Isekai Sozo no Susu-me ~ Sumahoapuri de Wakusei o Tsukutte Shimatta Ore wa Kami to Nari Sekai o Meguru

It was time to see the town, so when we reached the walls of the castle, the soldiers guarding the gates spoke to us.

The world's first First Villager, the Original First Townsman, seems to be an unmotivated soldier in front of him.

Am I as old as I should be?

While I don't think I'm going to get a lot of results, I'll give it a little appraisal.

[Soldier]

Manufacturing is tough, tough.

There has been a slight change in the notation of the appraisal, and the amount of information is increasing.

What a specialty it seems to have now, even though it was only "tight" or "nice" before.

Is it because the level of alchemist has increased?

Well, anyway, this gatekeeper seems to be good at making things for soldiers.

I don't know what it feels like.

"Hello uncle"

"Oh, what's up, Bowes? It's not safe out of town, is it? Holla, I just got inside. I'm in."

"Yes."

When I pretended to be a child and greeted him, he was mistaken for a townsman and taken inside the walls.

Especially since they haven't asked me where you're from.

I guess it's because they still look ten, they're totally alarmed.

If this was a worn out outfit like an orphan, or if I hadn't eaten good food and was galloping, it would have been different, but unfortunately, this out-of-the-world garment was brand new and when I was ten, I was a very normal earthly people.

It's not like I've ever been abused or anything, so my muscles and fat are standard.

It's a strange story to say that just a child from anywhere like that lived out of town alone, without parents and without weapons, even though they came from other villages.

No matter where you look at it, it's a child of a civilian who went out of town with a jerk.

I guess that's why soldiers don't bother asking me who I am either.

"Thanks - Uncle!

"Whoa, you're not going outside on your own anymore, are you? I'm worried about your parents."

"Yes."

Keep pretending to be a child and break up with the soldier.

I got into town without difficulty, so for one thing, undercover operations are mission cleared.

Find a means to sell Horn Rabbit next.

By the way, I created this world, but I don't even know the culture of the human species.

I've been watching my life all my life in the primitive era, but from there on out, the times were going on on on their own when I was making characters, so I don't know what flow led me to the Middle Ages.

So I decided to ask someone who would pretend to be a child and go on the road again.

The first target is Oba, who sells fruit-like stuff in an outdoor store.

"Hey."

"Oh, sweetie. I'm so glad you're my sister."

First, lip service as a first hand.

I don't have any money in the other world, so I can't naturally create a flow of stories and extract information by buying things.

Then it's the stones that make you feel better by treating them instead of money.

In company livestock terminology, it is also called entertainment.

"Your mother tells me you're selling me a horn rabbit later, you know where to go?

"Then it's a tannery or an adventurer's guild. Do you know where it is?

"I don't know"

"Well, hey, it's nothing to do with kids."

You feel better about lip service, Oba answers thrashing.

When I found out where the store was without difficulty, I once again accomplished my mission and decided to head to the Adventurer's Guild.

Chocolate.

Oba said the place to go for sale is a leather shop or an adventurer's guild would be good, but when I heard more about it, it seemed like taking the meat to the leather shop would only be a lump sum, so I decided to go to an adventurer's guild that would buy it all together.

Apparently, Oba was mistaken for the purpose of eating horn rabbit meat at home and selling only skin material.

By the way, the Adventurer Guild location is fortunately right around the corner and was quickly found because it looks more splendid than the building there.

I'm guessing a lot of people make battle their business because they're about adventurers, and if they get tangled up, they're scared, so they go into the building equipped with a pair of tweezers just in case.

It's a bunny on the right hand side and a rabbit on the left.

"Grandpa Shima Su"

"Oh, what's wrong with me? Do you have a drink?

"Yes, sir."

The moment I walked in, the rough people who drank would see this one, but they would see me as a child who had come to accomplish parental grabbing. I lost interest and immediately went back to the original bickering.

The receptionist sister who spoke to me seems to take care of me, so I'll put the horn rabbit on the counter.

I broke my neck and knocked him down, my first rabbit.

There are a number of other prey that I defeated with Xu, but since it seemed to sell most undamaged and expensive, I decided to sell number one to this guy.

The receptionist's sister quickly checks the area for scratches, including the examination of the prey.

I'm free to wait, so I decided to give my sister an appraisal.

[Receptionist]

It's harder this way, it's too tight. Don't ever turn around.

"Buhu!? Geho, geho."

"Oh?"

I coughed up unexpectedly on too many appraisal results.

That's the Adventurer Guild official, I didn't think Mr. Appraisal would freak out and issue a warning.

Right, too strong?

Apparently there are no hands or feet at character level 3 or so.

The profession has a thick wizard line because it explains that it is good at attacking magic, but apart from that, magic cannot be used unless it is a wizard in this world or something like that.

It's nothing. A swordsman is a profession. If you train spears, you'll handle spears better, and wizards are the same.

As proof of this, even in an era when there was no concept of "vocation", bewitched by the miracle of the Creator God, Lara Sartira, the first woman to become a high elf in mankind, used magic to help the hero Derma.

Of course, it would be easier to grow if you had a profession, but that's not all human potential.

It would be foolish to determine a profession with this vast array of appraisal results.

I don't know what rules determine my profession in the first place, and I, the Creator, don't understand.

"Oh, no, it's nothing."

"Really? Hey, two silver coins or something for this horn rabbit. Do you want to buy it?

"Yes, please."

I accept silver coins (but the value is unknown), pretend to put them in my pocket and dimensionally store them.

Well, we got the money for now, so we're securing an ID next.

Let's ask your sister.

"And then I want to join the Adventurer Alliance"

"Oh?"

Your sister seemed to think it was just a buyout of prey and makes a strange face to my suggestion.

"Because I want to work very quickly."

"Oh, uh... I see. There you go."

"Can I register?

"Well, there's nothing I can't do. But the boy doesn't have the power to fight, does he? How hard is it to look like an adventurer?

When the receptionist's sister says so, yes, the adventurer's wilderness flies from behind.

Apparently, the kid doesn't understand the difficulty of his job and he's bullying him because he thinks he's trying to do something dangerous.

Of course, if you let me tell you from me that Wyburn has eaten me, I know a hundred of them.

I'd rather be alone in a dangerous hunt at level three, or no such grudge.

But then what?

Of course I already have the answer.

"It's okay. I can use magic."

"Huh? Magic?

"Magic, huh? Don't be an idiot, Bowes! I don't know about a wizard, but it's a profession where nobles study from childhood and even more apt children can get in it, huh? You can't do this to civilians, Gahahaha!

That's how the laughing adventurer is probably showing us around and saying it.

I can tell you that you can't do what you can't, and I can look out for you because you won't let a boy who is trying to stretch out of his back die in a hunt.

Although, it is an off-target allegation.

"No. I can use healing magic, not attack magic."

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The moment I said that, the guild was engulfed in silence.