Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

Creepy necklace (not appraised) ②

Fujiwara visited the underground warehouse with a bundle of keys when Mr. "Footsteps of Death" again put the "Footsteps of Death" lady to sleep on the backyard couch.

Many of the items bought by the Master are stored as inventory in this location.

"It's like I did see it around here..."

Look for the contents of countless crates, one after the other, to flip and scratch. I needed the grant tools I found when I visited previously.

What we have here sounded good if we say inventory, but the point is all the stuff the master collected in his hobby. After teasing her down until she was tired, she threw herself into a suitably nearby crate and left it here.

Besides, I'm a person who can't get organized, so sorting by use and by item doesn't even gratuitously put on an identification card, so everything that's here for people other than her is only unapproved.

So naturally, searching is difficult.

"... why are the books and wooden shoes together!?... why the dried apple with a roll!?... Paper scraps!?... This is a dump!...... oh so frustrating already!

By and large, I wonder why the master is not limited at these times.

He said buy, etc., but it doesn't seem like this labyrinth city has someone to sell even more of the recession. I felt very depressed when her appearance came to mind as she roamed with high laughter.

"... there was"

I finally dig what I want from the bottom of the crate.

That's a necklace.

It has a circular metal plate (medal) at the end of the silver chain, where it depicts a creepy supper. All but middle-aged people in the center surrounding the round table celebrating the cup are skeletons.

When I found this before, I had asked my teacher what kind of item it was because it was such a disgusting substitute, but I never thought it would help this way.

Fujiwara paid off the dust and with it ran up the stairs to the backyard without even closing the warehouse door.

Given the state of Miss' Footsteps of Death ', there didn't seem to be much respite.

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It is the fierce venom of 'blood sipping' that is eroding her body.

It pollutes the magic in the blood, and by the circle of blood it spreads throughout the body, stalling the functioning of the body. If you don't wash your blood as soon as possible, you won't even be able to breathe and you will die.

There is no doubt that the symptoms are progressing to the point where you can no longer wake up from more than once you have fallen, not knowing how much you have been exposed to and how much time has passed.

But what Fujiwara saw back in the backyard was the 'Footsteps of Death' lady getting out of the couch. I don't know why, but she's trying so hard to get up with a low groan.

It is a terrible strength and energy.

"Why are you up!?

"... where...?

"This is a grant tool shop called The Age of the Good Old Mages. Please don't be impotent and stay asleep!

"... where's the armor... listen... I'm here..."

"Then..."

Fujiwara mumbled when she said she had left it in front of the store.

Because I realized what was in her hand was hanging.

That's the long sword (long sword) that I was going to dispose of that I kept in the backyard. The sheath has already been removed and the rust-filled sheath has glowed dull.

I had a bad feeling, of course.

And right in front of me only brilliant for a moment, and a gust of wind hits my forehead.

Piscilli and a crack in his sight, black and thin dancing all over the sky and scattering.

The "Footsteps of Death" lady takes the position of waving off a long sword at some point.

Now what I thought was the wind was like a sword attack released from her hand. Unvisibly, the tip of a sword that drew a semi-circular orbit at an insane speed grabbed Fujiwara's glasses and tore her forehead apart.

I felt sweating on my forehead and spine.

"Hey, why did you get slaughtered all of a sudden... I'm the one who picked you up on the other side of the house, okay?

Are you also suffering from the symptoms of hallucinations and confusion because of the poison?

But only this time, that's not the story.

It is true that there is also a terrible poison in the dungeon that just sniffs boils malice and strikes a nearby human being, but we are already able to appraise what poison smells like poison mist at the end of the house.

"Blood sippings" are not similar to hallucinations, confusions, etc., but only gradual dysfunction of the whole body. There is nothing confusing about being unconscious.

A second brilliance.

After shaking the black work apron worn by the next breeze, the monocular glasses that are constantly provided around the abdominal pocket tear to the horizontal line fall off.

Half a step further. If her step goes deep, it's built-in that it's falling off zero.

"Whoa, wait a minute. Are you going to kill my benefactor?

"... was... killed... su..."

For once, I tried to be benevolent, but I don't seem to have ears to listen to.

Maybe the 'Footsteps of Death' lady is upside down.

