Skeleton Knight, in Another World

Dunca, who was discussing the infiltration steps with Arian, put the hood back on her eyes and closed her lid quietly as she put her arms together as she sat down. Apparently we can still afford it by the time we infiltrate.

"Then I guess I'll have to run some errands too..."

When I stood up carrying my luggage bag with that said, Arian stroked me to respond to it and Ponta, who was gobbling on the table, said, "Ki-yun!" He rang and stood up, jumping on his shoulder and climbing.

"I think I know..." he opens his mouth, looking at Arian with a little envy.

"You can't run away here now..."

I'll deny first what she would be concerned about, but she shakes her head to put another concern to words.

"I'm not worried about that anymore. I just wanted to ask you to meet me here early."

That's what she turns to. Apparently, he gained a certain amount of trust. Nodding at the words, he says "I'll be right back" and takes a seat. Ponta still fits in her usual designated seat and rocks her tail left or right, or signs come from the back of her helmet.

Leave the stall village and continue down the street to reach the corner where the store stands. Every store is already closed, and the lights that leak through the windows and the lamps on the street lights that stand in neglect are just lit.

It came to the front of the store where it was intended, but the store door was already closed without leaking into the examples of the stores around it. The wooden signs posted in the store are designed with swords and shields, and the names of the martial arts stores are engraved.

"Ahhh, I knew it was already closed. I had no choice. I'll come back tomorrow..."

I heard a young man talking to himself later when I was making sure the store was closed.

Looking back, a twentieth-generation man in a wagon pulled over and was drooling in the street in front of the martial arts store. It must be like a pedestrian because of the atmosphere and aptitude, the wagon can be seen illuminated by the city lights, which are rarely packed with various luggage.

"Is the pedestrian lord running errands for this armor store, too?

"Huh? Ah! This is a knight!

When this one speaks, the pedestrian young man looks suspicious for a moment and looks at this face, the silver helmet on the black coat to be exact, and rushes out of the carriage and bows his head.

"I'm just a traveling mercenary, I won't be so afraid. So, is the pedestrian lord running errands for this martial arts store?

"Huh? Ah! That, yeah. I thought I'd buy a weapon, but I'm way behind schedule to enter this city..."

That's what the young pedestrian youth say and laugh bitterly. This is exactly what a ship is about to cross. I had no choice but to retrieve the weapon from the crowd earlier.

"Ho, I actually came to the armoury store to sell weapons too, but Hate is already closed... If the pedestrian lord is good, why don't you buy it out?

"Is that true?! Uh, so can I see what kind of weapon...?

"Whatever. It's a loot from crusading bandits..."

With that said, I put the baggage bag I was carrying on my shoulder on the ground and spread the mouth of the bag.

The young man of the pedestrian rushes to fix his smile after an apparently discouraged look on this reply. Was it unsavory to say bandit loot?

When you take the weapon out of the luggage bag and hand it over, the pedestrian youth also reluctantly pulls out the sheath of the sword in their hand to check their condition.

Then the face of the young man, who had taken care of his smile until earlier, changes and reveals a delightful color. As a merchant, my expression is too honest to be completely clear. As a customer, it's easy to understand...

When the young pedestrian pulls the lamp out of the carrier, he relies on the light to pull the weapon this one offered out of the sheath one after the other to make sure it is in good condition.

"Is this really a bandit's loot? It's just a pretty good steel weapon, right?! You need to crush it or rebuild it. Well, if you grind it a little, you can keep selling it!

It's the property of a bunch of people who kidnap the Elves, not bandits, but you don't have to dare say that.

Still, doesn't the bandit basically have a weapon in very good condition......, does that make sense too because it's fundamental for the predators to form a detachment party and loot?

Were you disappointed to hear of the bandit's loot because things were unlikely to be superior?

Did the young man finish appraising the weapons one way or the next he roared as he put his arms together and looked at the weapons arranged on the carrier.

"Uh-huh, fifteen high quality weapons all in good condition, and this one is even higher quality than the others..."

The sword the young man had, that's the only sword the incompetent man had. He seemed to have the best sword even though he was incompetent.

Indeed, only one of them appears to be a substitute for the sheath and the glow of the sword to draw a line with the others.

And you're obsessed with it and you don't realize it, your voice is leaking in vain. If I had hidden the information earlier, I would have bought it cheaply and sold it high elsewhere (approximately)...

Can this man be Dae-sung as a merchant?

"Sum it all up and you can't just buy it hand-held for a bit...... then narrow it down to which...... uhh"

"Ten socks a bottle, maybe 150 socks in all, Lord Pedestrian?

As for this one, I don't want to take the extra baggage with me because I have an undercover operation coming up. I haven't had a problem with the money so far, besides not having trouble getting it bought cheap because I don't have my original hands on it.

"Huh!? I would normally buy 30 bottles a bottle, right?!

"... Dear pedestrian, that kind of thing is something to keep quiet about..."

When he complained to a merchant who had too honestly guerred the unit price, the young man of the pedestrian hurriedly blocked his mouth with his hands.

Are you happy to let this guy's good merchant make you money?

I would like to dispose of my hand right now to this young merchant, so I suggested again the price of 150 gold coins if I don't mind that price.

"Thank you so much! No, I've been here lately because I said there's been a lot of damage from warcraft near the northern border, so I thought the metal from the weapon would sell high."

"Hmm. Then I'm talking about the fact that quite a few big guys have emerged recently in the city of Rubierte, just down the street. Can you buy high-quality weapons for a good price when you're ready?

"Awesome!? Thank you for your valuable information!

When the young man thanked him deeply with expressions such as a joyful face, he loaded his wagon with weapons and pulled his horse straight to the inn with exhilaration. Watching me look back and bow my head many times along the way makes me want to support you, even though I've never seen you before.

Ponta also looks like she's getting her tail up and pretending to rock left and right to say hello. That guy would miss even the Spirit Beast......

With that in mind, when I put 150 pieces of gold coins in the bag, I re-carry the lightened luggage bag on my back and walk out.

The Arians will still be in the street village, so you should rendezvous early.

When I come back to Street Village, I sit in an empty seat because Arian and Danka were sitting in the same seat as earlier.

"That was quick. Have you finished your errands yet?

Ariane feeds another newly ordered skewered grilled meat and asks while fishing for ponta.

Danka remains meditated and armed.

"Um, the loot from them sold for a good price."

"I was frightened. That's what the errands were..."

Arian looks at this with a frightened look when she tells him what the errand is about. At hand, Ariane has captured and rubbed my belly hair where the meaty ponta was caught by the bait and went down to the table.

We have a proper chat watching such an exchange and wait for time to pass.

I sent Arian a look as Danka, who had been asleep until now, gradually took up her seat as the surrounding stalls went one after the other.

Arian also nods at it and takes his seat quietly.

"I'm coming."

When this one takes a seat, Ponta, who was asleep at some point on the table, looks up and rushes over. I pick it up and put it in my usual designated seat, then I grab my stuff and follow Dunca leading the way.

Well, I hope it's all over.

Mumbling such a fine (sausage) and wishful desire, he goes all over the dark city, where the public is almost gone.