There are three items arranged on a well polished and candied table.
One is a brown leather glove to protect the hand that uses the bow, the other is a short knife or a small knife, and finally a ring with a jewel mimicking a blue flower, an accessory called Palm Cuff integrated with a black lace hand decoration covering the entire back of the hand.
Leggles-kun and Play-kun sat left and right, three Barbarians in the front.
The teachers stay behind us and peek into the objects placed on a table board polished like a mirror.
"First of all, the glove goes to the playboy. This is a correction for dexterity, so not only when you use bows and arrows, but when you make something or open a chest, you increase your success rate."
"Seriously? Thanks!"
I will try on the gloves I received from Mr. Camara as soon as I play them with joy and courage.
Every time Play-kun moves his hand, it sounds like leather rubbing, and he seems happy about it too.
"Next thing I know," said Upatra, handing me the palm cuff.
"This is an accessory that doubles the magic effect of the wearer, holds the magic consumption to its normal half, and then stores away the amount you didn't use."
"That's a lot of value for money......!
"If you're a magician, you can't hurt yourself to keep this hand item."
With that said, Mr. Upatra politely puts a palm cuff on my hand.
I felt the decorative part of the ring and back of my wrist was a bit large, but I tried to fasten the wrist hardware and stick it all the way to my hand.
Mr. Viktor laughs.
"I have something similar. The one that changes the color of the flower part of the gem because of the accumulation of magic, right?
"Yes. Sir Shostakovich's is famous for his Murima branding." Magnum Ops. "
An unexpected name came up.
Mr. Murimah was a famous Dwarf worker, wasn't he an arms maker?
I was surprised, so I honestly had a voice.
"Ho! Does Mr. Murima make accessories as well as weapons?
"Oh. If that old man gets interested, I'll make anything from weapons to supplies. Murimah's branded frying pan."
"Really!?
Awesome that you don't choose what you make and you don't have to choose.
The knife and frying pan are struck differently because they use the same metal. Because you can hit a knife, you're not always good at hitting a frying pan. Yet I can make both, and I think that's a tremendous talent.
"You're paralyzed!
"Ooh?
"Wow! I admire you!
"Oh, yeah. Huh..."
"You're enthusiastic..."
Three more Barbarians hold their mouth.
Well, I admire you!
It's amazing to have one as an artisan, but I envy you for your versatility and all.
When I said I wanted to see him one day, he flanked me from the side with Tuntung.
"Grandpa Mo, you seem to know someone named Murima, don't you?
"Really!?
"Grandpa, that's amazing!
"Yeah. He said something like that. I'll ask you next time."
What you need to have is friends!
Say hello to Play-kun and he'll take it lightly.
When I was excited about the famous worker Murimah's information, I heard a cough.
Jayanta was laughing bitterly.
"Well, we'll talk about Murima later."
"Ah, yes. You broke your hips talking, sorry."
When I posture, Leggles and Yakuza posture as well.
When he did so, Mr. Jayanta placed a sidebar or a knife in front of Leggles.
"This one, the sheath, the pattern, and the twig are decent sides, but it's actually a tree inside, not a blade of a knife."
"Wood!?
"Oh. But it's not just a tree. The undead of the spiritual system that was shredded by the clergyman who packed the spiritual trees of the Jade Emperor Mountain, a spiritual mountain in the spiritual mountains, and made it possible to use sacred magic through rigorous training, is also said to be a wooden knife for slaughter."
It's an amazing substitute, and it's not like letting a 5-year-old have it?
It was on the table that something terrible came out and the teachers looked like they had been taken aback as well as me and Play-kun.
Mr. Camara flaunts his shoulder when he notices it.
"Actually, this is what came out of the crate earlier on the request. If Jayanta can be used, that would be good..."
He said, "Well, he's going to choose his owner."
To sigh mixed up, Mr. Upatra says that Jayanta doesn't even have enough to line up with the public if he's an axe, nor does the treatment of a knife.
I can just use it, but they say it's far from the realm of masters.
Still, I must be able to use it, so I tried to shake it, and you think the wooden knife didn't fall out of the sheath?
I looked at the watermark with Mr. Upatra's demonic eye and he said, "What a person to choose to use."
No, isn't that a great substitute?
Everyone seems to think that even if they don't put it in their mouth, their gaze is directed naturally towards the wooden knife.
"There are enemies who can't just physics like this one, and now they can't. But when Leggles grows up, I wonder if I can shake this wooden knife."
Mr. Jayanta laughs as he scratches his cheeks with Polypoli.