It's not like I don't know why.

Currently, she is dressed in a very eye-catching outfit that only wears (slits).

Of course, it's not a hindsight as a result of taking off poisonous foggy armor, but if you think you've been taken into a strange place and made to look disgraceful, you may have no choice but to mistake it.

But even if you are giving up a hundred steps and misunderstanding, how about pleading guilty to the person who appeared before you to the situation as an 'enemy'? It doesn't suit me to ask why or listen to this story in this situation.

Or it's terrible.

"Let me tell you something..."

"... mah... be..."

Third and fourth.

The coffee cup for the guests that was on the table makes a noise with Gashan and smashes it to pieces, the magic bottle makes a dull metal noise with the bin and flies somewhere, and the crushed sword body pierces the wall with a zung, not withstanding the load.

The "Footsteps of Death" lady let go of the long sword broken from her hand.

Those eyes peering through the gaps in her shaky forehead are not cloudy. He doesn't seem to be letting himself in anger or frightened.

Instead, it's just a killer like when a monster in an underground labyrinth stares at the Seeker.

I don't know why she acted.

I remembered the discomfort I felt when I found the 'Footsteps of Death' lady in the store at the lid.

At that time, she was falling in front of the store with her poisonous armor on. I didn't even take off my helmet while I was in the dungeon, even after I got back on the ground, with enough poison fog to cough up just one breath.

That catches on to Fujiwara.

The 'Footsteps of Death' lady rushes in. Fujiwara took a step back in an attempt to get a distance and stepped on something and fell ill.

It is just a magic bottle.

"- Whoa, whoa!

When I wonder if I've eaten a hit from my shoulder, I'm pushed down with the momentum as it is. The weight with vivid heat is on the abdomen.

"Gu... Huh"

There's something on Fujiwara's throat. It's her thin, cold fingertips.

That makes me unable to move or even breathe with such a grip that I don't think I'm a poisoned person.

"... kill... su...!... kill... su...!... Ko... Ro... Su...!

I have a daughter right next to me who messed up her hair.

That rough breath that you hear in your ear is also like a beast that can't eat into its prey.

However, only the eyes of the slit length peeking into this one have not become clear.

It's a human eye that rocks in the grid.

"... if you're really... willing to kill me... I won't say that..."

"... cum!

The 'Footsteps of Death' lady leans down to hide her face and starts roaring so that she can put her strength into it, even if she doesn't see this one, she can kill her.

Why she was always wearing an unlike all-body armor. Why I kept wearing it no matter how loud the noise was supposed to call for monsters. Why I kept hiding my voice, avoiding having conversations with anyone or even returning greetings. Why no one knew who it was, what its name was, and what its race was. Why he kept putting his poisonous armor together and didn't take it off in the dungeon or on the ground.

They aggregate into one fact.

Then there is only one word to say.

"... rest assured... I... am not going to tell anyone about you..."

Cold stuff falls on the lid on Fujiwara's face and gets wet.

The "Footsteps of Death" lady's roar turns into a whimper.

The force of the finger on his neck also loosens.

I don't know the details, but she seems terribly afraid that her identity will be exposed to the public.

So much so that I was determined to kill him if he wanted to be seen in the face.

When I think that the body of the "Footsteps of Death" lady has suddenly wobbled, I fall straight down.

Fujiwara got up in a hurry and stopped holding it. Its body is so thin and light that I wonder if it is a lie that it was in the armor of its whole body or that it was waving its sword.

She is breathing spicy in a relaxed state. Once unconscious, even if the poisonous state progresses, it's a threat to just get up. There's no way I can move around without anything.

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I'm not sure if the 'Footsteps of Death' lady understood and accepted this story. I don't have the in-laws to help her, who is annoyingly extreme in the first place.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I could only think of one action to take.

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First of all, it is first aid.

I'll put some creepy necklaces on her that I've found from the warehouse. This is a poison resistant talisman (amulet). I can tolerate poison just by wearing it. It is a substitute that can prevent most poisons if worn in advance.

However, the detoxification effect is not obtained. Her body has already been eroded by poison and cannot neutralize itself.

But it still makes sense.

The "Footsteps of Death" lady is being done. It was suffering in a state of hazy consciousness as if it were even a nightmare.

