Isekai ni Kita Boku wa Kiyoubinbode Subaya-sa Tayorina Tabi o Suru

"Sorry."

"Oh, are you here?"

Casil, who stood at the counter today without falling, welcomed me.

"I'm sorry you had a blast yesterday. Is the lady navel bent?

"Yeah, today I'm acting different."

"Ha-ha-ha! I knew my heart would get hot on the sword. Wow!

"It's a man's instinct to look at a sword and his heart pops."

The two of us laugh aloud at Ahhh. They're going to say I don't like boys because of this. But I can't help it. Weapons are the souls of men. Material, shape and value. Every one of them distracts me. The same is true of the Armored Devil's Sword (Gram Panzer) hanging on my hips.

"So I'm going to wind up today to make sure you don't piss off the lady any more. I picked up a dagger yesterday that I was lost in."

"Hmm... I knew I'd look at all of them..."

There are four daggers lined up by Kasil.

Light and sturdy dagger. "The Dagger of Mithrills" made from "Mithrills", a rare ore

With an emphasis on sharpness, "Serpentwight" is made from the fangs of the red ball-class sea snake "Sabre Serpent"

Linear Blade, a magical dagger whose AGI rises due to the granting magic hung on a dagger created from Thunder Ore

Asikirimal, an unidentified dagger that Kasil bought from an open-air merchant.

With these four in front of me, I was roaring. Honestly, I want it all. But I have no money. There is, but I can't afford it. I wish I had defeated another Wyburn, I just think. I can't do it.

"So, what do we do?

"All good"

"I'm glad to hear that. If you have money, sell it all!

Though stuffed with financial difficulties, Daniela really gives me all her love if I don't choose here. When I got back to the inn, nobody was there. Then I'd be lost on the street.

"The thing that bothers me most is this resale product."

"Don't say resell, resell. Sure, I used to buy these, but they're good stuff. I'll make it cheaper because it's used."

"Asikirimal hey"

It's a Japanese-like naming, and this, it's a dagger, but it's a knife, no matter how you look at it. I wonder who the open-air dealer is. But I'm attracted to a lot of things, but I'm quite attracted to this little knife. Other daggers are attracted to materials and stuff, but they're also attracted to something that's hard to name or shape when it comes to this little knife. I think the heart of the sword in me is screaming at this guy.

"I've decided. Give me this asiquilimal!

"Oh, 10 gold coins!

"It's a used reseller, isn't it? Half price, please."

"That's not how it works. This is business too. but I'll sell it for 6 sheets because you owe me some help!

"I bought it!

Get a mystery knife for cheap. Six gold coins is not cheap for me. But if it's to get this knife, it feels cheap. I can't help but think that this is so important.

I paid for it and equipped the belt on the back of my waistcape with a knife. Now I wonder if I can get my lost gear back thanks to Raid Cobolt!

"Is this everything you buy?

"Yeah, thank you. I made a good purchase."

"Heck, I haven't seen him in a while either (...) Glad he came!

Shake hands with each other. There was a fervent friendship between men with swords in their hearts.

"Now I can get my lost gear back. And from now on, I'd like to buy my new gear..."

"You still gonna buy it? Well, fine. What do you want?

I'll be happy to hoist a nibble and a mouth angle over Kasil staring at this side as he arms across the counter.

"Give me the Great Sword"

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Damn it, you rascal. Leaving me alone completely is a good choice of weapons. I felt like I didn't have it in my eyes. My heart broke. You have to eat something delicious to soothe your heart and fill your belly.

I walk alone, down Main Street in Vadolph. Tourists and adventurers drain from the left-right inn. I guess they're all going to walk to their stomachs because they had breakfast. But I'm not. I'm about to go play the second round of breakfast to heal this broken heart. If you say so, this is a heartbreak trip.

I'm walking around wondering if there's a nice shop somewhere that can soothe my heart, but there's only an inn. What the hell? I remember this town was a boarding house town, and it broke my heart again to have no place to do it. That and this are all bad for the rabbit. If the rabbit would mind, I would always give it to you... Damn, should I still have gone to the rabbit room last night? Along the way, the free information desk caught my eye, but when I relied on it, I felt like I had lost for some reason, so I decided not to stop by and look.

Everywhere I looked, there was only an inn, so I went to the bet. Turn the road without any context and enter the alley. Fly over that protrusion with wind magic and walk as you wish on the way out. I jump over when I come to the end of the line. That's how a fragrant scent arrived in my nose over and over again. Gradually! I rely on my nostrils to find my way out.

