Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

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"Oh, you know. So, were you okay?

After I left the tavern, I was suddenly called out and I was sure I would stare at them.

'Cause I thought you might be one of those horn helmet guys earlier.

Others follow you like ants swarming in sugar confectionery if you show weakness even once. Always unflickering and strong was the sacrificial technique Hoozki learned in the monastery.

"What are you?

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I'm Beatrice."

She was a black hatted clothing (hoodie) girl.

He peeks into Kuma's dark white eyes from his shallow hat (hood).

She was cat-backed, had long stretched black hair without luster, and was asked how she was living an overall life of indigestion.

"Well, that was a disaster. That guy, he gets tangled up in a rushing seeker every once in a while.... I've been teased too."

She remained somewhere all the time, with the impression that she was a shady little animal.

Hoozki is not interested in stand-up.

So I intentionally keep sending a dangerous gaze with the intention of getting rid of it.

"So?"

"Uh... the... what's that candlestick?

But after she let her gaze wander like she was in trouble, she still talks.

"Well, I was just curious to see you. Look, if you look closely, it's not like a regular candlestick, so I thought it might be something I got in the dungeon or something..."

"I don't know."

When Hoozki said so with the intention of breaking up the conversation, he decided to walk away from the spot.

I wonder why I run into this troublesome guy.

I guess he's an explorer to see the short knife that's lowering to his hips and where he's going in and out of places like this.

But if there are other people with us, except for the story, I don't see anyone like that.

If she was a solo seeker, there was no point.

What I seek is a formidable warrior who can be both a sword and a shield.

"And you don't know? Well, then you're not appraised."

She was following me.

And I'm happy to make such a rare suggestion as to how I received this reply. Maybe it's an out-of-the-box character.

"But if you want to do an appraisal, you know a good tool shop, right? Shall I tell you?

……

Hoozuki was cursing at something and figuring out how to get rid of this yummy hatted cloth girl.

But I realize it's not a bad idea to get on with her story.

Because I had a lot of trouble dealing with candlesticks.

I can't get into a baggage bag and it's a substitute that's just heavy and has no benefit whatsoever. I could be foolish or homeless if I was carrying essentials for a room like this.

I think it would be better if I just got in trouble.

If you were a tool shop, maybe you could get it picked up at that value.

"... then can you show me where the store is?

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"Hmm, this is a pretty good product"

The owner of the glasses tells me so.

With a sleepy face, hehe and your bad grin, I try to stroke the candlestick and look at the details everywhere with monoculars (monocle).

Beatrice took me to a shop called The Age of the Good Old Mages.

Apparently she's a tool shop she took care of before.

I don't hate the atmosphere in the store. I've never seen it in a monastery in one country, it's overflowing with a variety of items and it's just fun to watch.

For some reason, I was surprised that the whole body armor wearing a frilled apron moved out and started making tea easier, but the beverage called Cafe Ole served was sweeter and tastier than anything I had ever drank.

But Hoozuki was supposedly a countryman, so he pretended to be nothing.

"Apparently, this candlestick is an antique."

Beatrice, who was similarly mouthing the mug next door, stood up slowly and said wow, shuddered.

And I said, "Look, you see. I knew it. It's a treasure. Treasure. I won the 'bet' again. My intuition hits me a lot." I take this hand and laugh happily as I say things that don't make sense.

When I heard the story, they said the candlestick was a pretty expensive item.

They say there is something in the world called a grant tool, a very good substitute for various sorceries, which was an incredible story for Russia, but this candlestick is one of them.

Hoozki heard the results of the assessment and was about to jump up unexpectedly.

That was the equivalent of several years' worth of food.

……

But that was never a pleasure.

Because you couldn't have disposed of such an expensive thing.

The bishop said he didn't mind selling it, but if he told me to return it later, it would be irrevocable.

So in the end, I decided not to sell the candlestick and put it back in the bag.

