
"We suck up and consume magic from our customers, but trinkets won't have much of a problem"
Store owners who take the word for themselves with business smiles.
The amount is hundreds of pieces of money. In the dimensions of the magic formation, I say it goes up and down a lot.
They're sending a magician from the store to install the magic team.
"If you're going to build a safe room, it's not advisable to smash the door into a wall. We should leave the door open for when something happens."
The following description describes where to set up the magic formation. They have an example of alerting thieves so that people can't come in and out.
But the magic formation is not indestructible, so if it is damaged, it will have to break the wall.
"Together, the magic team may break."
If that happens, hundreds of gold coins will paar. So the door should be left behind.
"It's not a door that you open and close on a daily basis, so you can hang the keys and traps thoroughly"
One solution comes to my mind after I've heard it.
"Well, a chest is one of them."
A spicy trapped chest that comes out of the game. I had doubts about its existence.
I set a lethal trap in the jewelry box, but I can't easily remove the contents and love them. It is a farewell for the rest of my life when I put it in a box.
(That trap is someone who tries to retrieve the contents without going through the item box. That's what you're gonna do.)
Then I know. Open the lid only when repairing it when it breaks.
Besides, the owner is present and the expert tries to unlock it.
A gray-haired elderly shopkeeper tilts his neck at me, convinced to snort alone.
"Is that a chest?
I didn't seem to talk to each other, so I said what I thought. I wonder if they have a magic formation inside the crate and connected it to the item box.
But the store owner's answer was, "There are no such products."
"It takes a lot of skill to make the magic formation that small. A good magician will take the time to install it, so the cost will be greatly reduced."
Does it feel like a laptop? If it's the same performance, the desktop is cheaper.
The owner of the bag shop keeps saying things to me when I hear an interesting explanation.
"Besides, I don't have the benefit of making it smaller. There will be fewer items that can be placed, and there will be a chance that every crate will be stolen."
To the disadvantages mentioned, I think so. The absence of a chest-shaped vault seems to have been justified.
But there, accidentally, the store owner's eyes cloud. Take your gaze off me, put your hand on my chin and crush it out.
"... No, I guess not necessarily. I can make it in the workshop without going to the site. This is huge. On the contrary, it could be cheaper."
Me watching silently while we circle our thoughts together.
(If you want to make it in the workshop, you don't need to carry tools and materials. Plus, travel time to the site is unnecessary)
It would be hard if it were a house in the back of the mountain. If it takes more than a few days, you must also take the lodging.
Under the influence of my previous life, when I was a construction company engineer, I started accumulating Mr. Seki. By and large, the monologue of the elderly shopkeeper continues.
"Not tied to land or buildings means you can take it with you when you move in."
When I nod two or three times, the shopkeeper lifts his gray head. He looked me in the eye and made a suggestion.
"It could be interesting. What do you think, that idea, could you give it to me?
I don't mind as far as I'm concerned, but I wonder what happens to the small capacity and theft.
Ask me about it, 'I haven't thought through the details yet,' and the store owner goes on.
"Not all customers want a large capacity. Depends on how you use it."
So cut the words once, leave them for a little while, and then carry on the words.
"As for the case of theft, I would like to be able to issue an alarm on the bag side when I try to unlock it. That way we might be able to retrieve the contents before they take it away."
The expensive chest itself will be taken away, but the elderly shopkeeper with big fingers on his cheeks.
"Guests seem to have flexible ideas. I've seen all the downsides."
Store owner completing description and shrugging shoulders. But I can empathize with that word.
Experts are the first things that go wrong.
Since I was an amateur this time, I guess I just happened to be able to see it from a different direction.
"I hope so."
Me smiling, shaking hands and taking a seat. In return for offering the idea, I calmed down by saying, "Give it away cheaply when you can."
I can't help it if I get paid.
Enjoy a woman in a luxury whorehouse and engage with society as a knight pilot. And when you get home, it's the families that are waiting for you.
(Enough)
Thanks to the restorative magic, he will stay healthy until he is on the verge of death.
Savings should be some. All you need is time to enjoy life.
It was me leaving the store thinking about the trap you'd put on the chest you'd get.
Southeast from the Spirit Forest. There exists a small group of nations, united with the 'Northern States'.
Adjacent to the Spirit Forest, the path to the inside of the elf is narrow and steep, as it intersects a steep mountainous area in between.
Still, the number of merchants visiting has skyrocketed due to the unavailability of trading routes via the Empire. Countries were boiling down to an unprecedented good economy.
"It got busier."
One old man crushes as he sees the merchants buying and selling in the square.
This is the country of Nicea Cassia, said to be the ally of the northern countries. But still, from the kingdom's point of view, it is only about the size of a regular golem carriage accommodation town.
"You think so?
An old man looks up next door with a gentle look and speaks to a fat, big old woman.
The old woman had innocent pure eyes and looked at the bustle with her mouth half-opened.
"Umo, umo"
I guess I found something. Point a point with your right hand and try to get there.
The old man kept smiling and walked out with his hands drawn.
(Much better. For this minute, it may be too close to sanity.)
The old man became Lightning's stepgrandfather, a foreground dojo owner. The old lady beside him is his wife, and the doorman calls her 'The Great Lady'.
He lost people's minds in certain cases and is now in rehab.