And after a few turns down the road, I reached the mall. It's another mall from the mall that did the rabbit yesterday. Feels like I saw it, lots of travelers. Is it a souvenir, to be seen from the way you walk with all sorts of luggage? I guess that means there are many stores like grocery stores. But the scent my nose senses emanates from this mall. I'm pretty sure it's in this mall. I walked out again with all my spirit in my nose.

A store with a sign called 'Trunk Pavilion'. Apparently that's where my nose got its promises. The intense scent paralyzes my nose. Here. Here would heal this broken heart of mine. If you decide so, only come in later. The woman pushed forward silently.

"A customer? Then sit properly."

I'm not that loving, either, but I don't think it's as spicy as this owner. I'm not going to take a transverse attitude because I'm a guest, but I'm going to sit in the seat in front of you whining in my heart and take a menu chart, wondering if you could be a little gentler. Hmm, that's just a dish with a little sprinkling name. These stores may taste good but they are low in quantity. I'm determined to serve witch mountain games. You must serve an amount of food about the palm of a goblin and say 50 pieces of silver coins or something. Then you can ask for the amount that you anticipated from the beginning. I have money. I still have the money to redeem the bounty that prevented the stampede and the material I got from the pit trail.

"Order." Deer Steak "and" Sautéed Pork and Wild Grass "and" Soup Set Today "and two" Berle Honey Ice Cream "for dessert"

"Aren't you overeating? If you can't eat it, I'll get you a fine. The food is not free."

"Don't underestimate me. I eat everything that is served. That's courtesy for cooking."

"Hmm... you know what I mean. Good. I'll serve you the best food."

Hmm, he's not an out-of-the-box bad guy. Even if you have a bad attitude, do you still mean the cook? The maker and the eater. When these two mesh, happiness is born there. I came here to heal this broken heart and make it happy. Come on, try to satisfy me!

On this day, I know what happiness is. And I also know that there must be a rabbit in order to have true happiness. The broken heart was completely repaired and reborn as a radiant heart. My heart wants a rabbit. Asagi, I'm coming to see you now. I was surprised by the unexpected amount, but it's all packed. I'll be there as soon as this stomach digests, so just wait. Up......

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"A great sword, huh? Hey, isn't the weapon a one-handed sword?

"I want to use a lot of things. The goal is to be able to handle any weapon well."

"All those guys are going to be halfway so-called 'instrumental poor'. I think you'd look better with a one-handed sword?

"Isn't that good, clever poor! Extremely clever and wealthy! I want to use a one-handed sword, but I also want to use a great sword!

"I'm cleverly wealthy! Oh, no more, shaggy! That's a big sword, I'll bring you our best guy!

There was an exchange, and Casil walked out of the counter and disappeared into the row of shelves. I was made a fool of for my clever poverty, but I laughed at Niyaniya when I remembered the idiom "clever wealthy man" who came out with his mouth shut.

"What the... Kimochi..."

"Mmm-hmm! Whoo-hoo-hoo!... So, what about the Great Sword?

"I'm not deluding you... Look, this guy is our best sword. His name is Schwartztempest."

Black storm? Maybe because it's different worlds but language is messed up......

"It's a sword sharpened from the fossil of a demonic bone that used to be a tempest whale. I created it from a bone stained with blue magic, but the color is too dark to be close to black... the potential attack power comes with origami"

"Is it blue... it's flowing to me too, so I hit it and put it on."

"Really? Then maybe this is fate too... This sword struck my master before he died."

Kasil talks smudgingly as she stares at the sword.

"My master didn't have the necessary red magic for a blacksmith. What I had was blue magic. Everyone was fooling around, but the master still struck the sword without giving up and became the best blacksmith in the empire. Isn't that amazing?

"Yes, I can't imagine how much effort you've made"

"I would. It was already a bloody day. I can't get away from the blacksmith no matter how many times I stop it. This is the last sword such a master has struck. The soul of that man dwells in the sword made at the end of the period. Legendary tempest whale bones that flow through the market and finally get here. That's where the blue blacksmith put his soul. There's no better sword than this one."

I take my gaze off Kasil and see the blue sword, Schwartztempest. The great sword that wrapped the thin and blue aura was like the sea, and then it wore the breadth of the sky.

"Asagi, I entrust this sword to you. I guess this is some kind of fate too. Take it."

"Is that okay?

"Holy shit! Well, I wanted to strike a sword that would exceed my master, too. Bye!"

A gritty and rubbed casil underneath his nose disappears through the counter to the back. I bowed my head behind it and left the store behind with the blue sword (Schwartz Tempest) on my back. Living on your back is the soul of a hot man. We have to live in a way that is not ashamed of that soul.

Let's start with Daniela in a good mood. Man, shut up and sell the melancholy,!