Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

The next day, Tor and the others headed for the armor store in the back of the familiar alley, not the garden.

Because of the guidance of the Adventurers Bureau so that at least two days to get tired are free.

The product I was asking for was suitable when it was time to finish.

"Looks like you're probably busy today, old man."

"Oh, thanks to someone. Look, we can do it."

Apparently, the supply of mucus from the slime that had lagged behind calmed down the repair costs that had risen in value and the situation was pushing for a fix order at best.

The price of adhesive, which had been stable thanks to Thor for nearly a decade, seems to have created an unexpected aftermath.

"That's Beppin's share first. Give it a try."

"Yes, this way,"

Yuryl's thin, beautiful toe fits perfectly in a leather shoe made from the back skin of a rock lizard's rear leg placed on the table.

The grey-eared woman, who walked around lightly, stopped with a surprised face and let her step on the spot.

"This is..."

"What do you say? The sole. I didn't think I'd get this far."

"Surprised. You have no sense you're stepping on the floor. Yeah, it's like... walking on snow"

Born in the North, Euril reminds her of her homeland, or makes her smile nostalgic.

"Is it tough or loose somewhere?

"Yes, it fits. Thank you so much for making such a wonderful thing, Lamou."

"Well, it's not a bad idea for a beauty to thank you. All right, boys next. Oh, those shoes..."

The shopkeeper raised his voice as surprised when he noticed his aim in the lightning beast leather shoes the child was wearing.

To that appearance, Thor scratches under his chin in silence.

The reason I didn't dare bring Moo here lately was because of these shoes.

I was wondering if a cute kid like his grandson wearing shoes made by someone other than himself would just undermine Rameau's holding as a craftsman a little.

The shopkeeper looks at Shiatsu Moo's leather shoes in front of the Tors, who spit on the occurrence of the feared event.

And after he put his hand on his chin and nodded loudly, he suddenly dusted his nickel off his face.

"How about that. Comfortable, huh?

"Yeah, it's Saiko, Grandpa!

"Ha, isn't it?

Thor raised his eyebrows greatly, usually to the sudden change of the difficult shopkeeper.

Did that face look strange, Lamou makes me laugh niggardly.

"Hey, you didn't even notice?

"Yeah? What if..."

"Oh, you've decided I made it"

If you ask me, there's no way the Temple of Court side has a prior idea of Moo's foot size.

Rameau complains about his exaggerated face to Thor, who completely overlooked that point.

"Damn, I'm disappointed in you. How many years have we been dating? Dear Director, this is an immediate order, and I'm quite in the mood. But I don't want to show it to you."

"Sorry about that. Sorry."

"If the boy likes it, that's enough."

"Did Grandpa make this? It's slippery, so let's go to Moo's!

"Right, right. Do you enjoy slipping?"

"Yeah, it was filled with crocodiles, shima and loo yesterday!

You remembered that word, and Sora sounds worried.

"Moo, Rudell's weak, so you shouldn't let him get too messy"

"Yeah, well, Lou's got a lot on his mind."

Because of a troublesome mixed disease, Rudell doesn't have much strength and soon he's out of breath.

Moo seemed well aware of that point.

Tighten your chest and say "salari."

"So instead of Moo's, I did it. Looks like we're slipping together, and Lou was there!

"Oh well. That would be reassuring. Yeah, Moo, you're sweet."

"I want to have a cobbler because it's obvious."

Moo proudly let Sola lift her jaw as she gritted her tweezers.

The shopkeeper and the girl nod with pleasure at the adorable figure.

But Thor hadn't missed hearing the fact that he was about to be poured into the soothing air.

"No, seriously. You shared your senses with Rudell?

"Yeah, what did you do? Toe."

"Moo's vision, uh, did you show him your eyes?

"That's right! Because it's a cobbler. But no pussy, though."

Moo's rare root properties < sensory sharing > can use the sight and hearing of others.

It has always been common for Moo to use someone's senses unilaterally.

But only a special person, a family member, should have been able to share Moo's senses and magic tricks.

"Hmm, the separation of a different component from a family"

"You seem to allow me to share just the senses when I'm talking about Mm"

"You couldn't, To"

"No, I thought you might want to use this. But don't pee too much."

"Yeah, we got it. Let it go!"

Everyone leaked a small chuckle this time to the child who replied like he had no idea.

"I don't know what it is, kid, but wear this. You've got your share, lady."

What the neck tilted shopkeeper had put out was a dazzling cape with white scales.

Moo and Sola, handed to me, raise their voices and quickly gather themselves together.

"Wow, I did it. Thanks!

"Does Grandpa like Moo?"

"Hmm, I happen to have excess leather, and I just kind of feel like it. Don't get me wrong."

"I like it, too. Yikes! Mr. Lamou."

"Moo too, Grandpa, that's awesome!

The three, getting new gear and in a good mood, waved a big goodbye greeting to the shopkeeper as he left the store.

Thor, who was at the rear of the line, looks back and offers his hand to Lamou.

I didn't say anything. They held hands tightly.

Later that night, the carriage carrying the four Tors and Garud and Salaritha again headed into the wilderness.