Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Just a wooden box of about a meter in height, both lined up, had been transformed into a stunning product display stand by being hung with a clean, water-colored cloth.

Small barrels, cages, etc. are arranged on such a display deck, and numerous bottles are particularly eye-catching. The contents were colorful dried fruit.

Why are there dewstores here, overlooking colorful fruits whose vibrancy hasn't been compromised even when they're dry? and his heir (Tsugutsu) questioned, but if you look closely, there were only a few similar dewstores and stalls around.

I can see how those who don't already have a bump bucket saying they've redeemed stones are shopping there thoughtfully.

"- Brother, did they steal everything...?

The dewstore dealer spoke to his heir again.

The man, who appeared to be the outdoor shopkeeper lined with dried fruit, was around thirty years old and had a soft smile that seeped out the beauty of people.

Hear what such an out-of-the-box dealer has to say.

(Stolen, what are you talking about?

and the heir frowns. but I was convinced that I often try to remember who I am now.

One stone squeezed, shoulder dropped, and it was something that stood there with even a sigh, so I guess I was mistaken for stealing every bucket of mined stone and I was halfway there.

"It was a disaster - rather than a boulder? Normally, you should keep it with you."

(No, you can't dig a stone if you don't let go of the bucket)

The heir put a scratch in his heart, but never put it in his mouth.

I could understand their mysterious language for some reason, but I didn't think the outdoor shop in front of me could understand Japanese.

"Do you have some companionship? There's nothing you can do about it with a boulder or a single ore."

The open-air merchant turned his gaze to the stone in his heir's hand.

- Magic?

The heir listened back in Japanese to a word that could only be understood by the meaning of magic.

Soon - Shit, I thought,

"Yeah? Yes, it's magic. Magic Ore. Didn't you know you were mining?

The outdoor dealer replied as a matter of course to his heir's Japanese.

"What? You don't understand Japanese!?

"Nihon?... Oh, is that the word you're using? That's the first word I've ever heard, and I don't know."

In the eyes of his heir turning to the dewstorer, the question often arose as to what the hell this man was talking about.

He replies kickingly to his heir's Japanese, even though he says he doesn't understand.

If you really don't understand Japanese, what is this conversation that is now in place?

"No, obviously -"

But his heir just tried to recruit him to the outdoor shop, and he realized it.

I was wondering if I was the same.

Just like the dewstores who say they will hear Japanese for the first time, so will their heirs. This is the first language the dewstores have heard today. I have no idea the pronunciation or grammar of that language. Even so, if you listen to the words, you can only understand what they mean.

The heir thought he was the only one who went crazy and was in that condition, but so was this dewstore- no, to think of it in terms of the dewstore-dealer's attitude, which even behaves as if it were natural, maybe all the people here were in that condition.

His successor thought that the more information he gathered, he should know a little about what was going on, but the more information he had, the less he could figure things out.

I suddenly cut the word and saw how my successor was delayed by the idea.

"... brother, I know you're depressed, but, well, cheer up. He said he was moaning, and he wouldn't come back with anything stolen."

The outdoor shopkeeper uttered a grand mistake.

His successor, who was diving into the sea of thought, hears the voice and returns consciousness to the opener.

I reconsidered that the only time I thought about it was after I had all the information.

"... oh yeah. Well, I feel more confused by the rare situation than depressed."

"Unusual... maybe you've been in Berg lately?

Berg...... is that the name here? and tilt his inner neck.

"Lately, well, today."

"Uh, well, you weren't really twisted. This is something I can say to the city in general, because it brings a lot of people together anyway. There are a lot of people out there who work to steal. Especially since Berg is always understaffed in the mining of magic ore, there's basically something like welcome for anyone who even digs stones -"

Saying so, the opener looked over at those gathered in the square, slightly lurking his voice,

"- And when it does, it brings all sorts of people together, even the bandits."

I mean, it's not uncommon to steal around here.

While the heir looks a little bitter at the unpleasant facts, she remembers not to overhear the words of the outdoor shopkeeper.

- What are you gonna do about it?

The opener asked, pointing to the stone held by his heir.

"You sound like an asshole to line up for one of these."

"Ha ha, I guess. Would you like me to buy it?

"Are you sure? How much?"

"I wonder if one big copper coin would be the market for this much stone. Uh-huh, that's pretty pure from what I've seen, and besides, how about a piece of copper plus eleven larks?

I mean, how much is that, the heir wanted to say, but I'll put up with it.

I felt bad for boulders to be known for not understanding the value and unit of currency.

If that's known, he can be blown away all he wants, and more importantly, the guy who doesn't even know that is simply suspicious.

"... eleven larks? So, is there anything I can buy?

In an attempt to grasp the value of gold, the heir looks at the products lined up in the outdoor store as she throws a changing ball of questions.

