Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

In Naples, or in Italy, the blue sky market, known as Mercato, is opened almost every day in squares everywhere.

This blue sky market is like a free market, but unlike Japan, there are many professional storeless sellers like Takaya (Tekiya) as well as ordinary people who sell unwanted products. Or most of them are sole.

Stolen goods are often sold in such shops, especially in Naples, and they are commonly referred to under the disturbing common name 'City of Thieves', etc.

It was us who finished the work that was the purpose of the visit to Naples, but the packaging and shipping process was prolonged beyond my thoughts, and I ended up not being able to go anywhere that day.

Well, it's because your father put his mouth out aleccore and took the trouble to pack so that the Vespa you got because of it wouldn't get damaged or anything, but that won't help.

Nevertheless, it is satisfying because at night (albeit at an early time in relation to security) I was able to eat a stewed dish of pasta in the shape of a seashell called conchiglier, which is an excellent mochi pizza in the pizzeria recommended by the buyer and as much seafood as this.

No, seriously, it was delicious.

Hmm, the next day, I came to the blue sky market near the station that it would open from 9: 00 a.m.

It seems that the famous Blue Sky Market (Mercato) is everywhere in Naples and is familiar to the general public, mainly with groceries, but here, on the market near the Central Station, there are no hampers of its kind, not to mention clothing and groceries, appliances, artwork and parts for automobiles and motorcycles.

Instead, it is quite cluttered and has a different atmosphere. They've gotten pretty good since the central station was remodeled a few years ago, but still, they're not very secure.

My father and Zhaoxiong seniors have put their passports in their inner pockets of clothing, and the money is spread out and hidden everywhere.

Me? Except for a small amount of notes and change. I'm just putting it in the item box and snagging a body bag for camouflage to the front of my body.

"Oops!

"Wow! A, Itata!

I rip the underside of your father's waist pouch and twist up his arm and kick him in the ass trying to sled the contents.

Damn, it's already the third time today.

For the first time this time, Senior Zhaoxiong pulled back and sledded one at a time.

They're all prevented by me just before, just like this one, but I'm not sticking them out to the police either. Because if I did something, I wouldn't be able to stroll forever, and the police wouldn't move properly in the first place because of the amount of pull and thrill.

By the way, I've never been a target. I mean, the suspicious guy obviously seems to be after Senior Keung avoiding me.

"Hiroya, I'm sorry. Thanks."

"Hey, Kashiwagi-san, if you weren't here, you'd never be able to walk outside."

"It's nothing good, but even so, it's a mess over here."

Suri, I mean, you try to cut bags and pockets with a knife and steal the contents. I feel like I don't care if they get hurt.

Or the frequency is unusual.

Since yesterday, I've seen cars getting broken windows and vandalized on cars everywhere, and are they really developed countries? Coco. And the garbage is awesome.

That's how no suspicious guy approached me when I repelled the sleigh for about three more pulls.

So I can finally calm down and take a look around the dewstore.

Really all sorts of things are sold. Later, the price is very low.

I don't know about the groceries (it makes no sense to buy them, so I barely look through them) but everything is sold clutteringly.

"Whoa! Here it is, eh, five euros?! What do you want me to do? Oh, huh? That too? Yes, no, that, yes, fifteen euros? Um, change, no, nandemonaides"

"Here it is, isn't it a genuine muffler from the K100 (German BMW bike)? Why is this thing selling for three euros?"

"Huh? Ku, the shoes are nothing, no, the, uh, yes, I'll buy them, ah! Don't take every purse!!

"Shift wire for the Vespa 125, you bought him. Am I right? Is this a genuine keyholder? You don't have a stand grip? It's me, Sole! Show me!"

"Then I won't sell the bag! So, so don't try to bring it! Sell it for two euros?! That's more than 10,000 in Japan! Help me!

... Calm down and take a look!

My dad doesn't move out of an outdoor store that deals in bike parts, and Senior Zhaoxiong is about to be sold some weird stuff or robbed of something he has if he takes a little look away.

Interpret, negotiate, intimidate dew clerks to get them back, they're too busy!!

Anyway, I need you to grab the roots of the seniors and stay within reach, while intimidating the surroundings to secure the space. Convince your father, who seems to be fishing for junk parts forever when left alone, to move the scene.

I'd love to find something for everyone's souvenirs if possible, but apparently I can't afford that.

Still, I look at what I see from one end of the spectrum with "Appraisal Magic".

After all, antiques and works of art have many artifacts and replicas. And mostly made in China. It's not like I came all the way to Naples to buy it.

Conversely, clothing and clothing accessories seem to be of many ages and solid quality. That is the city of Napoletano, synonymous with the Italian Dada man. I guess a lot of people have fat eyes to see.

'What the hell!! This is mine!!

Anger echoed from the store a little further as I watched the outdoor stores guarding Senior Zhaoxiong and his father.

Even so, anger itself is not uncommon. I mean, there's some kind of angry price negotiation going on here.

However, it seems that the yelling of women attracts quite a bit of attention in such a noise.

The people around me also paid more attention to what was going on.

'I don't know this one if you say so. I'm just selling what I normally buy. If you have any complaints, go to the police.

Well, if it's stolen, it's pathetic. I'll give you a little discount. '

Returns the owner's (?) man to stir with a nigga laugh.

