Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Missed? That's not true. Instead, this is the real deal! Come on, the Hardenturm Treasure Hunt competition is still open!

A meadow species (magner) that beats a bunch of bangs and vegetable paper and lays alongside people, whilst saying a petty mouth.

Needless to say, it's all behind the trading city of Hardenturm and Larsia, who reigns on a part of the front.

"Treasure hunt, or..."

"Doesn't that sound like a lot of fun"

"Sounds exciting."

People receiving treasure maps from Larsia in exchange for silver coins.

Some people bought two or three sheets and multiple maps.

"This crowd reminds me of Hatsumomo"

"Right. I don't think Hatsumomo's this tough."

It's a crowd, I don't see Larsia. Enough to worry about being squashed.

Larsia and Ritna planned a treasure hunt staged throughout Hardenturm.

The map of ticket replacement treasures participating in the game shows the whereabouts of the 'treasures' pre-installed by the operator.

It was an enlarged view of the place, or a combination of several symbols to imply, and if you didn't know it, you had the idea to walk around the city and look for it.

The map also shows a wide range of alleys and shops in the city. Something tells me that Larsia and the others can negotiate beforehand and catch a drink at the liquor store in exchange for a map.

Depending on the checkpoint, a riddle was also available, which, anyway, was a mechanism for walking around the city looking for prizes.

And the location you specify on the map has a crate, and when you take one ticket out of it and go to the exchange, it's a mechanism to match it with the serial number shaken on the map and earn prizes and prizes.

Some of them may be given the following map showing the location of higher prizes.

The most expensive prize is worth 100 gold coins.

Naturally more difficult, but also comparable to the average port worker's monthly income of six months. Besides, you don't leave it to luck like a lottery, you get it with your strength, intelligence and hard work.

It was only natural to present a lively life.

"Well, that's the trap,"

"Whoa, when?

If you noticed, there was Larsia underfoot.

The sale of the map seems to be taking turns with my men. Originally, it is not an amount that can be picked up by itself, so it is a natural response if you think about it.

"What does a trap mean?

"Hehe. Well done. You listened."

Larsia is innocent - I mean, there's something about it - and she smiles and says:

Like telling a secret, dive in your voice.

"The Yuts will be joining us, right?

"... well, you can do it"

"The Yuts will find you soon, won't they?

"Naturally."

"But about 100 pieces of gold, huh?

"Ah. I can read it..."

"So you're giving me the prize?

"Larsia, are you..."

Hearing the mischief, Yut grinned bitterly, Acorn gave a dry laugh, and Arcia gave up.

"Hmm? I mean..."

And Valtrude twisted his neck...

"Isn't that squid? No wrongdoing, no wrongdoing."

- Understood late and dazzled the meadow species.

"Uhm. Too bad."

You didn't mean it.

If you're really going to do it, you should at least say it where Valtrude isn't.

"So you didn't want us in on this, did you?

"Well, you know Yut."

Yeah, yeah, Larsia nods deliberately exaggerated.

Aside from whether to return prizes and prizes, if the Lords join in and get expensive products, they can certainly buy a Hinchuku.

I know you wanted to tell me that, but it's really hard to get around.

"So I'll give the Yuts information on other treasures."

"Hmm?"

"Rumor has it that a legendary sword is being sold in Mainz, you know?

"Legendary sword?

Yut sharpens his gaze as if he doubts the sanity of the meadow species.

But Larsia went on to say the words without looking concerned about such an attitude or anything.

"There's a blacksmith selling legendary swords in a dewstore in Mainz, and rumors are spreading."

"Shut up......"

"You're interested, aren't you?

Larsia hasn't seen Yut anymore.

That gaze was directed at Valtrude, who was serious but as intriguing as a child.

"If Falve is a cultural festival and the arena is more of a sports festival, Mainz is an impromptu."

"See you soon, it's not a festival."

"Huh? What are you talking about? Two festivals a year, right?

"Mr. Acorn is the one who doesn't know what he's talking about...?

Have you decided to do so during the Festival of Istas? Yut's hands were occupied by Akane and Arsia, who stepped down to Dwarf's inner Mainz, and Valtrude wandered around several steps ahead.

The difference with Falve's Bride's Square is that there are more dewstores lined up than stalls.

And that many of them are not food and beverage, but a variety of martial arts and crafts.

For this reason, the people who came out of the villages of the Marquis of Istas - handing over silver coins in the name of the consolation money so that the former slaves who freed themselves from the Verga Empire could also participate - were chilling, as well as the merchants who came from the King's capital, Sejour, and from the Kingdom of the Chronica God, who had also seriously identified the goods.

"Yut. The rumored blacksmith, where are you?

"I'm looking for you too... you're not caught up in Magic Sense Magic."

The festival of Istas is also the second day.

But the aim of the Yuts, who visited Mainz after noon, is the legendary weapon.

No matter how much the Brewers are, they're not too messy.

With that feeling in mind, Acorn asks the boss.

"Or a brave man. In the first place, what's a legendary weapon? You got a sword stabbed in a rock? Once upon a time, and the king of the future?

"I don't know. It's a rumor."

At the moment, it's just a rumor. Neither the person who bought the legendary sword, nor the witness of its power, exists. I don't even know the shape.

That explains it, the yuts walk out.

Glass iron (crystal iron) crafts.

Armor that can only be described as a masterpiece.

Furniture carved with elaborate designs.

Enough tapestry to cover one side of the wall.

