I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

"For once, I chose supplies that Bell seemed to like. Tell me if you want anything else. I'll buy it until next time."

Remove the plate chocolate-sized white stone from the bag and follow the engraved letters on the surface with your fingers. Then, an official language of the continent appears on the surface where there was nothing but the letter of the beginning, pressing for a password. If you touch the pre-registered letter of the punching decision, a light particle grows from the long side on the right to create a screen reminiscent of the virtual display.

I don't know if I can call it a counterparty (ish) terminal - but let's tentatively decide that - while I think it's horrible that SF is mixed with the fantasy world's kushi... I'm used to it.

The main unit is just a stone, but this high-tech product, a very good magic item that doesn't betray the appearance expectations, automatically recognizes the contents by simply keeping it with other items in the registered item bag, and when used, it lists the item names and displays them on the light screen. In addition, this has an accompanying stone plate, where a magic formation may be carved to allow the movement of items. So far, it's easy to imagine, but these two are interlocking, and you don't have to actually take things out of the item bag, and you have to have the same thing with people who are away —— and of course, they have to have the same thing —— to exchange items easily.

There were a lot of useful tools, but in fact, this is a fairly expensive product, and the technology monopoly by the guild has not been combined to become generic. In my case it takes the form of borrowing from Ish, but in the first place this is something that a handful of people among the merchants, called luxuries, do not have as a substitute as a single pedestrian who is still a rush out even when he stands alone...... I would also like to ask what means I got there, but it is only for the record that I feel somewhat like a serpent and can't ask.

"Ish seems to be less available (space), so I'll get it first"

Either way he won't mind at all because he's a cheap buddy, but I'll just put in a no for now. Though a thoughtful childhood friend, he is one older man. In previous life, respect the elderly! Because he grew up in an environment, he became polite in his older years.

The screen shows this item inventory and his item inventory, which is the connection destination, in two columns.

"Oh, I wanted this."

Select dungeon consumable items from foodstuffs to daily groceries and travel consumables with your fingers, and press the move buttons floating on the stones one after the other. When I finish choosing the dizzy one and make sure this finger stops, Ish now looks closely at my item.

"Still an amazing assortment of products... You can often pick up this many rare items... I wonder how far you can buy them with your current holdings..."

While the bump leaks, he also selects this item one after the other.

"The recommendation is around there.“ Unshaken Flame Lamp ”or“ Landscape Picture Changing the View (Small) "or“ Talking Doll ”...... Huh!?

My mouth hardens unexpectedly as I read through the items I have recently acquired at my location.

--……… I think I see some kind of "ghost” letter now…?

Meanwhile, I gaze at a glittering point of the screen with the item name in line, feeling the cold sweat flowing through my back.

--There is. Indeed there is. “Bottled Ghost” item exists in my bag!! I didn't know. Was Ghost an item? What effect... is different! Calm down, but calm down, me!! I'm going in, not there!!! When did you get in!? When did you get in!? I don't know... I don't know!! < (";") >

Hi-no-no! When I'm alone in my thoughtful memory, Ish's finger selects it without any resistance and moves it to his own item bag.

—— Oh... oh...? Does the merchant Ish take a “ghost” after all have any effect as an item?

His fingers stop moving as he twitches thrilled to ask if he should or should not.

--……… why?

"Don't you want this? I don't mind for free..."

I leak a pompous voice as I stare at one item left there.

To say "free" to a merchant means "listen to this request, which is worth the price" is in implicit understanding. but because that's where we get along. I'm sure he also understands that you're saying it's a "free" that really doesn't ask for anything in return, but you just started fixing items on hand. An unwilling reply comes first.

"It's a“ limited edition item, "so I can't take it."

—— What?

My body freezes to that word.

He possesses “appraisal, forensics”, a tradesman's unique skill, which allows him to see the correct item name without high-tech products like the one he is using now, and to understand its effects, etc.

A "limited item”, as its name suggests, is an item with a limited number of users.

They say things and their composition vary, but the easiest to understand would be spiritual weapons and so on. It's a common story, but in this fantastic world, there is a weapon with spirits. They have a spiritual personality, and this is my husband! I just choose to hold hands. If they don't like it, they may not even touch it. Not all those spirits dwell on, of course, but you can think of them as a line.

Thus, most of the limited items cannot be bought, sold or transferred to others.

"The address is Bell, too. Seems like an upper-class night club to me. Who gave you the invitation?