"Yes."

"Oh, uh... this?

"At least thank you."

After I left the store, I decided to pay Beatrice a thank you.

If she hadn't introduced me to the store, it is true that by now, I would have just handed it over for the same amount at some ancient tool store.

Later, he thought he should give the money by hitting the forefront rather than being asked for big money.

But trying to get her to hold a few of the copper coins she took out of her purse, she refused.

And the next thing that came out of her mouth was an unexpected suggestion.

"Oh, I don't need money, so I want you to be one of them instead!

"... you mean we dive into the dungeon together?

"Ugh, ugh!

……

She's probably like a bandit.

He should be good at spotting items falling into the dungeon or skilled at untangling crate traps.

But what I was looking for was pure force.

There was nothing but propulsion that kept going down the hierarchy or the kind of arm that exorcised vicious monsters.

So Hoozki was honestly, lost.

Given one of the taverns earlier, it's unlikely that I can easily make a companion. That's why I thought it might be better to act with her for a while than to remain alone.

"... I don't mind, but if I pull my leg, I won't know, will I?

"Ugh, yeah. Yay. Thanks."

That's why Hoozki foretold in his mind that he couldn't fit in and allowed Beatrice to accompany him.

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Girl - Beatrice is still nodding around in the corner.

I don't have to work on removing rubble like I did earlier, I'm just standing still.

Looks like I'm not looking for anything anymore.

And her miserable hindsight overlapped with another figure as to why.

That was Hoozki himself crying in the corner of the room when he had just entered the convent.

I got distracted when I thought maybe she was just as desperate and crying.

Oh, why am I in such a dim and damp place?

Why have you chosen such a crappy child as your companion?

I wonder why I'm stuck in a place like this.

……

Hoozki decided to walk away from here.

It's just a waste of time waiting for her any longer.

It would be wiser to say goodbye here and get back to earth just now.

Then we'll go to another tavern, and now it's time to add the tough warriors to our entourage and re-order them.

If that's good, I'll lift my hips off the rubble.

But...

"Ko, I'm sorry. I made you wait."

Soon Beatrice was right in front of me.

She's smiling at what's wrong with her, wiping her eyes with her cuffs.

"Ya, I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long. Time to get back on the ground."

"... what's wrong with what you're looking for?

"Ugh, yeah. I thought it was better now. It might not have been that big of a deal, actually."

She says so with her fingertips hanging over her, wandering her gaze.

It's a lie.

That was a lie that even children could understand.

There's no way I'd spend that much time looking if it wasn't important. By and large, getting so wet and red in my eyes was immobile evidence that I was crying.

"Enough, does that mean you've given up?

"Ugh, yeah."

"Is it important?

"... ugh, yeah"

I have a nagging grin as I lean down on Hoozki, I didn't understand her.

If I were in the opposite position, I would definitely keep looking.

And I should be forced to get involved with her. I might blame you harshly if you have anything to look for along the way. And even if she left angrily, even if she stayed alone, she was supposed to look.

But why give up?

"How can you let go of something so cheaply?

On that question, Beatrice laughed as she was lit scratching her head about what was embarrassing.

"Ugh, yeah. 'Cause you said' don't pull your legs' when you made me company."

……

"Oh, and I don't want to show you the grumpy spot because I had company."

……

Companions.

That was a very funny word.

Because Hoozki thinks nothing of Beatrice.

I don't account for her as a companion. I just think he's a companion, or a troublemaker.

Even I was about to abandon and abandon her, who was in trouble for losing something important.

"I hate lies, so I'll be honest with you."

"Ugh, yeah?

"I think it's about you, Guz."

"What?"

"Besides, the search was troublesome and gave up on the way. And now I'm going to abandon it and go home."

"Uh..."

"He's such a jerk. What about me? Do you still want to be one of them?

Beatrice nodded again and again like she panicked over the question and said:

"G., good luck with the guzzly part, I'll fix it!

