8
We stopped at the Cheney Shop Branch in Bantaroy on our way to Mashajane.
"Dear Lecan!
"Long time no see."
Cheney is completely old. But if you look at the glow of your eyes, you can see that this man has not yet lost his vitality.
"We appreciate your work."
"You look good, too."
"Ha. There has been a slight misalignment with the business partner. This old body is coming out."
Lecan did not know, but the activity of Norma gave way to a number of the businesses of the Bordolin family, the leading nobility of Bantaroy, to the Goncourt family. And many of the transferred businesses were to be managed by the Cheney store.
But the business partners who had been transferred behaved in an awkward manner by making the Goncourt family a rural nobleman.
So Cheney himself got in and got into the bargain. The merchants of Bantaroi came to know the sagginess of a merchant named Cheney, who had been showing his head for some time.
"It was almost over, too. When this is over, this is the time to retire. Thanks to Lecan, you can enjoy the development of the store while enjoying easy hiding. We already have a safe house."
"I stepped through the Lakash Labyrinth and the Rottle Labyrinth"
"What?"
"I'll sell you all the little red and blue potions"
"Oh!"
"A lot of material was picked up in the Rottle Labyrinth"
"Rottle... it was a big labyrinth with about eighty floors."
"I have taken all the materials above fifty tiers. Except for the material of the Lord of the Labyrinth, which he used to make our armor."
"The Lottle Labyrinth was broken and done."
"That's why you're saying it."
"No, no. I don't care if you say a big labyrinth step that's twice the size of the Ninae labyrinth in a little stroll there."
"Speaking of the Tubolt Labyrinth, that's about half of it, right?
"But deep in the Rottle Labyrinth, it was like hearing that there were hardly any explorers because they weren't fit to fight in very large numbers and their enemies were big and strong instead. And the LORD of that labyrinth, only"
"That was a little fire dragon."
"Fire Dragon!
"It wasn't a big enemy"
"No, that's stupid! Yes. I remember. Wasn't the Lord of the Rottle Labyrinth unusually snubbed, so he couldn't defeat a mountain of powerful attacks, and the material was useless in the end, so dangers, expenses and accomplishments didn't match, and he hadn't been defeated in decades?
"I lost my neck with a blow."
"That's silly."
He nodded at Cheney and led him to the warehouse, where he continued to lower the material.
"Ko, ko, ko, ko"
Things are weird with Cheney, but I decided not to care.
In the end, the material Lecan put out of the (storage) was to occupy three empty spaces in the warehouse. Tools and the like are often not known for their true value without appraisal, but if they are materials, their value is obvious to the eye-catching merchant.
Orst, the Cheney Shop Bantaloy Branch Manager, is directing his men aloud with his bloody running eyes.
"We need to gather escorts immediately! Hurry! You go to the Adventurers Association. You and you are in a tavern. Whether it's special, gold, bronze or silver, hire as many adventurers as you can muster. However, only for adventurers who have at least once served as our escort. Nice! Before the bandits and other shop spinners sniff and flock, come on!
Cheney shines her eyes and tests for dragon material.
Ten years, no. Twenty years looks like a young man.
"Then judge me appropriately. I'll come back for the money."
"Ah, ah. Dear Lecan, I will now make an inventory and a receipt."
I don't want it.
"Oh, wait a minute. Tonight's inn will be ready in our shop."
I'm not staying in this town.
"What?"
"Earlier, when I went through the gate, a soldier noticed Edda, even though he paid to come in without using the Adventurer's Chapter. Probably a lord's use will be here soon. Before that, we leave town."
"Oh, my God, that's sweet. Live a ruinous life, as always."
"Annoying."
"No."
Cheney grinned.
Lekan laughed.
"Thanks to you, my retirement is far away."
"That's good. Oh, I'll sell this too."
I offered "Rat's Shield".
"What's this?
"It's called" Rat's Shield. "The Lord at the bottom of Lakash dropped it." Magic Reflection is gracious. "
"Magic reflex!
"Oh, and this is a gift to your individual."
"What's this?
"It's a little fire dragon meat. It's good."
Cheney blinked so loudly that her eyeballs might spill.
"Then we go. Be well."
"And Master Lecan. And Master Eda. Please be quick."
Lekan greeted him with his right hand up and ran away with Edda.
On the nineteenth day of the sixth month, Lekan and Eda entered the Wazlov family of Mashajain.
Julius had already arrived.
Even though he hadn't seen him for so long, Lekan blinded himself to Julius' first growth.
"Mr. Julius. You've beaten your height."
"Excuse me. Sister Eda"
"Something to talk about. You don't look so good."
Excuse me.
A year is about to pass since I dazzled Julius.
Julius, who was first a thirteen-year-old boy, will be fifteen in four months. In other words, adulthood. Perhaps we should now call ourselves youth.
He grew taller, and his voice grew deeper.
The skeleton became firm, and the muscles grew stronger as they were supple.
I guess we were growing up when we were together. We met a little further away, and now we realize how full our bodies and bodies are.
(Think about it, I'm about 13 to 15 years old.)
(It's time for humans to grow up and learn a lot)
(Arios left his precious son with me)
That demonstrates Arios' trust in and expectations of Lecan.
But it is also strange for Lecan.
Arios has mastered systematic swordsmanship and, naturally, he should also have mastery of systematic and functional purposeful teaching methods. Why don't you grow Julius on hand at a time of stretch itself?
Soon Lekan will know the answer.