He was going to give it to DeMilich as a birthday present before he left, but this time he reinforced it even more.
That's because this wooden knife, the man who sharpened it, is a cleric who excelled in sacred sorcery, or even if he's just decorating it, he can remove the undead.
It was with that possessed messenger lady from Demilich and it was the effect of this wooden knife that they were not affected by anything, Ms Upatra says.
"It looks like Phoenix Butterfly Boy can use sacred magic, and Playboy can avoid difficulties with strong intuition. Leggles, you'd rather have protection, wouldn't you say?
"Indeed."
It was Dr. Romanov who snorted.
That's right.
I can feel enough to let myself cut the meat and break the bones for something to be done to me, but I would butt in if Leggles or Mr. Rottenmeyer were going to do something to me.
I can set things up with my parents because I'm treading that those two can't do anything.
Anyway, the two sources of funding are holding back, and we have strong allies.
However, when it is outside Kikunai's house, the story is different.
There are some people in the world who are good at my many pieces, whether it's plotting or witchcraft.
In some cases, the teachers may not be able to move either.
It was when I tried to bow my head to thank the Jayantas.
It is in sight that Leggles has the wooden knife in his hand.
When the small hand fell on the pattern and sheath, it pulled out smoothly to do so.
"You're soaked, right?
Blink with the patsy and look twice at Leggles Kun and the tree filling out of his sheath.
Not only me, but the three Barbarians, the players, the teachers.
Compare Leggles-kun's hand and wooden sashimi again.
"Huh? Out?
"Yeah. Ray, can you get it wet?
"Genius!? Not great at trying genius or anything!?
Leggles trains swordsmanship to his rounded opponents every day at Tara, and these days he's had enough to take one from Yuansan about once every ten times.
On top of the cutest chick in the world, your swordsmanship talent is a flood, and you spare no effort, aren't you super promising for the future anymore?
Leggles looks up at Mojimoji and me as he returns his torso to his sheath.
"Wow, wow?
"Yeah, it's amazing!
"My grandfather is amazing, too. Hirosa is my grandfather's apprentice."
He's so neat. To me and Leggles, he puts his chest up too.
If the disciples are great, so is the master who can properly teach them.
If you say that, Play-kun will be more and more proud to put up his chest, and Leggles will say, "Hey, you!" and shaggy.
In an attempt to soothe the appearance of Play-kun and Regulus, and to thank them again for their gifts, the three Barbarians looked behind us as to why.
Besides, I kind of feel the raw temperature in my gaze.
The moment I tried to look back at what it was, I heard a patter and a rush down the hallway.
I wonder if this is Mr. Utsunomiya.
Bullshit, Leggles pointed in the hallway, but he gets off the couch and goes out into the hallway.
"Our only yah! You can't do that if you don't know what to do!
"Oh yeah! Because you're awake!
With that said, Mr. Utsunomiya jumped into his room.
And from behind, a voice chased me like I was rubbing something.
Mr. Rottenmeyer walks into the room quietly and breaks his knee as I sit on the couch.
"Your peachy hair is awake."
"Then I'll see you..."
"Are you okay to go?" I tried to ask Mr. Rottenmeyer, "I heard Elise say," Please wait. "
Tilt your neck to some rushing mixed voice, even though the prolonged tone remains the same as usual.
Then Mr. Utsunomiya went out into the hallway again with Patapata.
"You've just woken up and if you don't move too much......!
"I'll sit on your left."
"No, I can't sleep without thanking you for your help......!
The voices of the two maids were mixed with those of the unfamiliar.
Just the eyes. "The person?" Ask, "Mr. Rottenmeyer bends his eyebrows to the eight letters as troubled.
"When I told the young man I was going to tell him that you were awake, he asked me to tell him myself. I stopped you..."
"I see. Then let me through, and I'll give you some tea or something that will warm your body."
"Yes, sir."
Softly bowing his head, Mr. Rottenmeyer leaves, giving instructions to the two or three maids to go to the kitchen.
When Song-kun got off the couch, he lined up with three Barbarians, two Mr. Viktor and Lara.
Dr. Romanov sits where he sat.
When this one was ready, a peach-haired woman, supported by Mr. Utsunomiya and Elise, slowly approached.
Long enough to reach your thighs, your eyes of the same color moisturize and your lips dazzle with a soft cherry blossom color, a beauty that you might call just as extinct.
Hino! Here comes a scary beauty!
Stuff the hem of the clothes like the white piece you were wearing and the person takes the lady's thank you.
"Thank you for your help this time. My name is Bradamante, a cherry orchid witch who travels in various countries."
Ho ho.