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Her foolishness additions and subtractions, for some reason, made me sexually angry.

Then, to the lid, the words of that bishop descend upon Hoozki's head.

- Bring me virtue.

When Hoozki took the bags at his feet, he flipped upside down and smashed all his bags.

Along with valuables, food, etc., the candlestick I was packing in the back rolls out.

Keep it on the floor, on your knees.

Mark and cut the mark.

Whisper and chant your congratulations.

And I remembered.

It's a 'Bush' prayer.

It restores the virtues (karma) that remain in you, converts them into magic (mana), and gives them to others. From the point of view of reason, this should have allowed me to activate this grant tool and the dot.

- He said it's a virtue. Don't be ridiculous.

- I don't mean to be hairy.

Surely I am a fool who thinks only of me.

But even if it did, that's not what this is about.

I can't help but do nothing to myself like this to her who told me she wanted to be one of us.

So I will, that's all.

The magic passed to the candlestick.

A candlestick, which should be free of candles, begins to light a long stretched needle.

At first, it was unreliably blurry, but gradually, the surroundings, which were supposed to be dim, were filled with visible light, so little could be known about what was at the foot.

And finally, it will be bright enough to be in the cloudless sun, and the whole room will be exposed.

Then Hoozki wrapped his arms around it.

Remove every piece of debris you roll on the floor and you'll find as soon as you've lost it. Even so, I was a cleaner at the monastery, so I'm not bad at this kind of work.

"Mr. Beatrice."

"Ha, ha."

"If you want me to be one of you, look for something important first. I hate Guzz too, but I hate people who throw things out on the way."

"Ugh, yeah. Thanks!"

I didn't mean to forgive that bishop for ordering me to explore the dungeon.

So I have a proven track record that no one here can complain about and I will always aspire to go to the infirmary. By doing so, I intended to take revenge.

Just that you gave me the glowing candlestick in front of me, let's thank you.

That's what Hoozki thought.

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Identification Card: "Candlestick of Forever (Good Product)"

"Tell the apostle proclaiming pure poverty. Give me one hundred and seventy drops of that unclean blood. If you do, light, shine, and shine, like the cotton of Mepollanios."

It's a candlestick that lights up in exchange for some magic.

Made of silver, it is actually very finely crafted and worth the art. However, to the amateur, it may look no different from the very common room equipment made of brass.

Three legs, each with a candle dish like a bell orchid, lapped upside down from the table. The needle for putting up the candle is only a little long, but when it starts, it will emit a dazzling light in itself.

If you have one of these in a somewhat larger room, like daylight in every corner, it should illuminate you brightly.

A long time ago, the wealthier and higher-ranking monks wanted to keep this candlestick close to them.

Because the temple demanded that the Christians be strictly 'pure poverty' and believed that abandoning their personal greed and leading a qualitative life would lead them to do the right thing.

And owning a candlestick that (...) does not squander this candle (...) was an ideal ornament to show otherwise the owner's purity and poverty. I mean, by owning this, I was making it a convenient absolution mark to mislead my own affluence.

Of course, the "Candlestick of Eternal Robbery" itself was so expensive that it could not have been taken without lighting for decades, day and night, that only humans in a wealthy capacity could buy it.

However, the temple eventually began to prohibit and collect individuals from owning this candlestick as a 'hobby to satisfy vanity'. And now, they say many of them are stored in treasure troves and such.

By the way, customers are often asked if this is suitable as a tool for exploring dungeons.

Honestly, it's a subtlety.

Indoor equipment in the first place. It is inevitable that it will be luggage because it is heavy and quite bulky. If you pack it in your back sac or something, it could damage it. It's not suitable to carry around for long periods of time again, and it's also troubling to have your hands blocked without the strength of your arms.

So in terms of ease of use, pine lights and lanterns would definitely be better up there. It is advisable that those who are about to add to their luggage be fully considered.