Legend

"Something was wrong with that weapon store... no way"

Ray walks to the main entrance with Seto next door with a small grunt.

"Gru?"

What's the matter with you? and walking sideways all the way down the road, stroking its head as it was nothing, to Seto tilting his little neck.

Naturally, I had skewered sandwiches in my hand and a number of snacks as usual.

It was Ray walking down the road eating like that, but he turned his gaze to the smell of drifting from the nearby dining room.

"... right, it's time for autumn and I'll buy some stewed dishes. Seto, wait here for a minute."

"Grrrrrrrr"

He enters the dining room as he hears Seto honking all the time as he understands Ray's words.

Fortunately, not long after the 9: 00 a.m. bell rings, only a few guests will be around because the breakfast peak has already passed and there is time by noon.

Still, I guess it's for lunch. There was a good smell in the dining room that stimulated my appetite.

"There you are. What do you want it to be?

It was a mid teenage girl who seemed almost the same age as Ray who welcomed Ray into the store. That look that calls out to Ray in a way he's used to, you could say she's exactly a billboard girl.

Head for such a billboard daughter, Ray shaking her head small.

"No, I'm not here to cook"

"What? Then what are you doing in our dining room?

"Actually, the smell of stewed dishes is coming from this store. I want you to sell it if you can.... per pot if possible"

"... Yes?

Hearing that order for not much Ray, Billboard Daughter looks back flashly at Ray's face wrapped in a robe.

With that gaze, I take about 7 pieces of silver out of the cloth bag of my nostalgia and put it on the table.

"How about this much for the pot, too?

"Huh? Huh? Huh? Silver coins...... 7 of those too!?

Billboard daughters are unwittingly confused by the amount that is unlikely to be considered as a price for a meal in the city of Gilm, where prices are low, but return it to me immediately...

"Hey, wait a minute! I'll get my father in a minute!

The girl, who shrugged like a panic, hurriedly pulls into the back of the kitchen. And in less than a minute, he brings back a middle-aged man with a gusty flesh in his 40s.

"Damn, what is it? It's not like we're done with the planting yet."

"Dad, come on. They said they had customers coming!

Despite being a small body, he still pulls a middle-aged man considerably bigger than himself. That kind of sight invites laughter somewhere, but I guess he's desperate as a person.

"Customer. Thank you for waiting. Because this is our cook."

"What is this, this?... So, you're the customer? What can I do for you?

"Oh, it smells good to be outside the store. I want to buy every pot of dish that smells like it if I can. As far as charges are concerned…"

Chirali, and gaze toward the girl.

"He said he'd pay me seven silver coins!

"Huh!? Seven silver coins... no, I'm glad you do appreciate my dishes so much. If I did, there would be too much for each pan. My pot is pretty big, and I have like 50 people for you gently, right? I don't care what you think, I can't eat it and it's the och that makes it rot. I know it's just gonna rot, but you can't sell the food."

A man who is surprised by the amount of seven pieces of silver coins but still refuses to allow imitation to spoil his dishes. Ray has a thin, favorable grin on his mouth when he sees the artisan's will in the way it is.

"I have no problem with that. I have an item box."

With that said, show the mistering in your right hand to the two of you.

"What's an item box... Aah! That's right, this guy's not the one who's taking Griffon for a rumor!

A girl screams as if surprised to see Ray's face. To that voice, the few guests in the store also looked rarely at Ray.

"Ah? Rumors? What the hell."

"What, Dad, don't you know?... That said, my father was hardly interested in rumors or anything like that. But look, haven't you heard of it at all? A hell of a rookie who followed Griffon showed up and said he was buying a lot of food for the dewstore."

(Rumor over there)

I go inside without thinking of rumors that aren't what I thought they were.

But it's not so uncommon that the dewstores that have actually sold food since Ray came to the city of Gilm have multiplied their sales. It's a griffon that's over 2m long and a terribly fuel-efficient ray. Because the meals served at the wheat pavilion at dusk when you are staying are not enough, that's what's happening due to the influence of making up for that with things like skewers and sandwiches that you can easily buy in the outdoor store.

Alternatively, if you keep it inside the mysteries, it will not rot because time has passed, which is why you are saving it for when you have to because it has a magic item specific effect.

"I don't know, but at last you're saying this kid won't rot and throw away my food if he buys it?

Ray snorts at the man's words.

"Oh. If you can sell it, I'll thank you for eating it all."

"... hmm... right. Don't let it rot. It all eats right. And he told me it was worth seven pieces of silver just because of the smell in my dish. There's no reason to drive back such guests.... All right! Okay. Luckily at this hour, if you make a fresh refill, you'll make it in time enough for noon, and there's a spare pan. Fine, I'll sell it to the boy. Follow me."

It should be called instant execution. If you tell him that out loud, the man takes Ray to the kitchen just as quickly as possible.

What was in the kitchen was a big pot.... No, I'm proud of the size I would rather say HUGE than say HUGE in one way or another. And in that pan, large quantities of meat and vegetables are simmered. This dish is more deserving of stewed dishes than soup.

"It's this size, as you can see. If there's nothing in it, there's plenty of it. I can't even lift it. But if you use the item box, I guess it's not a problem?

"Oh. No problem at all."

Whimpering, touching the handle of the pan and whimpering inside 'Storage', the pan, which should have been huge in the next moment, was already nowhere to be found.

"Ugh. This is amazing. I've never seen an item box used before."

