Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The woman brought herself to the counter without hesitation and continued pouring and drinking liquor from her hands into a ceramic cup.

It's one of Ellistar's drinkers, where drinkers and whorehouses concentrate, and where the Chamber of Commerce wholesales alcohol.

"So come on. I don't have a husband right now. Why don't you come by next week?

A woman turns her sharp gaze to the side.

You're drunk, aren't you making a scene?

"I've been talking about that before, so I asked you today."

Imal against is smiling, lovingly responding.

Here, the "Lunar Inn" pavilion was the most underpaid customer of the Chamber of Commerce, a tavern that also served as a lodging.

Ishur glanced into the store. The whole room feels thin and dirty and doesn't look very thriving. It was not yet time for guests to come, but there was one dude with a sloppy style in the guest seat, who was drinking. He has a slender sword on the table.

I don't see many with swords all over the city. I've been drinking in a store like this since this hour, so I guess I'm not being tough.

"You can't help not being here. You can't pay what you can't."

Imal told me that there was someone investing in this store, and that the man's mistress was leaving the store open with this woman. "Husband" is not in this store. I don't know who the guy is, but I can look him up and charge him, but then this woman, the owner of this store, has a rounded face.

It's time to stop trading here, but it's probably time for the tide.

"But you haven't paid much anymore. Can't you handle it"

"Shut up."

Either she boiled her business down to the eating imal, or the woman turned to the man who drinks alone when she told her to spit and throw away her mouth.

"Hey, don't drink all the booze. I'll give you one."

A man stood up looking troublesome. He took the sword that was standing on him and pulled it out of his sheath.

Are you here? Have you seen or read anything, it's a familiar pattern.

"Hey, give me a break. When one is drinking in a good mood."

I'm coming at you with a sword longer than I thought. He has a tired look but is still young. Somewhat above Imal.

Ishur stepped out one step before Imal.

There is a slight breeze inside the store.

It's easy to put this man in pain, but naturally you have to make sure they don't think you used magic. I haven't brought my sword today. How to do it.

So Imal pulled Ishur's arm from behind.

"Let's pull here."

Speak up in low voice,

"You have no choice. I'll be back."

"You can't do that shop anymore. We have to stop the deal."

Imal blurred as people also walked down the streets of the still sparse pleasure district.

Ellistar's pleasure district is on the south bank of the river that flows through the city, downstream. Drinkers, whorehouses, take-in lodges, casinos, and some unfamiliar industrial shops were hissing into narrow compartments.

"Do you want to go to the husband, the woman at the store said"

"No, Mr. Seville was looking into his husband, but he's a very bad businessman. Looks like one of the faces around here."

Imal whispered and looked around for a moment.

"That's why you want to take it directly from that store. As tranquil as possible."

And Imal put his arms together,

"It costs money, but it would be easier if I asked for two caution sticks in a mercenary guild."

Mercenary guild! Speaking of which, I thought I'd have to go next time.

"Mercenary guild, is it?

"Yeah. We do sometimes, too. Looks like he's doing a lot more than mercenaries in his little guild. Well, everything's in the shop."

A few days later, on a day when he didn't have as much work as half a day at the Chamber of Commerce, Ishur decided to go to the mercenary guild.

I honestly told Seville that I would like to go to the guild in advance and that the Chamber of Commerce would like to do the same in my spare time.

At about the age of Ishur anyway, I can't let him do dangerous work such as escorting caravans or merchant sticks. I don't know about the future, but warcraft crusade requests and more are rare in the area. Perhaps there is only one job that will allow me to do as much as deliver letters and goods to the whole city and suburbs of Ellistar.

Cash in, want to make acquaintances of city people, especially their peers, want to remember the city and the geography around them, spare time. Ishur convinced Seville by piling up many reasons.

Since the Chamber of Commerce deals with items with high unit prices, such as brown sugar and luxury liquor aged in wooden barrels the other day, and since wholesale is the focus and retail is rarely done, it is not necessary to work busily from morning to evening every day. The bulky liquor delivery is also hired downstairs by neighborhood youngsters, old people, etc. to help, so Ishur and Imal, one of them should follow. Neighborhood children come to help clean stores and warehouses, too, so you don't have to do it. So I usually had free time for it.

"Why would you do that?," Imal has heard,

"I'd like to go around Wang Capital or Alva if I can in the future. That's why I wanted to save money from now on," he replied.

Seville and Furne, the couple have no children. If this continues, Imal may be adopted and will succeed the Chamber of Commerce. Ishur was naturally not willing to interrupt there, and I didn't like it when it seemed like it, so I thought it was a good opportunity to tell her a little bit of a deception about the future I was thinking about.