"Uh-huh, if it's eleven larks on a boulder, you can only do about dry fruit. It's a lark with one of these spoons. Oh, do you have a bag? If you don't have it, this bag is thirty larks."

The wooden spoon the dewstore is really small and looks just the right size to add sugar to your coffee. A lark with that spoon. My successor thought that if I did poorly, even if I did eleven times that, I would be able to finish eating in one bite.

In addition, the small wipe bag offered by the dewstore dealer is thirty larks. I can't even buy those little wipes.

Apparently, the eleventh lark was quite a lot of money.

If I fixed it to Japanese yen, it might not be worth a hundred yen.

I wouldn't even say that I could stay somewhere long enough, but it was my heir's true intention that I wanted at least a meal or so.

When my heir turned her attention to the sun as she began to lean on me to see what I could do with such a large sum of money - speaking of which, I realize.

The heir explored his pockets - when he took out the transparent stone, he offered it to the dewstore.

"Can you buy this?

Seeing that stone on the palm of his heir, the dewstorer looks out.

"Oh, that's an ether crystal."

Apparently, the transparent stone is an ether crystal.

"If it's the first time you've dived today and picked it, you're in luck. Yeah, but if they stole your stuff, I guess it's bad luck to subtract it. Ha ha."

(I mean, they didn't steal my stuff. You mean I'm lucky? No, but can a lucky guy get lost in a place like this for no reason...)

"- So? Can you buy it?

"Of course I do. I would definitely like to buy it. If you're going to sell it to me, color it over the market - two big silver coins and five silver coins are going to come out."

The opener said confidently with two fingers on his right hand and five fingers on his left hand pointing at his heir, but the heir at the time - so how much is it, he blurred in his heart and glistened.

"That? Dissatisfied? Two large silver coins were sold over there at best, and often one or two silver coins, right?

I decided to sell the stone at the price the opener said because the decision as to whether or not the opener's words, which I would say while pointing to a line of people lined up with buckets, was true, was not for my heir, but I was not willing to line up now to make sure of it.

"Okay. The price is fine, put that bag aside."

"- Bags are for this dried fruit? Just bags?"

"Wallet."

"Oh, I see. Well, one magic ore, one ether crystal, two thousand five hundred and eleven larks at a time, and an extra bag. Maido."

While counting the gold received and putting it in a bag, the heir calculates it with the information on the currency spoken by the dewstorer until now.

Two large silver coins. Five small silver coins. One large copper coin. One small piece of copper coin. And this is two thousand five hundred and eleven larks, which means...

One large silver coin is a thousand larks.

One piece of silver is a hundred larks.

One large copper coin is ten larks.

One piece of copper is a lark.

It will be.

Now I have a general idea of the currency and its units. And then if I can get a better idea of its value, I'll look at the outdoor products.

"How much is it like that dried meat?

The heir asked the dewstorer, pointing to a red and black mass about the size of a can of juice, which was in the displayed cage.

"It's not like, it's properly dried meat. One silver coin. Oh, the bag for meat is a little bigger, so it's five big copper coins."

The dried meat is big enough that your heirs won't be able to eat it all in one meal. If that is a piece of silver coin, a hundred larks, if you raise the day with one piece of dried meat, you can live for nearly a month with two thousand five hundred and eleven larks in your hand. The heir went through such a cluttered calculation in his head.

"Okay. Get it."

The heir gave him two pieces of silver coins and received five pieces of dried meat in a bag and five large copper coins of change.

Where he was able to secure a meal, his heir asked the dewstorer what was important.

"Don't you know if there's a place I can stay near here?

This was an urgent matter of concern.

Given the position of the sun, there won't be that much time until the sun goes down anymore. Anyway, if we don't find a place to stay before anything else, in such a strange land, our heirs will be in the wild.

"Uh-huh, inn? That's right. If you're going to be okay... just go straight down from here..."

The outdoor shopkeeper says, pointing to the place where the forest at the edge of the square opened.

"Just before plugging into the boulevard, there is an inn called 'Dragon's Nest Pavilion' on the left hand side, so I guess that's the best place to go"

"That's the Dragon's Nest Pavilion. Okay."

The heir took one breath to relieve herself that she seemed to manage a place to stay.

"Yeah, well, don't let it get you down. Good luck. If you're serious, you can save about a piece of gold right away."

"Gold coins? Oh, well, maybe."

Though wondering if there are gold coins after all, the heir leaves an appropriate raw reply after the outdoor store.

On the back of his stepchildren as he walked away, the dewstorer spoke at the end.

"More to come - welcome to Berg! I hope you're lucky in this city!

For the first time today, his successor broke his mouth to the words of an open-air shopkeeper with a good smile on his face.