"Mooo."
"I'm not running away from this. Calm down."
For the candy worker's stall, a big wife who draws a strong hand. The front dojo owner is dragged away with a bitter smile.
By the way, while I was out, I had decided to never let go of my wife's hand.
"Back in the day, it's like we're on a date."
The voice of my heart leaks, but it doesn't reach the Grand Mistress. Candy made in the shape of an animal is in hand, shaky.
(You and I can fall in love again. I suppose so.)
While making payments to the candy store owner, I think of the previous dojo owner in my heart.
After a routine walk, the two arrive at a crude wooden house adjacent to their home, the dojo.
"Well, next time, we're gonna take a nap."
When I opened the door with my mouth so open, I noticed my wife watching the garden and stopped moving. If I follow my wife's gaze, something unfamiliar is growing in the garden that's not big enough.
That's a white mushroom. Apparently it was only recently that I got my face out of the ground, and the laced umbrella hasn't been cut open yet.
"... well, isn't this the White Lady?"
The steep valley of the mountains adjacent to the forest of the Spirit, which is said to grow rarely at its bottom. It seems to be valuable as a magic material and is said to be traded for a high price.
I've only seen it once since I went into the mountains a few times. But I didn't imagine going out into my garden.
"Wait! I say it's poisonous."
Tell your wife to show interest and reach out in a strong tone, face close and observe. And I turn my gaze back to my wife.
You thought you were scolded, the Grand Mistress was shunned.
"I'm not angry, I didn't just pay attention."
I carry on the words as I stroke my back.
"If you sell it, it'll be a lot of money, but do you need a lot of money or something? It's beautiful to look at, and because of it, let it go."
Finger down, little snort, big wife. The foreman turned his hand around his back and led him into the building.
Then a few days. Surprisingly, the white lady grew as tall as a person.
This is not the level of anomaly, as the standard is the degree to which the fist has been vertical.
"Are you sure you're a white lady?
Visiting the dojo and staring at the white mushrooms with the guards in the garden are small, round, belly-looking, weak old men.
Nicea Cassian Nation Just one minister and acquaintance of the former dojo owner.
"Well, it glows lightly at night, and the traits are the same as what I heard."
Forward dojo owner with arms and neck tilted. Next door was a fat, big old woman, his wife, surrounded by nearby residents.
Was it poisonous?
The minister glanced at the wooden fence surrounding the white mushroom.
"I have a rash, so please don't touch my hand"
A plaque was erected on the outside of the fence, which is a masterpiece.
Cause is an old man living in the neighborhood. I reached out with interest, and my skin was sore and I had a big problem.
'Remove it because it's dangerous!' It would be the ruggedness of the countryside that does not raise its voice.
The old man, who wrapped his right hand around a bandage, also sees ministers and guards in far-flung winds without caring.
There, a team of called adventurers showed up.
"What do you say? Is this the White Lady?"
Ask, a minister with a faint looking ha-ha eyebrow. He asked for an appraisal from an expert sampling adventurer.
The wild old man with a raised chin mustache connected turned around around the white mushroom with a serious look and looked back with a big sigh.
"It's incredibly big, but I'm pretty sure it is"
Ooh - a surrounding voice and a bandage-wrapped right hand high, for some reason a proud careless old man.
"Assuming the effect is similar to that of a white lady, it would be worth enough for the country to buy it."
White Ladies (White Ladies), rarely used as a material for potions, are priced at least ten gold coins in Wang and Teito.
If that were this size, I would be able to buy about the Nicea Cassia country even if the price collapsed dramatically.
"Moooo!"
Suddenly, a big wife shouted out loud. He looks excited and tries to cram into adventurers.
The residents fled and space was created on thick arms like a bun and a swinging marutai.
The front dojo owner hurriedly blocked the path and shouted as he cuddled.
"Let's talk about it, for example. You can't just cut it down and take it."
The Grand Ma'am is a big favorite with white glowing mushrooms this evening. I thought they were going to sell me the story of an adventurer today.
To my husband's words, I gradually calmed down and went.
"Yeah, I just expressed my value. I was just asked to do an appraisal."
The old adventurer, who was flying big, says as he wipes the sweat off his forehead.
I have heard rumors about the Grand Mistress temporarily dubbed "Demon of the North". I didn't mean to piss you off or anything.
"Why don't you make it a tourist resource? It's not even in the Spirit Forest."
A small, belly-up minister who snorts deeply into the words of old Wild.
It was a headache that the country of Niceacasia had nothing to see.
In the wake of the gaze from the Minister, the front dojo owner opens his mouth.
"I don't mind. It originally grew more naturally in the garden."
In relief, the minister uttered words.
"As a national treasure, we need to take measures not to be stolen. Start with a guard."
To the words of the minister, the inhabitants of the surrounding world who speak out in favour.
"We're watching, too. It's bright and helpful at night, and if tourists come, they can sell things."
That's right, that's right, nodding neighbors.
When this seems to work better than a guard, there is a grin on the Minister's face.
"Then I'll have to put up a guide board. What's your first name? Like" White Lady of Nicea Cassia "?
Those around them laugh at the Minister's proposal, 'Isn't that right?' Only in a small country, the distance between ministers and residents is close.
The front dojo keeps a close eye on the situation.