- 10: 00 am on June 3, 120 Holy Calendar -
I didn't expect the day to come when I would be out of town working at the Mansion.
This time is magical instructional time, but I guess Miss Ferris couldn't tell me anything strongly about Bright Boy or Alfred.
Now I'm out of Brunei City by myself, trying to buy something.
Of course, Porch is guarding the mansion with his eyes open. I'm asking those two to study themselves while reading magic books.
I would have thought after the afternoon of magic instruction.
Bright boy's magical abilities grew up to be unusual already.
It took just half a month to repair the magic of inferior attacks, aids and healing.
I have asked Miss Ferris to balance out any magic other than offensive magic in the last two days. Not as good as Bright Boy, but the absorption rate is high while he is a child.
Whoever has done some minor magic hits a wall.
That's strength.
A junior magician is no good in less than human movements. No, it's not good for a concurrent motion.
Then we just have to get him to move. It's not like I should just stand and activate magic.
At least I don't want a magician like that growing up in my magic class.
And what I suggested to Bright Boy was instruction in caning.
I told him this was also a fine magic instruction, and knowing what it meant, he was excited and shook his head vertically.
Yes, if I'm going to support my sister, I'm going to have to work with her. Well, Jun's prowess is at Giorno or Lilia level. It'll take a lot of training, but I've never been able to keep my strength up.
That's why I came out of the city to buy a wooden stick used for caning. You have to cover the tip with cotton to make it your child's specification, but it's about a fast-growing child. You'll be able to take that soon, too.
I thought I would be selling training sticks and swords to weapons stores, and I came all the way to the commercial district of Brunei, and I tried to get into a store that looked good, whether it was with me anywhere in the boulder.
Then a crouched voice pulling my back made me stop my leg.
"Brother, don't do that shop."
Looking back, there stood a tall middle-aged man, who had accumulated an area of mustache bigger than his head.
It would be in the forged flesh and the thick arms that you are not fat but your body looks that way. Liquor bottle on right hand side, liquor bottle on back. And there's also a liquor bottle on my left hand, and my nose is going to go crazy because of the liquor that covers my body.
"Um, something?
"I don't know what you're buying, but I told you not to."
"Didn't you decide that after I walked into the store?
"It's tiny. But let me tell you what I think of this store. Looks great, cuts, finishes, prices suck."
That's all I said, an all-back thin man with glasses popped up from inside the store.
"Ah! Do something to discredit our reputation! Just disappear or I'll blister!
A man in a store yelling at a middle-aged man in a female tone.
"Why, I guess I just told you the truth."
Without putting his pointy mouth back, the middle-aged man drinks.
"I'm sorry. Customers! Come on, get inside!
When I walked into the store as I was invited, I walked into the store and was a little surprised by the fact.
Looks good...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Just a hell of a price to see for it. The precautionary note written in the corner has the letter "No Trial Slash".
A little messy build even if you come close and look at the finish. It's my feeling that we can't stand for weapons, but in an age of powerful monsters, it's a very unfortunate assortment of products.
Even so, all I want is a stick of wood.
"What kind of weapons are you looking for?
"Oh, I'm looking for a training stick"
The guy at the store frowned a little, but I guess he's a pro there. He immediately took me to the corner.
Guests choose quite a bit, apparently.
Fine work is luxurious, but its clasp is terrible. Why do you have to pay 2,000 gold for a training stick?
I threw up so loud I could breathe on my shoulders, I left the store.
You can't help but distrust the man in the store who doesn't chase the one who leaves, and who doesn't say anything to the one who leaves.
This is not a lot of repeaters.
When I left the store, what a middle-aged man still stood, drinkin '.
"Hihihi" laughs happily at me smiling bitterly.
"Come to us."
I follow behind it like I follow the smell of alcohol.
The big difference between modern times and this era is that magicians and warriors use weapons stores?
In modern times, the phenomenon of magician customer engagement would not occur at the merchant store.
About five minutes after I left the store, an old building greeted me.
The name of the store is "Mars Weapon". The weapon of the god of war is a thoughtful name inside.
Once inside, it was a heterogeneous space. This smell and unique atmosphere is somewhere I've felt it before.
Looking is not so good, but a mirror-finished body and the sharpness of the blade that makes your back snap. Affordable for a grip thinking about handles.
That's amazing, that guy. I don't think he's just drinking.
"Do you like it?
"You want to show it to someone you know."
"That would be nice. Keep it advertised next time. Hihihi."
"But that's not what I'm looking for today."
"Well, you're a rare magician. But it's not like you don't use it, is it?
The man put his elbow on the counter and, after a grunt and a drink, pointed to the protective knife he had pointed at my nostalgia.
I bought it a while ago in Regalia, the king's capital.
You noticed a lot when you were hiding somewhat in your cape.
"It's for protection."
"That's why I thought I could be a little eye-catching. If that's the case, I know it's coming out of that store. So, what do you want?
"Give me a training stick. Depending on the degree, there may be new ones in the future."
"Oh, do you even teach caning?
That's what I'm talking about.
"What's your age and back length?
"I'm about this boy of nine and this girl of ten"
I briefly described the Bright Boy and Miss Ferris information, and the man, after a little thought, walked to the corner at the center end.
"Then this is it."
The pattern is carefully shredded for easy holding and is child-friendly.
It's rare to get this far in these days.
I paid the money I kept from the mansion and got proof of it.
"Come again, brother"
"... Hi"
That guy who sends firm feelings for cheap shopping too, you're a good shopkeeper inside.
I went back to the mansion and gave Alfred the rest of the money, and I headed up to the backyard.
There was a tear-eyed pouch that was crossed over his back and was pulling his ears instead of his reins.
"Aita-tattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattatt
Bright boy is trying to stop, of course.
But you won't be hostile to Miss Ferris with your mouth, just watching in panic.
"Come on, let's get out of here... no!
"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts -!?
Porch getting her ass pounded properly.
How pathetic. It's pathetic, but it looks interesting, so let's see some more.
"An assortment of fruits doesn't fit the bill!
I see, after they already caught it.
"Then I'll give it a week."
"Ha-ha-ha! Please call me a dog!
Ha, you're already a dog.
"Ring!
"Awwww!"
"Sit down!
"Sassy!"
"Hands!
"Shh!"
"Penis."
"No!
As I held my belly, Bright boy noticed my presence.
"Dr. Pauer!
"Oh, yabba."
Miss Ferris seems to have noticed me too.
Apparently, you're aware of me as a teacher.
Porch with glasses out of somewhere in a panic is pointing to the sky using an instruction stick.
"This is how the technology for embedding magical formulas in magic was established!
Wow, did you teach that much in this instant?
"Oh, that? Aren't you the master? That was fast, wasn't it?
"Fruit Platter"
"A week!
Isn't there a direct connection between your brain and your voice, this dog?
"Ko, is this............!? What the hell magic did you hang on me, Master!?
Even if they say so in the wind, my heart is not ridden.
"Appetite."
"Oh, I'm convinced."
"Come on, both of you, it's a training wand."
Handing it to each of the Bright Boys and Miss Ferris quickly caused Miss Ferris to shake it.
Bright boy took it in front of him and made his face snap.
But that was the same for Miss Ferris.
"It sounds pretty good, doesn't it? That's a shock close to action."
On the first weapon in their hands and their senses, their faces harden and they just stare at their paralyzing hands.
Then Bright boy realizes. On the engraved mark on the pattern at hand.
"Uh, Garm... xaragi... that's your work. It feels so good to be familiar with your hands."
……………… What?