I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

We returned to Aretha promptly after our engagement with the Goblin herd. I really wanted to go fix my protective gear, but they take me to the guild.

As an etiquette, purifying magic removes dirt, but it doesn't change the way you dress terribly. It just seems like no one cares about the adventurer.

"Mr. Elevent, how did it go?

"Oops. Gilmouth has a report."

"Wait, I'll check"

I guess I saw Eleventh's serial face and realized how bad things were. Mr. Nell hastily pulled into the back.

A few minutes later. Nell comes to get the Frans.

"The Alliance Master is here for you. Come here."

Entering Gilmouth's office, there was a combination of Gilmouth and Donado.

Let's hear the report.

"Oh. With Krall and the others, I headed to the crime scene, where I met Fran."

"Already, the battle was over"

"Really? Well, I'd like to ask Fran..."

Gilmouth sighs lightly. I guess it's because I know Fran's silence. It's the face I'm working out how to make you talk. Well, I'll follow you here. Sounds like a pretty pressing situation.

"May I have your report?

"Fran, give him the horn."

"Mm-hmm. Here."

Fran removed the horn of the hobgoblin from the dimensional storage disguised as a tool bag.

"Is this... Hobgoblin's Horn?

Gilmouth uses an appraisal, and when he understands what it is, he takes it up with a tough look.

"Goblins were mixed with hobgoblins! What's the total number of goblins? How many hobgoblins were there?

Donald, too, is stunned to take the corner in his hand.

"A lot."

"Uh, a little bit more detail."

"About 130."

"About 130."

"Four hobgobs, about 20 superior species"

"4 for hobgoblins and 20 for superior species"

"Stupid!

Donado stands up unexpectedly.

"That's a complete precursor to goblin stampede!

Calm down, Donald.

"Su, excuse me"

"Well, I have a question for Mr. Fran. What happened to the goblins? Did you withdraw?

"I knocked them all down"

"I see, he said he didn't retreat"

"Mm-hmm. I'm on my way to the end"

"That's not good."

What's wrong with that?

According to Gilmouth, the goblins that Fran defeated seem to have been kicked out of the nest for a whimper. The inferior goblins that bred and could no longer be covered by the nest overflowed with King's orders. So I guess I'm ready to die and have turned to Fran, who's going to be a threat to my nest.

There, the fact that there is a mixture of hobgoblins and superior species means that you can assume that the nest is already solidified only by hobgoblins.

"This Goblin Stampede is going to be huge."

"Let's call an emergency call on the adventurers."

"We will prepare tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we will attempt to annihilate the nest. Is that the kind of flow?

"Yeah. Let's first let the seafaring adventurers find their nest location. I'll make a special request."

"Well, shall I secure the potions?"

You're getting in a rush. The receptionist other than Mr. Nell has been called and has given a lot of instructions.

"Okay, Mr. Elevent. I'd like you to work another one, please?

"Are you directing me to the scene?

"Yes, I want you to take the sheaf adventurer back."

"I understand. It's all about Aretha. I'll do my best."

Other adventurers nod forcefully to the words of Eleventh. Fran followed me. He said he had a face, but I won't forgive him.

I need to repair my protective gear, and I'll give it a rest today. That's all I can give away.

"Mr. Fran... take the day off. That armor won't make you do it."

"... n"

Fran nods thoughtlessly, but good job Gilmouth!

The Elevents will confirm the details further.

"Bye, I'm going home"

"Oh, wait. Please do so by receptionist before you return, I will apply for ranking up to F"

"? I haven't fulfilled five requests yet"

"There's no way you can leave an adventurer like Goblin's army alone. Besides, you can't participate in this crusade request in the G-rank. It's also convenient."

"Ha ha. There should be one strong adventurer."

"It's a sudden request. We don't know how many adventurers we get together. At that time, a man who is sure to count as a force of war is invaluable."

"Even tomorrow, you will be informed of your request to join the crusade, so take that request"

"Mm-hmm. I'll definitely take it"

"It helps."

"Bye."

As Gilmouth put it, the receptionist gave me a rank-up process. Nothing particularly wrong with it, it's light. Time, maybe a few dozen seconds. However, the guild card has the letter F.

"Up!

I'm glad to hear it. I don't care what someone else's rating is, but this kind of visible and discerning rank seems to bother you. level and maybe so. Well, it's also a sign of your strength.

'All right, we've decided to join the war. Let's go fix our armor. Is that enough for now?

"Sell weapons"

"Can you sell it in the guild?

When I asked, the Alliance only bought materials and collections.

"Well, shall we take it to Garth's?"

The question is, will a Gauls-level blacksmith take such a bad weapon?

'No, wait. There's another merchant I know!

'Whoa. Well, it was shadowy. It's Randall. "

"Oh."