It is difficult to start the grant tool in this state. I remember if I wasn't a landlord aristocrat in some distant particular area to use this in the first place.

Either way, Fujiwara will have no better role to play than to represent him.

When magic can be cast into the amulet held in the palm of his hand, the light membrane overflowing from it envelops the body of the 'Footsteps of Death' lady.

"... ugh"

This should have enhanced your resistance to poison.

Little is known about it, but it helps to reduce the progression of poison because it boosts immunity even after it is poisoned. You can't purify the poison itself, but your symptoms shouldn't get any worse.

If the only thing that pisses me off is that this knowledge is a take-away from my master.

But in this situation, we have no choice.

"Well."

The problem is the poison.

Commonly known as' blood sipping '. This poison is a relatively popular one that is often used in traps in the dungeon. It enters the body from the lungs, turns blood magic into toxins, and spreads through the blood vessels to the body. At first, the symptoms are to the extent that they become mildly ill, but when left alone, dizziness, cramps at the fingertips, difficulty breathing and gradually becoming more severe, the consciousness becomes cloudy and leads to death.

While continuing to instill magic in the amulet, Fujiwara retrieves another item she has been looking for from the store.

Vial vitreous. It's an antidote (detoxification potion) (luxury).

Pulling the plug out, he poured green liquid into the spoon and carried it to her mouth, being careful not to zero it. Then I'll pinch your nose and let you breathe in your mouth and let you swallow it forcefully.

This is excellent for drinking a spoon or just applying one to the wound to neutralize poison by the way.

I have looked between them and tried to give them a few drinks, but the symptoms do not heal, and I end up emptying a bottle while I am repeating myself.

My master would be mad at me if I found out that I had used it on my own because it is a very high value item, but I have to stop it. Probably inhaled an amount of poison far beyond the lethal dose of an ordinary person.

Her flesh, which can endure so far, can be described as just amazing.

"And then..."

Once detoxified, give them the next magic medicine (Mana Potion).

This is like a nutrient that restores consumed magic. Her body remains damaged by magic because it has been turned into a toxin by 'blood sipping'. Blood magic plays an important role in life activities as well as being used in sorcery use. When a human loses about 40,000 drops of magic equivalent to half of the blood flowing through his body, he is believed to fall into a significant mental disorder or to lead to shock death, and even half of that amount will dictate his state of health.

That's why I need to make it up to you.

It was worth the help, and Miss' Footsteps of Death ''s condition gradually stabilized. I'll wipe your forehead sweat with a wet hand tub. The face is also a lot cheaper than it was earlier. Is he about seventeen or eight years old?

Looks a little cheeky.

I know it was a freshly explored dungeon, but I have to say that I've often had to go back and forth on my own to that ten tiers and well to this extent.

"... you're all right now"

Fujiwara bites off the absences.

"The Age of the Good Old Mages" was almost closed for the first time in a long time.

It is a labor that is not very much, but is not worthy of cheap pay.

In return, Miss "Footsteps of Death" will definitely have to buy this store item. It's my hand to push what I need or don't need to rush out.

And I will definitely make a request for a raise to my master. I'm having such a rough time, so I wouldn't have to complain if you raised it about ten times. No, I was wondering if I could take it from store to store. Yeah, let's do that.

I slept at the counter at some point if I thought of it as something like that.

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When I woke up, the 'Footsteps of Death' lady had been able to disappear with each of those armors.

Instead, the backyard has a letter to put away, where he says, 'I won't thank you. What you just did on your own. Don't tell anyone about me. If it spreads, I'll kill it' was the only text.

What kind of customer is that?

The idea of riding an old Tristan bet on the stomach didn't cross my mind, but I decided to stop it because I didn't necessarily get her retaliation.

Above all, no one will believe me when I talk about who that 'footsteps of death' is.

"... man"

Fujiwara sighs small.

Then I decided to leave the store when I picked up a dented magic bottle from the backyard with a blurry head that I hadn't woken up yet.

Of course, to go buy coffee.

It's a day without a lot of trouble, so even if you get that reward, you won't be punished.

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That was Fujiwara's first encounter with Anemone.

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Identification card "Toxic-resistant talisman (amulet) (unmarked)"

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