"... on a high tense ghost that is white, transparent and pompous"

"?... Ghost?

"When I followed the brave man, I went to the horror house... and it sounded like a reward for solving the mystery..."

I accidentally get a dark voice because it's a desperate situation.

—— I can't let go, I need to let go! What's so frightening!! (|| *)

I'm in a good mood.

Then Ish is silent for a while and returns a fresh response with a voice that we finally have a point of convergence.

"Ah!? Then this is the" Ghost Festival Invitation "coming out of the picture book!? You're lying!? So Phantom Town really existed!?

When he screams as much as he screams, he tries to calm himself down with a deep breath, ha-ha. That's an old habit. I'm sure the next thing you know, you'll be removing your glasses and rubbing your eyeballs. A nostalgic trick comes to my attention that smells like some old man to you.

"Huh. Well. Belle would. Yeah, I get it.... Then I'll send you the money for the difference we bought."

I think it's kind of bad for a childhood friend who always buys away the plain smelly items I pick up on the road, etc., but don't hesitate to get them because they are an important fund for chasing the brave ones. As a matter of fact, I know that he doesn't have trouble supporting food when he has to because he has special skills hidden in him.

Childhood friend equals. He's out of the orphanage too. Additionally, they are couches who have voluntarily graduated together. In his case it can also be said that it was because of the special skills we were given, but we were two people doing the orphanage hammerers. He has grown young and his spirit has aged, and I have carried over memories of my previous life. The height of each other's spiritual age became a wall and they could hardly get into the circle of children.

At first, there was a degree of recognition that there was someone similar to him at the end, and there was little conversation. Once you realize the high spiritual level of your opponent, it's the natural flow that sprouts bonds there. Eventually I found out about his special skills and he understood that I have with my special skills. Since then, we have been connected by a peculiar bond.

For once, let me put in a no here, there is no element of sex between us at all.

You mean company.

The line "What is the friendship between the opposite sexes..." when it comes to romantic novels in the previous world often turns out, but I think we are true friends who transcend it.

"Oh, yeah. I'll give you this. And this. I think Belle likes it."

"Wow, is that okay? It's Thanksgiving."

"The brave men of the east are now aiming for a village called Huu near the border of Quador, right?

"Ooh. I get it. Willide's last meadow field, I'm walking."

"Well. Not if the merchant's information network is broken. For now, I don't think Bell will die no matter what happens, but be careful. Then it's time to get back to work. See you soon."

"Yes. Thank you for everything. Don't let Ish break your body by working too hard either. See you later."

This response was followed by a vocal exhalation, "Be careful," and the communication was disconnected.

That way, it means you're pushing it to the point where you know you're pushing it yourself. Even if I lost my current job, I have a job to do, so I don't think I have to work that hard.

Perhaps he has such a big dream, etc., blurring out the display of light grown from board chocolate-sized stones and falling into luxury leather bags (brand bags) inscribed with palm-sized blue stones depicting magic formations for voice communication.

While talking to Ish, the distance from the brave seems to have opened up a lot...

The village is right there, so you won't be in such a hurry.

Sometimes it's important to show extra space, I just slackened my stride to the point where it hangs shady than the direction of travel.

"Ah."

What a dumb voice I just thought, wind arrows (wind arrows) flew in from the rear.

"Ooh."

As the dumb voice leaked out of his mouth again, a sharp chunk of wind with a single point concentration pushed the field monster towards the distance that was now looming.

Hiraki looks back at himself.

"Percy..."

I turn my gaze to the dog-shaped warcraft in the position where I can see a critical black hair tip while buried in the green, and try calling it by the nickname I recently gave it.

"It's okay. It's okay. I don't really know how my special skills work. If you're going to“ dodge ”me anyway, I wish you'd dodge the encount itself, but I shouldn't. It's never your fault. So even though I've been traveling far enough away from the scope of the“ intimidation ”effect, I don't have the right to blame you... after all, you've helped me."

Like an actress, I try to get on the spot with Yoyo and make a spotlight-conscious decision pose.

Warcraft looks at me like that from afar, Wong! And he just raised his voice and waved his tail and seemed to resume the road grass as if nothing had happened.

Well.

I guess this is just how good our relationship is.

Lift your hips and walk out as if nothing had happened here or here, thinking about the level of the Warcraft that creates an overkill atmosphere with one magical wind arrow.

—— Come on. Seriously, go after the brave man. ♪