Kuro no Maou

Enter the arms store with the "Moldrette Arms Chamber and School District Branch" and a big sign.

The reason I chose this store is because it stands out in the overwhelmingly large stores in this neighborhood, and on the contrary, there is no further reason.

To buy a high grade weapon in the first place, you have to go ‘up', that is to say to a store in the upper compartment.

If you're looking to buy a line of weapons, it's not going to make much difference where you buy them.

Without much anticipation that way, I dived through the heavy wooden door, wishing I could have just a few long swords (long swords) for the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts).

The store seems to be busy inside, with a musculoskeletal big man barking a battlehammer, a tall goblin comparing a dagger knife, and a nervous elf mage roaring a long wand (staff) and a short wand (wand) in his hand.

Behind the store, if you do it, you can also see the clerk rushing into a stop as a sharp angled style golem tries to wield the sword on the spot.

The noisy but lively atmosphere seemed to be the right image as a weapon shop used by rough adventurers.

In the meantime, walk around the store for a wand that is likely to replace the 'Black Barista Replica' scattered over wood dust and a long sword (long sword) for an affordable price.

Looks like Lily and Fiona went to see some magic fixtures (magic items) ornaments (accessories), hope they find some digging.

"Hmmm, don't you know what the details are good and bad..."

I didn't go around everything in the wide store, but after looking around the corner of the sword and wand, I still think it would be best for the clerk to look around and point my foot at the counter, which is a little deeper.

"Here you are, what are you asking for today?

A loving, magnificent male clerk responded, at least better than the witch Baba just now.

The apron that surrounds you is heavily painted with the words' Moldrette Weapons Chamber ', with a design that mimics a pirate flag.

No matter how much of an arms dealer they call a merchant of death, it would be a symbol too straightforward. This is...

That's why I'm not going to put my ass on, so I'm just going to pass on this request.

"Do you have a wand that specializes in the use of black magic?

"You've used a lot of rare magic again, unfortunately, but we focus on major weapons, so we don't put those minors away.

If you're at the head office, you can prepare anything to order, but from the customer's rank, hey?

Looks like the rank wall got stuck again.

"There are some stores in this neighborhood that handle minor kinds of things, but if you can't be very eye-catching, they'll grab you, Patchmon."

Of course, I don't have skills such as eye-catching appraisals, and if I do, I don't ask the clerk anything.

Fiona would have far better eyes to look at than I do, but if we had a black magic relationship, we wouldn't be able to expect much.

I can't help it, we'll use black magic here without a cane, like we used to, for now. I don't know if I can even handle him like a salamander.

"Then the wand is fine, and I want about ten long swords (long swords), can I have them for about 100,000?

I asked him if he would have a sword with many users in the top class on the boulder, but O., the clerk, opened his mouth with the kind of raw warm eyes that he said he saw something pathetic.

"Customer, this may be an extra favor, but we have to make sure Pasili says no first, okay?

Oh, what? What kind of a pussy is that?

"Well, it's common for an apprentice magician to be blind and passive to a highly skilled superior, but there's not a single thing good about just being licked all the time -"

I seem to have been personally identified again.

Earlier was the bonbong of an unpopular aristocrat, this time a weak apprentice magician freshman.

Was it a mistake to buy this apprenticeship robe to see it that way even in my face and physique?

"Um, all the swords are for me, so I'm fine"

I'll say no for once, but as far as Osama's eyes are concerned, they don't seem to believe me at all.

Normally I think an apprentice magician would use ten swords for anything, so it's hard to convince.

"For now, at 10,000 per bottle, he's almost the lowest ranked guy, but is that okay?

If you blacken it, even Namakura will have a sharp flavor there, if it's crude or a new sword, it's perfect for dealing with low-ranking monsters.

Well, even without the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts), there's a "curse," a "rift," and most of them do something about it.

"Ah."

That's where I thought.

Yeah, I can handle a curse weapon, I haven't been shopping in a long time, so I totally lost it.

Cursed weapons with significant negative effects should be available cheap compared to magical weapons.