Anything shop, the mercenary guild was just a little behind one of the paths to gather in the square in front of the castle. The ground floor was a martial arts store, or even a substantial hardware store and grinder, and when I went inside to open an old damaged door, the first huge battle axe, a baldish like who the hell had it, a halvard, etc jumped into my eyes. And beneath them were two hand swords and spears, one hand swords and knives, and the likes of twilight, twilight, and twilight, and so on, that they covered the room, and stood in chaos. In front of him, a middle-aged craftsman wore an agura and placed a knife for cooking on a large grinding wheel, sharpening the blade.

I've been looking at it blurry for a while, but the craftsman doesn't react at all to whether he's noticed Ishl or not. The guild is upstairs, and there must be quite one way in and out, so I guess I won't react unless I can even speak.

Ishur climbed a slightly narrow staircase beside him.

Up the stairs, there were no inner doors or anything, and suddenly it was on the floor of the guild. There was a little space in front, one small table with two chairs and a counter in the back, and one woman with a mediocre appearance, about twenty years old, sat down.

"There you are."

The woman raised her face and saw Ishur coming up the stairs and called out.

"Is this the mercenary guild you want?

"That's right. You've never been here before, have you? Come here."

When the woman looked down and did the mess, she came out with a bunch of flat-closed paper and said:

"Then register first. Can you write?

For a moment I thought it would be better to have a pseudonym, but I decided to write my real name honestly because I had to live in addition to my age, gender and also my place of residence. I don't think so, but I can't wait to be queried later.

If I wrote Seville Chamber of Commerce at the place of residence, the woman,

"Oh, you're not a customer," he said.

So there were signs of people moving in the back of the room. They had a messy stack of desks lined up behind the counter with rolls of paper, bundles of paper, stone boards, etc., and someone behind them.

A middle-aged, oddly thin man stood up and walked over here, standing beside the woman at the counter.

Huh!?

Ishur didn't realize the man existed. No, I didn't notice.

The man's name is Twaf, and he was the guild leader for this little mercenary guild. The woman named her Maura. The thinness of the impression, very similar to that of a man, was thought by age to be the daughter of Twaf. They usually cut up guilds with these two.

Twaf sat on the counter instead of Mora. Is it because of the consideration that this one is a customer?

The Frontera Chamber of Commerce purchases products at Frontera's head office approximately every three months. At that time, naturally, I hire a caution stick to escort me on the road. I was asking this guild to arrange it.

"Thirteen."

Twaf said it in a somewhat loving way.

Thirteen by the count. No problem.

"If you're not a little older, I can't let you do the dangerous work. Besides, you can't stay or live here, can you? I have a job for the Chamber of Commerce."

As such, it was not Roku's job that Tswaf had put out.

Help shopping for merchants' hideouts, five seals (five copper coins)

Open-air merchant luggage pull, ten seals

Miscellaneous use of silver mills, twenty seals

Delivery of letters to the village of Ceuta (unscheduled), from thirty seals, whatever, but even if we leave in Ichi in the morning and go early on foot, it will be night to return. From thirty seals, that would be if there were one letter, but even if there were two letters, it probably wouldn't be sixty seals. On the five seals I can only buy about two loaves of bread. If you eat in a cafeteria or something in the city, it won't be ten seals.

Well, it's like growing hair for a child's use, so I guess it's like this.

"Um, I didn't bring it today, but I can use my sword. Maybe if we stay another night or so, we'll figure it out."

"Hmm."

Twaf winds his arms together and thinks.

"Did someone learn that you could lay a sword? You mean from the Knights knights?

"Uh, that's..."

Well, what do we do? I can't help lying right away.

"You're good at it. I have no choice."

Ishur is saying, he broke it for me in Tsaf. He looked at Mora,

"Was it the day after tomorrow that Gorn returned?"

"Yes."

"Then come back after noon in three days. Let's see how much mercenaries you can pay for our work. [M] Let's have a practice match."

Oh! This is a great opportunity.

Professional mercenaries, it will be a good opportunity to try how much your sword passes on the caution stick.

Better than taking on the guild's work.

So Tswaf came out with his hands and said:

"Twenty seals. Rent."

Three days later at noon, Ishur headed to the mercenary guild again, everything. This time it's a one-handed sword for adults I got Else on my back, Ishur uses it as a two-handed sword —— but he carries it on his back.

I was concerned about the eyes of those who crossed the road, but so many didn't even care, as there were occasionally people who glanced at Ishur's sword. It wasn't so much to worry about.

Up the stairs of the guild, he held a long sword in the chair on the floor, put his chin on top of the grip, and there was a big man sitting there in a puffy. My shoulder muscles are high and uplifting.

The big man lifted his neck and looked at Isul, telling him to scream out loud when he showed a bare gesture to think for a while.

"Boy! Long time no see. You are."

The big man, Gorn, used to come from time to time with a merchant escort coming to the village of Bersch, that's why it was a big caution stick.