"It's basically a magic item of high rare value. By the way, can I eat that dish like that anymore? Or should I simmer it for a while?

"Right, right. The taste is already stained enough, so I don't have any problems eating it normally. But let me tell you as a cook, if I simmer for another hour or so, it will be the best time to eat.... Oh, and finally get this too. Seven silver coins makes too much money."

He groans and hands me a loaf of bread. All of it is freshly baked, a rare, plump, seemingly soft bread for the city of Gilm.

"Sorry, then don't hesitate"

Similar to the pan, it is stored in mystering and leaves the dining room after a few minutes of light talk.

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

And as soon as I left the store, Seto rang his throat and approached me. I guess the smell of the simmering dish that came from Ray's body stimulated his appetite.

I smile bitterly at how Ceto looks like that, and take out one freshly baked bread that I just received and give it to Ceto.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

Go to the main entrance with Seto, who nods contentedly with that soft bread on his cheeks.

Ray and Seto give Langa the guild card at the main entrance as usual and return the Devil's necklace to exit in front of the main entrance.

What I saw in the eyes of those two was Fron lowering his waist only to Brasso and his weapon carrying a backpack that seemed to contain a set of night tools and food.

"It's late, you guys!

Fron raises his voice when he sees Ray and Seto. Next to it, Brasso is turning his gaze toward Fron.

"Oh, come on, there's still plenty left till the promised time."

"Still, it's true you kept us waiting. As a man, it's a serious matter."

"... Fron, it's not like you guys were meeting for a date, is it? It would be wrong to expect such a thing from a nobleman or a knight."

I hear the two of them say that, and I unwittingly smile and open my mouth.

"That was fast. Is that all your stuff?

"Mm-hmm. I don't care if you stay for one night or so. Loyal baggage doesn't just get in the way."

"I see. Then lend me that package. I'm not saying what I promised, but I'm late. I'll take it with me."

You don't have to worry about Non, do you? They always carry this amount of luggage. "

As the word goes, I guess I haven't made it a problem at all. Brasso shakes the backpack he carries with his cheerful face small. Then he opens his mouth as if Fron was frightened next to him.

"In the first place, I wonder why you don't realize it's weird at the point of putting in some barrel liquor. I'm not telling you not to drink, but at least be patient when you ask."

"Say what! For Dwarves, booze is not the water of life! Even if we don't have food, alcohol is the only thing we need."

"Damn, this is why Dwarf..."

Fron covers his face with his hands and looks up as he exhales a sigh of half giving up.

"Uh, look. Just give it to me. It certainly doesn't have to be heavy for Brasso to get in the way of his movements."

That's what I say, and I forcibly take away Brasso's backpack.

"Oh, man."

"Wait a minute. Sure, if Brasso was carrying that package, it would slow down the movement, but that would be the same for Ray, wouldn't it? No, Ray has more movement constraints than Dwarf's Brasso... ku..."

Fron couldn't talk to the end because he just put the backpack Ray received inside the mistering. Exhale and open your mouth to two people who open their eyes to the act and have a surprise look.

"Um. That's the rumor I got when I said I had an item box, right?

Ray asked like a shudder, but Fron and Brasso shook their heads beside each other silently.

"The only rumor I heard was that he was an adventurer who followed Griffon."

"Same goes for Non. This is the first time I've ever known you had an item box."

To those two replies, Ray leans his neck unexpectedly.

Ray himself did not know, but it is still the latter that stands out in the item box and in the griffon ceto. For this reason, rumors of nature and Ray spread in the form of a newcomer, an awesome adventurer who followed Griffon.

There are rumors, of course, that you have an item box, but that is a rumor that is spread mainly among the adventurers and hardly among the general public. That's why I heard rumors all over the city about Ray. Two of the Crushed Warriors didn't know about the item box.

"... well, fine. More than that, why don't we just leave? There's no way Harpy could have done this in front of the front gate forever."

"Ah, oh. Right. No, bad, bad. All of a sudden I was just amazed because I saw an epic magic item"

"Not at all.... Whew, Ray. Why don't you show me that item box for later school?

Even as he nodded at Brasso's words, Ray pushed for a moment.

"I don't mind, but this item box is only adjusted for me, okay? If that's okay with you, I can lend it to you."

"What? Does that mean you have Ray's magic registered in this item box?

"Oh."

When I nod at Brasso's words, there is a light of curiosity in his eyes.

"Did your lord do that?

"No, you're the master who gave me this item box"

That's what happened automatically when I received the mistering in the Zeppyre Hall, so if you ask me who did it, it's Esta Knoll, the alchemist at the Zeppyre Gate, who did it, but I'm so deluded because I can't exactly say it.

"I've heard rumors, but your master is quite amazing. The owners of such arms are not in this day and age.... If only Non had as many arms."

Brasso glances at Ray's right wrist, which is mistering with enviable eyes somewhere.

Seeing how it goes, Ray recalls a story he previously heard from Fron in the guild that Brasso was unfit for a blacksmith.

(Even if the blacksmith is unsuitable, does he admire the blacksmith?)

When I turned my gaze to Chirali and Fron, I guess I remembered something similar to Ray there. He nods small, opens his mouth without speaking to his voice and says' please '.

"... I can't help it. Well, if only we had time to get to the mountains and make the night raid."

"Um, thank you. So let's just say we're going fast!

To Ray's words, Brasso begins to take the streets with joy. Unexpectedly, Ray and Fron looked at each other with a bitter smile at what could be described as the cash.