A hundred thousand, then. There, too, there might be some pretty powerful stuff.

"Excuse me, is there a curse weapon?

And, I lightly placed an additional order.

"No curse weapon?

Osama's eyes pierce me with an increasingly pitiful gaze.

"I know you're sorry to be so passive, but you're gonna end your life with your hands on me, right?

I was told.

No, come on, I didn't know it would be so much trouble to see a low rank...

"Though a thousand gold adventurers, I knew strength was a trick to build up -"

Now, when you're haunting your head about how to pull out the curse weapon,

"Oh, here he comes, you jerk."

and received a completely third party man's voice from the side.

"Ah, Master Joto! Welcome aboard."

Osama, the clerk, starts polite customer service towards the man he just called Jote, as if he'd forgotten about me or something.

Seeing it, as soon as I saw the outfit, a man named Joto said he looked like a cat beast (warcat), a light-equipped swordsman like Nino.

But now, unlike the late Iles cat swordsman, this man has a scurvy face like a sham cat, sending a cold gaze at the clerk Osama as if he were convinced he was an absolute strong man.

Silver plate guild cards shine silver on his chest as if to exalt his power.

Rank 3 adventurer, an unsurpassed clientele, half natural to prioritize your opponent.

Well, I don't feel good.

"-Wait a minute, I'll bring it with me now."

Osama is something, probably a sword, away from the counter to get it.

I wanted to wait and see how things went for now, and I kept quiet and motionless on the spot.

Then Jort, the cat beast man who wrapped his arms around a seemingly boring atmosphere, turned his gaze to me.

"... Phew."

I laughed with my nose and turned to it like I lost interest again.

That would rank higher on you, but I don't mind the attitude of boasting about it on purpose to your understated opponents, all of a sudden Nino was a more loving man.

A little dissatisfaction swirls against the rank 3 adventurer of this unfavourable attitude just because he overlaps with his friends.

But I'm not short tempered enough to sell fights, I'm a sparda enough to overflow adventurers anyway, and I won't have to meet him anymore.

With that in mind, Osama, the clerk, came back less than a minute later.

Carrying a giant sword wrapped in a black cloth as it draws.

"Go ahead, take a look!

This is one of our prized dishes, not to mention Osama passing the Great Sword to Jote in a confident manner.

When Jote lightly held the Great Sword against his appearance, he broke the commandment of the black cloth that had covered him from his torso to his pattern.

"Oh, he's a little..."

The colour of strong interest dwells in the eyes of Jote, who had a cold eye.

But more than that, I opened my eyes in amazement.

"Yes, it's" Tooth Sword/Bad Eating, "which just arrived the other day!

The grip of rubbing off and the season into countless scars, a sign of diving through a fierce battle, engraved on a white body with a whole bunch of monster huge fangs, I can tell because I've seen it swing next to me many times, this is definitely the sword that Vulcan was using.

"Is it real?

"Yes, it has been validated, can I issue a certificate for anything?

Jote responds with a niggling laugh and "I don't want it".

"If it was also" Tooth Sword/Bad Food ", it would be handled at the head office even if it was used, but this one seemed to have been used for quite a long time, so it was turned here."

"Nice, at the right time to go up to this Rank 4, I've come across so many products, I feel destined."

Osama develops further sales talks to Jote, who looks completely distracted by the Great Sword.

"There is no enhancement (boost) such as hardening (hard) or lightening (lightway) or sharpening (sharpness) due to the ‘eating' properties of magic, but whatever you say, the original material is good!

Reinforced magic and other hardness without carving, light and sharp incomparable to metal, besides self-regenerating even if slightly lacking in magic absorption, so no, the boulder just uses the quality material of the rank 5 chaos eater, it's great performance!

"Oh, this light makes it easy to shake, I'm a little concerned about the decadence, but I'd get used to it a couple of times."

Yes, it is! and a satisfied jote asked Osama to get in good shape.

"What was your husband like before him? If you did an appraisal, you'd know.

"Yeah, of course, you're a big werewolf man, you seemed pretty veteran."

Again, it's not my mistake, it's confirmed by Vulcan stuff.