Stop responding to that "if you say so, some of you did" thing. Well, I can't talk about people either.

"We're talking about it along West Boulevard."

"Find"

In the large town of Aretha, I was worried that I would be able to discover Randell's shop, but as soon as I looked for it, I could. It was near the entrance to the street. Because Randall was in front of the store.

"Oh, Mr. Fran! Maybe you're looking for my shop?

"Mm-hmm. I'm here to sell"

"I'm glad to hear that! Come on in."

Randell invites me into the store.

"You're very messy about something."

In a narrow store, products are displayed in a narrow area. Flea and poison can line up. There may be daily groceries and weapons lined up. There was no unity either.

"Dirty"

'Oops. I just wrapped it in an oblate and said it!

When I look at Randell, I'm smiling bitterly.

"Ha. They say it all the time. I'm just arranging what's going to sell from one end to the other."

So, isn't it too broad? Well, it's not about me talking, it's okay. The average person will be hard to get close to.

"Buy me this."

"Wow. You had an item bag!

"Once."

Randall is pulling slightly on the next weapon to be removed.

"Nevertheless, this...! That's a hell of a lot."

"There's more. As much."

"Yeah? Wait a minute. I'm sorry, can you put it on the floor?

"Okay."

"You're a pretty fancy one to come in so much. I envy mine because they're so small and hard to use."

That's just professional, talking to the public, but assessing weapons. The eyes are sharp, the face of a merchant.

"Hmm, not in very good shape."

"Goblin dropped it"

"Oh, that's what it came from. There were also some steel weapons, so it was somewhat... 13,000 gold in total, I suppose?

(Okay?)

"That's just over 200 gold per average...... If you think about it in terms of condition, isn't it a good place?

"Okay. That's fine."

Randell removes the coins from the item bag.

"Well, this way, please"

"Mmm."

All the money received will be treated to dimensional storage. It's easy to take out, so it's a good purse change.

"Thank you. Nice to see you again."

There are a lot of interesting products, and they will come back. At that time, let me buy something.

I got the money, and you're at Grandpa Garth's next. As always, there are merchants in the square. We walked into the store through the back door we used the other day.

"Koncha."

"Oh, you guys! Hey, what's up? I haven't got a sheath yet."

"Mmm, not today"

"I want you to fix your protective gear..."

So the first voice I showed my protective gear was, "Hey, what the hell?"

"Dude. That's it in just one day...... What the hell is wrong with you?

"I fought goblins"

"Goblin?"

'Precisely. Goblin's army. More than 100. "

"There was Hobgob, too."

"Huh? Isn't that important! Stampede's gonna happen!

"Already reported to Adventurer Alliance"

"Right. But you were safe."

"Master's Grace"

"Master?"

"That's my name."

With that said, maybe Garth didn't give me my name. I just have a bad feeling.

"Huh? Why so weird -"

"That's a good name, isn't it? Fran thought to me!

Notice, it's Garth!

"Oh, oh. That's a good name. Really."

'Right? Right?

"Best name ever! You deserve a famous sword!

Huh. It was dangerous. Gauls flickers at Fran and flashes my name. Unnatural enough.

"Well, with that said, was it a fix for your protective gear?

'That's right! I have to go on a goblin crusade the day after tomorrow. "

"That's not a problem. You'll have to fix it soon."

"How much does it cost?

"Right... you mean 10,000 Gold"

"Pretty cheap."

"Well, it's for the Demon Crystal."

"Demonic crystal?

"Unlike demonic stones, they are mined from the ground, a type of crystal. They're building up magic, and they can be used to catalyze rituals."

"You've never heard of it before."

"Fixing it uses a blacksmith repair, but in doing so, you'll need a demonic crystal as a catalyst."

"So, you fix it with magic?

"Whoa. We'll see anyway?

'Are you sure?

So I decided to show Grandpa Garth the restoration.

Place the protective equipment on the workbench. Looks like there's a magic formation in there. Place yellow demon crystals in places like pedestals.

And then, it's no different than using a little long chanting magic.

"- Repair!"

The magic formation shines as it responds to the powerful voice of Gauls. And after the light had subsided, the scratches and dirt had disappeared clean and refreshing, like new protective equipment.

"Wow."

"Oh. Isn't it brand new?"

"It's not that convenient. If you use the same armor more than once, it will become ineffective. This time it was done with a small demon crystal, but I have to use a guy a little bigger next time. It'll cost about 30,000, too."

Does that mean that it may be cheaper to buy it again? That's a handheld and consultation.

"Thanks"

"I mean good. In the fight against the Hobgobs, I hope you do your best!

"Leave it to me."

'Cause we're gonna take down King and Queen!

"Mm. Our prey"

"Ha. You're reliable!"