It's all one flower.

The magic tool shop was small, full of talisman and exterminator girls, former sergeants and soldiers. Freelance journalists also dive through the door and the store becomes a gyuuuu.

The Rubells wait in the narrow aisle for the ex-Sergeant to finish shopping.

"I'm a freelance journalist from the Barbatum Federation. Can I cover the store?"

The spellhead translated the request for a common language into Hunanese.

The stubborn middle-aged man dressed in a girl's hobby apron dress thought for a moment and replied in Hunanese.

“I'll answer your questions if you buy me something, but I won't shoot you.”

The freelance journalist was blatantly discouraged, but the shopkeeper's expression did not move.

Give up and ask the first question.

What exactly is a magical cute thing?

There is not a single item in the store that is only small at the counter.

The shopkeeper took off the apron dress skirt and said:

"According to the magic power and purpose of the person wearing it, the main task is to order and produce magic clothes."

On the chest of the shopkeeper, the [crocheted crochet] school emblem swings.

Are you a bespoke clothing shop?

"Clothes and clothing are the main thing." I also make and sell [Ribbon of Protection], assistive devices that are easy to put on and take off when necessary, [lightweight] bags, [endless bags], hats and bracelets, etc. "

Um, is there anything else?

Of course, I'll sell other trinkets... [Magic Crystal], but I didn't make them.

"The ribbon is your armor?"

The first sergeant snorted.

A freelance journalist asked a polite common language question.

"Can I see the ribbon, please?" I'd like one at a price I can afford. "

"Barbatum and Artel's money are no good, and even if people don't have the power to buy them, they won't be able to use it without supplying magic power with [Magic Crystal]."

Huh?

The former sergeant and the freelance journalist were surprised at the same time.

The spell user explained it in the common language before the store owner.

"It's a barter." However, [Ribbon of Protection] is quite expensive, so you can't replace it with a can. "

Would you like to see it? If it's Magic Crystal , there are five or more. If it's a magic wound medicine, it's a standard unit.

The shopkeeper opened the drawers on the shelf behind the counter and issued a colorful [Ribbon of Protection] one by one.

The counter is lined up with powerful spells and magical embroidery. Each of the five [Amulet] [Heat Resistant] [Heat Resistant] [Cold Resistant] [Shock Resistant] are different in color.

Asked by the former sergeant, the shopkeeper traced the embroidery with his thick fingers and explained it in detail one by one.

After listening all the way, the first sergeant makes a sinister face.

"Actually, I knew my men had magic power." I heard that even if you have magic power, those who can't defend themselves by magic are more likely to be targeted by demon beasts. Until I returned to my homeland, I was hoping there would be something like an amulet. "

The shopkeeper pointed at the roots of the black hair enclosed in two parts. If you look only at the black hair, the yellow ribbon with [Shock resistant] looks good on you.

"Well then, [Ribbon of Protection] of [Amulet] would be good." I put it on my hair, but you can put it on your arm or anywhere it's easy to roll up. "

The shopkeeper took the green [Ribbon of Protection]. A soldier whose magic power had been discovered stared at his superiors.

When I can't use my money, I can only give you combat food (ration).

The Barbatum army has been fighting demon beasts on the mainland for more than a month, right?

Ah, well, I managed to survive.

The predecessor sergeant bowed accordingly, and the soldier bowed down.

Due to the lack of fuel, the Arterial Army and the Barbatum Army cannot promptly dispose of the shot native fish. It caused serious damage to both the army and the inhabitants with new and enhanced beasts that originated from the beast's carcass.

We've heard reports from the scene, but neither army is going to change the way we fight.

According to the scene, some units "allow" the participation of exterminators as temporary mercenaries, but none of them have been officially incorporated as mercenaries.

The "extermination contract with the civilian population of Artel", which Rubells had made the Rufus Seminary, would only give them permission to operate in the same field as the army.

In the latter case, the Exterminator is not paid, and collects materials from the Magic Beast to spend on income. If the attack hit the nucleus of existence, it would be free, but as a dealer, it seemed more important to promise that the military would not interfere with the operation.

The merchant will collect the charcoal baked on the beast.

Well then, you don't have anything to trade.

Could you just tell me how many of these ribbons will be enough for the battle rations?

The former sergeant pounds the pack on the counter.

"That's the market price, and it's difficult to price because some stores don't accept it in the first place."

"For reference"

The shopkeeper, who was devoured, lowered his fat eyebrows and became more and more troubled, but replied with a frustration.

"At today's market price, the reference price for me is about 300 or 400 pieces." More useful information than that would be helpful. "

“What do you want to know? I can't tell you military secrets."

The former sergeant stepped over to the counter and the soldiers looked at them anxiously.

The freelance journalist stared at the shopkeeper with his mouth shut.

“For example, what will happen to him?”

The shopkeeper looks at a soldier who has discovered magical power. The soldier also asked the superior in a trembling voice.

"What's going to happen? Do you have anything to do with it, such as getting out of the army?"

"I don't know. It's unprecedented. But at least I want to make sure you get home safe."

"Is that your personal idea? Or is it the policy of the entire Barbatum army?"

The storekeeper's question is unexpectedly accurate.

"Today, it's still my personal idea, but I'll try my best not to be as bad as possible by multiplying it upwards."

Well then, you won't dump anyone on this island who knows they're magical like the mainlanders.

You want to dump it on the island?

A soldier listening to a common language translation shakes, and a freelance journalist asks questions.

The shopkeeper opened his eyes to the lubells in the narrow aisle and began to explain.