But why is this sword here? The array was in the streets-- oh, well, I guess it was collected by the Spartan army and then sold off to this arms chamber.

A strong adventurer's weapon is worth more than those jewels there, there's no way you can leave them alone.

But when he sees the sword being sold out in front of him, which can be described as a Vulcan artifact in this way, he seeps out an emotion of regret.

"Heh, he's dying with such a good sword, that's no big deal"

Whatever the history, this is legitimate business, whether it's sold to the somewhat undesirable cat Yarrow, I was going to keep quiet.

But I can't forgive Vulcan for insulting my people.

After a short tour, I thought I should say something.

"Hey, hurry up, Joto."

"Oh, no, no, I'm coming."

Speaking from a woman who would be a party member, Jort returns his sword to Osama and turns back on his heel.

"Get me a sheath, and the next time I come, I'll buy you a lump sum of gold coins (gold)"

Thank you, Jote just walked away with a cheerful voice on his back.

It may have been a good thing I didn't have to take care of it, but my belly bug just doesn't fit well.

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

I don't think it's bad at all. With a smile, Osama comes back to my response.

I guess I'm glad to have an expensive one-dish buyer named 'Tooth Sword/Bad Eating'.

"So, curse weapon, you want me to show you?

I just feel a little bad about a series of events, so the dialogue that comes out just gets a little prickly.

"Ha, I can't recommend a curse weapon, at least you can't put it out that you don't trust as many adventurers as you just got here.

Besides, no matter how much cursed weapons are traded for less than authentic goods, it's not worth 100,000 dollars. "

"How much do you want?

"At least a million."

I see, don't just say it.

When I bought "Basilisk Bone Needle," it was less than half of a million, but if it's a fine store so far, the risk of storage is also low and the incentive to let go is probably not working so well.

Or is there something better than that?

But the fact is, I don't have a million clans on hand, so I can't buy them in the end - no, wait, I don't have any money, but I have a million worth of stuff.

"Are you buying weapons here?

"We're doing it. Is it Ate or what?

At the same time as affirming, it is the "Sacred Silver Sword (Mithrill Sword)" that shines a glowing sword on silver, a divine light to see.

"Would you sell this for a million dollars?

"Become -"

Osama's eyes open to surprise, his gaze at the beautiful silver body and my face.

If you think you're an apprentice magician who can be passi on by upper classmates, it would be inexplicable to have such a full holy silver (Mithrill) luxury product, because given the price, it's the one dish that I'm not supposed to be able to buy in that capacity.

Well, I didn't really buy it, I just caught it.

"What do you say, if you can have as much money as you can buy, why don't you just do enough to show me the curse weapon?

"Oh, no, but I need an appraisal..."

You still don't want to show your curse weapon like an apprentice, thoughtful Osama.

No, if you're going to be reluctant to get this far, I thought after I saw Osama that it would be okay not to be solidly ranked and accumulate gold exactly.

"Are you interested in the weapon of curse, apprentice magician?

Even then, a third party voice broke in from outside.

Now I turn to my voice, wondering who it is.

"... Huh!?

There stood a great reaper.

But soon I think of Mo's image, and I understand that the skeletons are probably bigger than me.

Reaper, but so much so that the pitch-black robe that surrounds him fits that image, he is dressed with Gotegote in brilliant gold throughout his body, and even this, the appearance of holding a long wand (staff) that shines in a rainbow colour scattered with diverse gems, is' rich 'in two ways.

A gold hobby but flashly dressed as if he were the king of a nation deserves a class called Rich, which is named after the high Andettes.

Its dark, empty orbit is filled with a purple flame-like glow, a life of magic.

Though I am surprised by this look and the atmosphere, I turn my face straight to this flashy skeleton without being overwhelmed.

Who and what did you try to ask anyway,

"Mo, Chairman Moldrette! Why are you here?

Osama revealed himself to me first.

I see, is this skeleton, as its name suggests, the head of the Moldrette Weapons Chamber?

Now, what the hell is such an amazing person doing to me who only looks like an apprentice magician...