9
Lecan and Arios didn't come back that night either.
"Grindam" seems to have used this day as a rest day.
The following day, "Grindam" returned in the evening after exploring in the morning.
Dinner is selling well.
"Mr. Nark. Dinner, are you still there?
That's what the jumper told him, and Nark checked the contents of the pan.
"I'm sorry. I'm sold out tonight."
"Right. I'll be back."
I actually had two minutes left besides my wife and myself. But somehow, I felt like Lecan and Arios were coming home soon, and I didn't feel like selling the last two.
But when the three of them pulled up to the room and the last of the guests who came for dinner left, Lecan and Arios did not return.
(Chuckles)
(Did you leave a sale?)
(Can't help it)
(Me and Neru's lunch tomorrow)
If that's what you think, the door opened.
"I'm home."
It was Lecan and Arios.
Nark became happy. But I didn't even say that every time, and I said it in a harsh voice.
"Come in, shut the door. The muddy air will escape."
"Yes. Excuse me."
"Do you eat right away?
"What? Do you have dinner? I'm glad to hear that. I was going to put up with it tonight with the preserved food."
"If you want to eat, sit down."
"Yes. Come on, Lord Lecan too"
"That one, you guys are back."
"Ah, Mr. Nell. I'm home now."
"Yes, sir. Welcome home. I'm having dinner now."
"Thank you"
Nark took the quizolt liquor and metal cup out of the shelf and placed it in front of Lecan, asking Arios.
"You want something to drink?"
"I'll have a lot of booze tonight."
"Right."
When I handed him the extra cup, he said that Lekan put some booze on Arios' cup.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers."
The two met for a cup and had a drink.
Arios has a terrible face. Tough liquor burned my throat. But his face quickly turned to a smile.
"Huh? Did something good happen to you?
"I got a sword, but it sounds like a pretty good sword"
"Is that a grace?
"That's right. Lord Lecan, what was your name?"
"Yeah?"
Nark, who was in a good mood, suddenly changed into a grumpy mood itself.
"The Life-Saving Sword"?
(There's more to it than that)
The "Life-Saving Sword" is a sword that has the grace of absorption. Whether the opponent is a warcraft or a human being, if he hurts his flesh, he takes his health away from the opponent and compensates the user for his health. It's a grace that every Knights wants a lot of money for. The absorption rate varies from sword to sword, and a high absorption rate sword has a blinding price.
And the "Life-Saving Sword" will not leave unless it is below fifty tiers. I mean, these two are lying.
In front of Naak, who looked grumpy, Rekan took the coat on the chair next to him and took the sword and placed it on the table.
"Appraisal"
"What?"
"Hmm. It's still the Life-Sucking Sword. Good grace. I feel like it's going to sell high. Arios, you, you want to try it?
"Oh, fine."
"Wouldn't you like to try the grace of strength absorption?
"My father had that kind of gracious sword, and I used it too"
"Right. It's a favor I don't need, but I'll try it tomorrow."
"No, no, no. Tomorrow's the day to rest."
"Arios. Nothing has happened so far, but the enemy is getting tough every time he goes downstairs. If we go down another twenty tiers, we won't proceed at a pace like we do now. Keep going as you progress."
"So why do we need to be so hasty?
Listening to the exchange between the two in the sky above, Nark looked stunned at the sword placed on the table.
(This is)
(Definitely)
It's the Life-Saving Sword.
(Jesus Christ)
Once upon a time, Nark's father proudly showed me this sword. I sold it off when my mother got sick, but the shape of the sword is burning in my eyes. This is the right "life-sucking sword".
If so, did these two reach the fiftieth hierarchy on the fourth day of exploration?
There's no way that's stupid.
What if this sword is a very similar shaped fake, and I am deceived?
I try to think of that, but I can't even think of a reason to bother taking the time to trick myself or anything like that.
Are these two possibly incredible big adventurers?
Or are you a fraud? Is this one end of the scam in hand? Are you trying to tailor yourself to some kind of witness?
If you're an arm-writer who worked out in an approximate labyrinth, it might even work on the fifty tiers. But it's impossible to reach the 50 tiers in four days. The breadth of each hierarchy in this labyrinth is unusual. It is nasty to reach the fifty tiers in four days just by walking without a fight.
Wait.
(Appraisal?
Indeed, earlier, Lecan used the Appraisal. Are there adventurers who can use Appraisal? Besides, I don't remember hearing the prep chant. I may have lost my temper and missed asking.
"Look, it's dinner. This sword, I wonder if you could put it somewhere."
"Oh, sorry."
Lecan has turned his sword into a coat.
(That?)
(I sure should have just put my sword on it)
My coat is peppery.
(What the hell is this all about?
If you put your sword in the bag you gave the Box, it will fumble into a shape that you will know is true. There is no way that the box with the sword remains peppered.
(I don't know)
(These two are full of mysteries)
But anyway, the two of them are guests of this inn, and the payment is fine.
(All right)
(Whatever these two say about exploring the labyrinth is ignored)
(I don't care what you say)
(These two are innkeepers)
(That's all you need to think about)
Nark was in his heart, and so he decided. I whispered somewhere in my heart that I had made up my mind but couldn't protect it.