I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Although I tried to gain momentum when I absolutely won the sheath, it was easy to win. I'm surprised it's too easy.

Again, they weren't popular because it didn't have sizing. Apparently the competing opponent was also a reason to the extent that Warcraft material might be reusable, and he pulled his hand as soon as he saw this one bid.

The winning bid is 30,000 gold. I don't know the market, but it wouldn't be super fancy. Materials aren't that expensive, and sheaths are the only thing like this?

It's just that you're pretty conspicuous. Having a kid like Fran at a weapons auction in the first place feels out of place in itself, and I feel quite a gaze.

Could it be bad? The fact that Gauls took such a roundabout means that there would be no direct contact. Maybe there's surveillance of the Marquis Ashtoner family, or they're still captured.

No, you could have put out a sheath, so it wouldn't even be incarceration? I just don't think he's normally in a state where he can shake a major player and walk away.

Worst case scenario is that Fran won the sheath made by Garth at this auction, which could also be quickly sprayed by the Marquis Ashtoner family. And what if it turns out that's Princess Black Thunder involved in Sergio's death? I think I can see for sure.

"In the meantime, let's win this later product"

(Why?)

"I'm blind."

I don't even think I can delude you to this extent...... It's nothing but fate, disguise your body that it was impulsive to win the sheath.

So I decided to win a bid for the second appearance in the afternoon, a windscreen bracelet. Seems like an item that soothes the wind when you're on a horse. It would be useful when you are on a Ursi.

However, this seems to be the surprisingly popular product, which competed with a significant number of people. But we have to show them that we're serious, so we can't pull it off. In the end, it cost 470,000 gold. We are quite rich now, but waste is still mournful.

"Then take the winning bid and go back to the inn."

"Mmm."

The successful goods can be received from that point on as long as payment is possible. Well, it's noisy to carry a lot of money, so it's mostly in the form of making payments later.

A fairly strong adventurer is watching over him as a guard, heading to the merchandise delivery port. Only a big auction, and the guards are pretty good at it. Looking at Fran, his immediate heightened vigilance also makes him highly capable.

Among adventurers, I can't feel Fran's prowess at all when it comes to Ranks G to E. The ones involved are mostly ranked around here.

When it comes to Rank D, C, they can feel something, even if they can't spot Fran's prowess. There were also many prudent adventurers because they were some strength, and few were actively involved in the franc.

If you get above B, you'll be able to feel Fran's strength even if you just look at it, and almost no one will sell you a fight. Well, there are times when you can be eyed by a combat maniac instead.

Given that, it was considered that the strength of these guards was to the extent of C. Depending on the sensing ability and so on, I'm not sure.

"Hey."

When Fran speaks to the attendant at the handover desk, the guards' tension reaches its climax. Conversely, the non-combatant attendant seemed to think that the stray had spoken up. He replies to Fran with a smooth face.

You can see the security guards are frustrated by the attendant's openness.

"Yes, what can I do for you? This is the delivery point for the item, so if you would like to guide us, please speak to the entrance clerk."

"I'm here to pick up the winning bid"

"I apologize for this. So can I ask you to show me your certificate of participation?

"Mmm."

When Fran gives him the certificate of participation, he puts it on the crystal. They say that crystal is a demon prop and manages all sorts of information.

The rest was light. Pay normally and receive goods. Although expensive items are mostly transported to mansions and other places to prevent crime, there are not many people who pay and receive them at this point of contact. Normally, they assume to receive cheaper items.

I saw half a million golds stacked on the counter unconstructively, and the clerk had his face pulled.

"Well, let's go back once."

(n)

You won't be able to expect contact from Gauls, and is there any message hidden in this sheath? Back in the inn room, we checked the sheath that had won the bid.

"Nothing unusual..."

"Mmm."

"Do you want to compare it a little?"

I'll compare the winning sheath side by side with my sheath that I originally used.

"... the same?

Yes, Fran was right, the two looked exactly the same. The size, construction, and color seem to be the same.

"On?"

Ulsi smells cum, but he doesn't know anything.

Further carefully compare the details. Lifting, tapping, magic sensing, everything.

"... I don't know."

"Mmm."

I take a casual peek into my sheath. So I noticed. It was two sheaths that looked exactly the same, but there was only one different part.

It's inside the sheath. And it was just a part of it. The thread used to sew the inside of the tip of the sheath turned red. My sheath, which I originally had, uses white thread for that part. To be honest, no matter how much I looked at it, I couldn't discover any difference other than there.

"Why don't you just untie me?"

"Mmm."

'Well, if you make it such a rampage...! Oh, I'll do it!

"Hmm? Okay."

On behalf of Fran, who pulls the thread with the ghoul, I untie the thread with mindfulness. It was stitched together with a kick without getting out of hand, but it took me a few minutes to figure it out.

"Oh, does the leather inside the sheath turn a little?

"Anything wrong?

"On"

"Oh, come on, don't push me like that"

I look into my sheath as I forgive Fran and Ursi, who are concerned and look at me, but I don't get letters like I expected.

'Hmmm... nothing in there... No, it says something in the turned place.'

"What does it say?

"Um, do you want this sheath to be used by the God of Wisdom for the best sword?

Is that some kind of cipher?

"You mean you want your master to use it?

'What do you mean?

"The best sword is definitely about the master! That's all that's possible."

'That's why you want me to use it? No, wait. God of Wisdom? Wisdom, not a blacksmith god? Could it be you're putting on an intelligence wepon?

Fran's right, maybe this is definitely a message for me to use. It just doesn't mean you can actually use it. It should contain more ciphers that only we can understand.

If only I had thought about the meaning of the word. Fran just put me in the sheath. I feel more comfortable in the front sheath because I destroyed some of it.

The untangled tip part is a little messy, and only a little metal hits the root part of the torso. I didn't know by the looks of it, but they say the hardware to fasten the back string is only a little bigger than the front sheath. Even Garth fails like this.

No, wait. A blacksmith like Garth would make such a mistake? I mean, is this on purpose?

"Fran, take a look at the hardware part."

"Mmm!"

Examination showed that the metal on the back of the fitting was subtly different from when it was in the front sheath. A slightly yellowish soft metal is used. I'm just sticking this together with adhesive, maybe if I put some force into it, I can peel it off.

Carefully peel off the jointed part of the fitting with care. Then there was some kind of letter written inside the metal. I didn't know you really meant to use it on me.

"Uh, a mansion with a war maiden stared at by a scorpion lion?

"Cryptography again?