'Don't be ridiculous! Why do you have to pay for your stuff!

The man shrugged his shoulders and called out to another guest as the woman caught an eyebrow. They decide to ignore it.

"What would happen if stolen goods were sold?

I don't know much about the law, so I ask Zhaoxiong, an expert (active law school), what the fuck.

"Uh-huh, I don't know about Italian business practices either, but if a second-hand goods dealer (antiquities dealer) purchases stolen goods that says it's Japan, it has to be returned free of charge if it's good intentions (I didn't know it) for less than a year. If you're not an antiquity dealer, you can get it back if you pay the same price you bought within two years. It might be difficult to get them back without paying the price because they wouldn't qualify as Japanese antiquities stores."

"What the fuck? Stolen quote, can't you even get it back without paying?

"You can charge the person who stole it, though. I just don't know the Italian laws, so I don't know what happens."

You can't help but get caught charging the guy who stole it.

"Hey! Listen to people!

A beautiful woman tries to clog up on a man who ignores only, but two good Gatai men who were on both sides of the woman are stopping them.

Is it a bodyguard? Well, does a woman need an escort or so because she wants to walk through such insecure areas?

... that means rich?

Ma, well, let's put that away.

Either way, more than I've seen, I'm not sitting around to walk away like this. Hey, silly. You wanna stick your neck in it?

That's what you thought when you saw your father, you thought the same thing, "Yuya, alle, can you do something about it? I've said."

Senior Keung, well, don't you have to ask me anything else.

"Not terrible?!

Please stop scratching in your heart.

By the way, is that "New Heroin"? Don't think about it.

The woman feels like she's in her late thirties, so there's no sole. Though I am a beauty for you.

No, some of you like mature women, but they're a little out of defense for me.

'Um, can I have a word?

"What?

When I approach and call out, a woman raises her voice as bewildered because it was from an unexpected place, and a body-gart-like person quickly enters between.

'I'm sorry to surprise you. I heard voices, so I wondered. It means they're selling stolen things.'

'Oh, yeah. What about you?'

I can't help but feel alert. I know how you feel.

In the meantime, I shall hear more about it.

Apparently it was an old pocket watch that was stolen. It looked quite luxurious made of silver.

They broke the glass when they were walking into the store leaving the car to do the shopping and were vandalized and stolen from the car.

There were other stolen items, but they took care of this watch since it was entrusted to them by my father, who inherited it from my great-grandfather to my grandfather. He said he didn't care about anything else.

'Is it definitely stolen? When was that?

'There's definitely a family name stamped on the back of the lid. It was after 4: 00 yesterday evening. "

Then it's definitely not something I bought normally. There's no way I can buy it from a decent place in such a short time.

When that happens, do you want to hang up on me?

I move my gaze from the woman I was talking to to the man in the dewstore.

"What the hell is Temehe! It doesn't matter who sticks his neck in it!

'Don't clock this guy back because he won't say anything wrong. For free, of course.'

'Huh? Are you kidding me! Even this one is buying out of money. Can you do that!

'No,' cause come on... you stole it from this guy's car, didn't you, Omae?

"What?!

"Bullshit, you're kidding! Prove what!

Yes, Dout.

Last time, we talked about how humans can't fix signs unless they get special training, right?

Though I've made an angry look at my face, the signs are upsetting me beautifully.

Besides, most importantly, when you "appraise" this guy, it says "habitual burglar" in the status section.

'Evidence? Well, you're lined up all over here. This, that one, oh, this is all stolen, too. What, you want me to ask the police to look into it?

'So, Temehe, you think you can live like this in Naples? I am close to the executives of Camola (Southern Italian Mafia)!

'No, there's no point in threatening travelers like that?

I know you thought you lived in Naples when you heard the native pronunciation of southern prayer, and you've made such a threat, but you know what?

'Well, either way, it's a hassle for the police to take time, so if you're honest with me, give it back. If not, who better to go to the police or have a forced plastic surgery (no anesthesia) with me like this?

I ask as I grab a man's face and lift it.

Naturally, a man is exposed, but in a small outdoor shop. A desk lined with products and shelving flips with butterflies and swinging hands and feet.

... Shit.

Oh, the clock is quickly evacuated by a woman.

"Wow, okay, or I'll give it back! I don't even need money!

"What else did you steal?

'Yes, I gave it all to my people because there was no big deal. True!'

Uh-huh, is it pretty hard to collect them all?

"If I can even get this back, I don't care about anything else."

I grab my pocket watch like it matters, and yes, the woman says so, so I'll let you go.

The man who fell to the ground is stuffy with his face covered with his hands on the spot. but I deserve it, so let it go.

... ahhh, the scattered products, when are they all gone? You could have pulled in if you had eyes on the guy who tried to steal from the rest of the shelves.

You really have no alarm or clearance.

I think I'll make it while kicking the guy who put his hand on Senior Zhaoxiong's waist porch.

"Or Kashiwagi-san, shouldn't it be time to move?

"Right. Yuya, let's get out of here before it's too much trouble."

Indeed.

I got a little too much attention.

It's a pain in the ass when the police and the mafia come. Too bad I wanted to see a few more things though.

I noticed the gaze of the people in the market who were winding it so far that I decided to run away with it.

'Hey, wait a minute!

... They grabbed my arm.