Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

On that day, Fujiwara and the others were supposed to close "The Age of Good Old Mages (Old)" early.

He was going to take a trip to the stall where he could eat Oden, a Far Eastern dish.

From morning to evening, there were few guests, but as soon as the closing work began, customers began to visit and the store was vibrant. By the time I was chased by customer service and finally thought I was comfortable, the time I had already planned was quite past.

Oden stalls are rare in this labyrinth city and are also very popular. Rumor has it they'll be out of stock soon.

You might not make it if you keep slowing down like this.

The store door opened where I was so worried.

"Bang Wah Oh"

It's Malmo, the halfling I've become familiar with recently.

Drawing his friends, he seems to have returned from exploring the dungeon with a number of items sticking out in his back sac and so on.

They came to request an appraisal of the loot, as usual.

"Yes, welcome -..."

Too bad between.

But I can't possibly ask you to come back tomorrow because I have a personal use for you.

There were about a dozen unapproved items they brought.

It wasn't much, but if I cleaned it up, it wouldn't be enough. You just have to be patient and enjoy watching the goods slowly, as usual, and appraise them with only accuracy and speed in mind.

Honestly, I'm hungry.

Above all, the full body armor of the Frilled Apron is rattling his stomach.

I had to work hard.

"Let's start the appraisal."

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"This sounds like the Night Police Helmet (Helm of Night Watch)."

Fujiwara removed her monocular glasses and informed her of the results of the appraisal of the last item.

It's a shaped helmet that completely covers the head.

The cheeks are special, and there is a glass inserted into the peephole reminiscent of a large monocular eye. It would also look like a submersible device if the viewer saw it, but its use was completely different.

"Granting Tool (Antique) Kao?

"Yeah, that's right."

A grant tool is a generic term for a tool that can exercise witchcraft.

A pair of shoes that can be reached in just one step to a town as far away as the one that appears in the gaga story, or a jacket that can hide itself, would be a good example.

I don't see anything so versatile first now, but it is convenient, rare, and expensive enough for a general magician to represent me in what he can do.

I mean, they've got a little hit.

Explaining what Fujiwara is capable of, Marmo eats in addition to thinking, "That looks convenient."

But three other people besides him don't seem to.

He seemed less interested in his ability to do so, although he was happy with the very fact that he had acquired the granting instrument.

"It's going to contribute to warming our nostalgia." "So-so. If you sell it, you can eat all you want to drink at the" Tsuruo Dragon Looking Up at the Sun "pavilion." "No, I haven't eaten meat lately." I hear a fairly low temperature conversation.

As far as they're concerned, apparently they're thinking about selling it.

"All right, all right. You guys are gonna be sitting right there!" Marmo suddenly said that he would exalt the 'Night Police Helmet' he had obtained. "I'll explain the beauty of this helmet to you in particular. Oh!

Then the debate started.

Fujiwara decided to look aside by fixing a smile to sit in her chair as the four were discussing whether to sell their helmets or not.

It's going to be a long cloud.

"Hmm. Doesn't look like it's over yet"

At some point Anemone was there cleaning up at the office workshop (backyard).

Basin in my hand for some reason.

Only the number of customers is listed.

"Looks like it was worth what you were making."

"What is it?

"Mm-hmm. An acquaintance from the Far East told me," It's a dish to kick out guests who stay long. "

……

Smells good.

When I glanced at the contents of the bowl, it seemed like oatmeal porridge (oatmeal) simmered in tea.

Fujiwara knew immediately what she wanted to do, though. That was a story known only to humans from a fairly local region, and the food was too much of an arrangement, and the look and taste did not retain the prototype.

Fujiwara thought it would probably be useless to just do it.

But...

They thought it would be pointless. That had an unexpected effect.

The Marmos, who were originally hungry on their way home from exploration, apparently had an appetite stimulated by eating oatmeal porridge. He decided to interrupt the discussion and move his seat to the tavern.

"It's a treat. Oh. Again."

Anemone nods contentedly as she drops off the last guests leaving the store.

"This bullshit works great."

……

Fujiwara had uninterrupted thoughts.

That's not silly. It's just a custom.

Above all, the ingredients were supposed to be rice, not oatmeal, and they had to be soaked in green tea, not tea.

But I didn't think it made sense where I pointed that out, and there are a lot of better things in the world to keep quiet, even if it's wrong.

I unfortunately demonstrated my pre-emptive and nagging personality, and for now I decided to smile and nod, "Right."

Anyway, it looks like we could go to the stall before it runs out of stock.

If there was only one problem, it was that what Fujiwara's stomach wanted had changed from a hot rice noodle to a hot teapot.

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Ninth basement. Commonly known as "Dark Place".

This hierarchy is enclosed in darkness everywhere, as the name suggests.

Even those who have a good night's eye cannot see anything, no matter how gazed they are, than it is man's eyesight. Because even a few lights don't exist here. It is a subspecies of light moss and possesses the opposite habit, because moss is beneficial in width, and greedily swarms and drinks up against something called a light source.

Therefore, when passing through here, lighting becomes a must.