A piece of skill is arranged on a cloth laid on the side of the road, entertaining the eyes of the people on the road and amazing when.

Looking at it, Yut hesitated to open his mouth.

"But you know better than selling it, not the sword itself..."

"Sure, we were talking about Dwarf opening an outdoor shop."

If it's Mainz, inside the dwarf, it's a natural story. I don't even have a clue.

Alcia stares at Yut's side with that in mind. I'm just a little sorry that I'm getting used to the act of talking while keeping someone in my sight.

"Oh, okay. People like Dwarves who built Val's sword are coming, aren't they?

Lava Fairy Dravael.

A blacksmith fairy who is a proximal species of dwarf but who does that dwarf to call it stubborn and bigoted. The Tubasa is equipped with a small magic puppet (golem) that mimics them and aids in the maneuvering of the ship.

Because of that relationship, Acorn, who I had never met in person, also knew existed.

"It's possible, but maybe not"

"On what grounds?

They denied the reasoning because of it, and Acorn gripped her lips in dissatisfaction.

"Acorn, what do you say we kiss each other on the move?

"No, I'm not! Oh, but if you want to yut..."

Yut mouths the grounds as he pushes the head of Acorn, who just got on Valtrude here.

"If the Dravaels made it, it's definitely a business, but what about even the legend? Of course, that's all you can make an awesome sword, but it's uncomfortable to sell it easily"

"Apparently, you know Yut. It sounds like you're denying it because you have a better candidate."

In response to Arcia's sharp allegations, Yut nodded with a strange face.

"Ducommerce God, didn't the Lord God of Dwarves give you the sword you struck from your hand at play? I think so."

Though rarely, anecdotes exist that the gods gave them weapons from hand to hand.

It would be typical of this, such as Valtrude's wandering demon sword, Divine Subjugator.

Otherwise, a knight who travels for revenge gets a magic (magic item) sword at a grocery store in the village where he accidentally stops by. Alternatively, in front of a blacksmith who was chronic in his own arms, a weapon forged by God appeared and replaced his mind, and so on.

"I see. Rumor has it that there are legendary weapons that flow like facts, although we cannot find those who have the real thing in their hands. It does remind me of God's skill."

The first to show understanding was Alcia with the rank of Archbishop (Patriarch).

It's not circumstantial evidence, but it's stronger than the Dravaels.

"But then you got in trouble..."

"Huh? What?

Acorn reflexively asks Valtrude, who has a rare and difficult face. I had no idea what the problem was.

"When Yut's speculation is correct, the sword can only appear to those who should have it. The arm of the sword, the profession, it doesn't matter."

"So that's the legend..."

Akane touches her lips with her index finger.

"Is that it? Did Larsia not notice that?

Perhaps Larsia had been informed quite early.

If so, somewhat, it is not surprising whether it takes time or reaches the same conclusion.

"... let us go to Mainz, and what good will Larsia -"

"Yut............ hmm?

"Ah, Mr. Kagra"

As I walked thinking, I came across a kagra in a witch outfit with a buckwheat.

Later, I realized that inside the Dragon Man (Draconut) - Tenryu - was exhibiting paper and woodwork.

"Um, no. Excuse me. Excuse me!

Seeing signs that Yut had tried to say something, and made Yut's maid, the dragon witch turned her head down and ran away so vigorously that she danced her dark hair.

"Uh...?

If you don't know what happened, you turn Yut's stretched hand around the universe.

I did my job properly as a maid, but since Zinga signed up for marriage, my non-work conversation had been completely obsolete.

Yut was going to Earth, and he was still ready for the festival afterwards, so he somehow stayed put...

"That's what you're talking about..."

Acorn understood everything in his current interactions against the confused Yut.

Kagra is afraid that Yut will say no. So I wolfed and escaped to meet in a place that wasn't my job.

I don't know if Kagra is aware, but Acorn has figured it out.

There is no basis. But I get it.

And, of course, I wasn't going to tell Yut.

This is, first of all, a matter for Yut to think about.

"I see. Larsia was after this."

"... unusual, it's a message from Larsia."

A single letter had appeared over Yut's hand, which was troubled by the storage.

A theoretical spell that sends a message of a single sentence to a specified person.

Rare as a meadow species, Larsia is a user of the theoretical spell. In the unlikely event that the Message spell was prepared in a scroll, it was not often used.

Especially if in the same territory, in their senses, they are barely apart. Unless it was a matter of contending for a moment, it was common for Larsia to visit.

Because it's more fun to see the reaction straight away.

Of course, in the current situation, it is possible that I sent the Message because I am busy… Either way, I would be wary of reports from Larsia.

"Well, you can't just not read it..."

Prepared, Yut reads out the contents so that they can be passed on to the Valtrudes as well.

"The Tubasa is back in Hardenturm..."

But that stopped right away.

"What's the matter, Yut?

"No...... Hey, unexpectedly."

To Valtrude's inquiry, Yut rarely clouds his words.

It was unexpected, and at the same time, there was a part of me that truly fell wondering if something was coming.

Either way, you can't keep your mouth shut.

"I don't know how, but there's a drifter from Li Kutua aboard the Tubasa... he wants to see me"

We gathered information during the preparation period for Istas' festival, but this and other things didn't catch on.

That's what came from the other side. Even if it's not a report from Larsia, we have to be vigilant.

"I guess the festival is over... It's still the second day."

It would be nice to hear a bright story.

Yut laughs, saying so.

It was a smile that made me feel ready and determined.