Thirty minutes to stray from Slam Street. I went out to the main street place of the slum.
There's a stall or something.
Full of suspicion. Who needs what? That stuff was sold.
"Will it be formed as a business?
"Without this place, slum dwellers can't live. It's a place."
If you ask me, yes. No slum dweller wearing a borough goes to the city and sells it to me. Not to mention the world of crushing and using copper coins. I guess it just seems like blasphemy for money to someone in a decent business.
"Where did you get that garbage?
Obviously all I can't think of a use for using my imagination to the full, such as what I said was scrap material or worn out. You slum dweller, you're a reuse genius!
"It's from all kinds of places, in the middle of the night"
You're unexpectedly a worker. Well, it doesn't seem to be paying off.
It's all I can't do with my imagination, so as I watched it flush, there was a stall with a tooth rat hanging.
"... there's something else..."
Looking over, there were several stalls selling tooth rats.
"When you bring one tooth rat, you get half. The Demon Stone will be bought out of half iron."
"Half iron?
"Iron gold that can only be used in slums. Roma, show him."
Roma and I were like the eldest sons of three brothers, and he gave me about five millimeters of iron grains out of the pouch he lowered to his waist belt.
"It feels like you made it from an iron plate."
It's not even a millimeter thick, so it feels like I tapped it, stretched it, and cut it with fleas or something.
"I don't know, but I can live for three days with half iron."
I don't know a lot about life in the slum, so I can't give it back well, but I found out that the guy who's partitioning this place is pretty smart.
... in a small economy, but I can only say that the skill in establishing it is brilliant...
"But here you are. And then it won't destroy the economy of the slums."
Maybe, but a slum is like being made up of tooth rats. If you take that away from me, it could collapse all at once.
It's a strange story about order in the slums, but it's richer and safer than a bad rural area. I'm just a little tempted to break this.
"Well, what is it..."
Damn, I'm starting to get confused.
Walking around wondering what's wrong, it doesn't look good to be in a slum... say, what, what, what is this place?
Something doesn't resemble an Adventurer's Guild, but there's no such thing as an Adventurer's Guild in a slum, or some kind of store. No, there's a cafeteria-like combination. What the hell is this place?
"It's like hello work."
And, Mr. Tea Cat.
"Hello work? In a slum? Are you going to make it?
I guess I can slam because I don't have a job. If I had a job, I'd be promoted to Lower Town.
"We've never been inside, but it looks like we have a lot of work to do. I've seen a lot of people go out of town."
"And then no one saw them, isn't that Othi?
There's definitely a crime going on, that!
"I'll be back before sundown properly. I don't know what you're doing."
I can't imagine at all. What kind of work are you doing?
Harrowwork, you feel more like a talker than that. There were still a few of them, drinking something.
"... uh, booze, so...?
They were blushing and definitely drunk.
"The slum guy makes a little money, and he drinks it."
No, I can understand that. There's hope for the future. He lives instantly. But I don't understand the slums being able to drink.
I hear that grain zones are cheaper than water, but in vibrations alcohol is a hobby and an import. Duke which said that even the ale said to be the liquor of the common man is higher than the others.
And you think they're gonna drink? It can't be!
No, calm down, me. In fact, the slums are drinking. Then accept it honestly.
"You know the price of booze?
"You've heard of being able to drink a glass with four halves of iron. I don't know the details. We don't drink."
If you can live three days with half iron, do you mean alcohol is quite expensive? If you can still drink, you can call it general alcohol.
"You mean that's all they're made of?"
Shit! I don't know what it is anymore!