Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

And behold, the LORD of voices set up a seat near the entrance, the merchants' odyssumas. He is desperately twisting his head in order to remember something with a nice smiley odyssuma.

Good luck! Remember!

If I was cheering in my heart, that Odysama suddenly opened her eyes and pounded her hand.

"I remember! It's definitely Oz, the weapons dealer! I thought you said something about a meeting with a civilian health officer."

"If it's Oz from the weapons store, I know it, too. Was he a civilian officer?"

Mark shrugged, wondering how unexpected.

"Come on, you're a bear. It's suspicious if he's a civilian officer, but you know who he is anyway."

"Thank you very much!

I'm so happy that I got some very powerful information.

"This, it's for information! Thank you so much!

If I put the ale that Odysama always asked for in front of me with a ton, Odysama narrowed her eyes and opened the glass to me all at once.

"Good for you, Chris. Everyone here really depends on you."

"Yes!"

"Just fine. Chris, I need you to go and use it now. The usual ingredients are fine."

When she rushes to receive her seemingly thrown purse and basket, Dawn and I are luxuriously pushed back by the general.

"Then meet Oz, the arms dealer! It won't take long, so please keep advertising our store!

"Madam General......! Are you sure?

"This kind of thing should be quicker. Mark, protect him properly."

"Naturally. Because that's what I do."

Charin, making a noise and putting the drinks on the table, Mr. Mark left the store before me. I'll follow the rest in advance.

"Thank you, General! I'm coming!

When I said it and jumped out the door, I hit something with Dawn.

"I was there..."

"Are you okay? I'm in too much of a hurry."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

It was Mark's back...... it was hard enough to think it was a wall, but the back of someone working out is stiff after all.

"Mmm, you haven't even got a nosebleed. Let's go, then."

In a busy market, after completing the requested shopping such as vegetables, meat and spices, I walk after Mark, who stands first and walks.

About five minutes walking from the market, inside the boulevard heading out of town, there was Mr. Oz's weapons store.

The boneless stone shop is marked with a sign indicating an iron weapon shop.

There were an overwhelming number of men in and out, and everyone of them seemed to be adventurers wearing some sort of weapon, protective gear. Mr. Mark doesn't feel uncomfortable, but I'm standing in a shopping cage in an apron like a town girl, and when I go into that store, I'll definitely float.

But I can't help all this. In the meantime, it's good to have Mr. Mark with us.

"We're coming in."

"Yes!"

When I answered in a temper, Mr. Mark blew me out.