If you're going to run out of fuel, you have to hurry back. If the lights run out, you'll keep wandering in the dark. I wish I could rely only on luck and the feeling of my hands to find the stairs up there, otherwise I would starve to death or be killed by monsters.

But now Marmo can walk without any lights in that darkness.

I feel good.

Anyway, I can clearly see what's around me.

The stone walls that sandwiched the left and right, the roughness of their surfaces, the tall ceilings, the floors that were filled with water everywhere, and the dungeon walls that were at the tip and even the paths that divided the left and right could be seen through as if they were daylight.

"Guuuuuuu. This" Night Police Helmet "is quite a pick up."

In the end, the treatment of this granting instrument was on hold.

We discussed it extensively in the liquor store, but it was not clear that we could continue using it if we were able to create some track record after the trial period.

But as I thought, it's helping me a lot right now.

It is a great advantage (benefit) for scouts to see things better in a lightless situation.

Because there is no longer any danger of being detected by the enemy, and vice versa, you can lurk in the darkness and launch an attack with the opponent's gap.

Because the difficulty is the helmet that completely covers the head, it feels slightly heavier, breathes more painfully, and sounds, but the benefits from subtracting them are huge.

It would be close to the day when 'Night Police Helmets' would be added to Malmo's standard equipment if it stayed this way.

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"Hmm?... what is it?

I felt like something had passed through the wall poking at me.

I had a bad feeling about it. Vigilant, with the wall of his right hand on his back. It was time to move on so as not to make a sound.

When I reach the poking edge, I take great care and pray, 'Please don't be a monster,' and peek into the leisurely passage to the left and right.

But nothing.

On the upright passage, debris shards have not even fallen.

"... ugh"

When Marmo breathed relieved, he decided to end the investigation here.

Later, it would be enough to make sure again that the original path has been turned back and that no traps have been set up on the path.

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When Marmo returned, the fellows were just finishing up their camp preparations and were just doing their meal support.

I rarely light a pan.

It's going to be in warm soup for a long time.

He notices the signs and his people get up before he speaks' I'm home 'from here. Then I stretched out my hand to the weapon each of which was nearby, making it strong, so I gave it a little.

But I immediately perceived the situation.

They can't see Malmo in the dark. That's why I'm on guard when I can only feel signs that someone is approaching me.

So take the portable lamp you had just in case out of your baggage and set it on fire and put it up.

"Vagina. Vagina."

Now you'll also see Malmo.

But no matter how many voices you speak, there's no way they'll lift your guard.

I've been pointing my tingly killer at this one as if I were confronting a monster.

"Mi, what's going on with you guys? Are you kidding me?

"... Lord Malmo"

The wild samurai Yi right guard calls in a nervous voice.

This one is apparently visible. But his dominant hand remains on the knife pattern, and he has a system that can be pulled out at any time.

"Hey, what is it?

"You're gonna look behind me, aren't you?

For the first time since they said that, I find myself uncomfortable.

Soon it was right around the corner, with charming, deafening noises.

The sound of a coin scrubbing.

And looking back, creepy face.

There's a wrinkly skin like an old baby with long, angry eyes like crying and a torn mouth to the ears.

"Kihihihihihihi!

An uncomfortable laugh.

One who is smaller than Malmo in the half-ring and wears an outdated clown-like costume is dancing with his body twisted.

He hangs a number of sachets on his hips, making noises like charms and instruments every time he moves like a coin is stuffed.

A prank fairy (Leprechaun).

Apparently, he was being followed by a nasty opponent.

They are monsters, but instead of having any means of attack, they come up with 'pranks' of a pretty bad nature.

Therefore, the Seekers may hate me more than those horrible great ghosts (orgasms).

"Kihihihihihihihi!

It was too late when I thought it was gone.

The prank fairy (Leprakorn) slipped through Marmo's stiffness at an unusual rate, carving light steps, "Wow," one after the other among his fellow campers, "Nacho," "Gee," "Whoa," and leaped to the other side.

Everybody, check your bags.

Gathering flies the decree out loud.

"The Awkward Knife is OK"

"I, uh..."

A prank fairy (leprechaun) prank is a sleazy theft of someone else's belongings and hardware.

The skill is so extraordinary that it cannot be compared to those bandits there, and there are countless searchers who have been made to cry by them.

According to one theory, the total damage caused in this dungeon was such that Red Dragon (Red Dragon), an example of a West Country dwelling in the Fire Mountains, is said to be a distant gesture of the number of gold coins stored as sleeping beds.

"Vagina looks fine, too."

Marmo also checked the wallet he was wearing, the equipment, etc., but nothing in particular seemed to be missing.

- But.

When I look at the prank fairy (Leprechaun), I go around, joyfully dancing crazy.

And in the long, thin hand of the nail, something familiar was grasped at some point.

It's a maggot-colored leather bag.

That looked familiar.

It is a purse that one of my associates, Mint, should have had in his possession.

Leather bags, if not mistakenly seen, are swollen like ripe fruit in deflection.

Apparently, some of them were tightly packed with coins, as scary as imagining the number.