Cursed Sword Master

"Right here."

Guided by Sistina, we arrived somewhat out of what could be described as the downtown area of Fresberg, a shop built in a mixed area.

The shop structure looks slightly smaller from the front, but it seems to be deep for that matter, and the grounds seem to be large there. Perhaps the first floor is the store and workshop, and the second floor is the living space.

The door of the shop is hung side by side by side with a sign designing a sword and a shield and two signs designing a ring.

It is stipulated in Fresberg that signs of designs determined to match the items sold are to be issued. Otherwise, they'll have no idea where or what they're selling in this confused city.

Swords and shields are stores dealing with weapons and protective equipment, and rings are stores dealing with magic props.

I can't see the sign indicating the name of the store anywhere, but it doesn't say the name of the store on the note Will gave me, so maybe I haven't decided on the name yet.

"Shall we go then?"

"You're kind of nervous because this is the first time I've ever been made to order. Dear Souzillow,"

"Look, I'm more than a paying customer. You just have to give your opinion and make something good."

"The cherry blossoms are full of ninja goods, please - all the way"

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"Ha... please be gentle"

"Still, Sistina keeps remembering Earth's words. It's a big deal in just one night."

"No... just a few words to say I remember. At first, Master Soujiro was just..."

"Yeah, yeah, don't think that one doesn't have cherry blossoms either, Master Soo. I don't think it's a hobby to let Sistina explain all the eclectic words on Earth."

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"Guha! But isn't it exciting for a cute, pure kid like Sistina to say dirty words while blushing her cheeks like this?

"Uh-huh. Sure, the Sith could have been cute then."

"Wouldn't it be nice if we all got plenty of cuteness last night? You can thank Sistina enough."

"Hey, hey, guys!... no more! I don't know."

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I can't stand it anymore! Leave me alone from yesterday! If you'd just shut up for a moment about when you'd notice, you'd leave it unaware at all, and the four of us would have such fun... not jealous... not so, yes! Shame on you!

Yesterday was the first day I came to the Lord! This is terrible! It's terrible!

Oh, it's finally pretty.

I did realize that the sunflower stopped talking at all yesterday on the way... but I dared to let it go because Hotaru told me to leave it alone empathetically while I nibbled, but you kept it surprisingly long. I guess that just means it was decorated for hundreds of years and has patience.

"Sorry, sunflower.

I made a little fun of you and Hotaru for playing a little witch mountain games. "

"Ku! It's that mountain monkey conspiracy again! We used to fight each other for five minutes… we literally don't have hands or legs! Lord! Please raise me up soon!

"Yeah, I don't want to do that for you. I'm not going to go to the tower until I'm equipped, and I'm not going to get the Demon Stone just for training..."

"Oh no... how long will I be in that mountain monkey"

"And I want Aoi to have a little more knife, too.

I knew I wanted to use one of those swords when fighting for myself. Sometimes I put Hotaru and cherry blossoms back into the knife... but both of them are so specialized in their roles in the party that they can't be removed. "

In my current party, the Wall is Sistina, and Mr. Hotaru has high firepower in the vicinity to play with the main attacker at the same time. And cherry blossoms usually play a role in gathering information, and in combat, they can do everything from reconnaissance to assassination.

Blah, blah, blah, blah. It's a party configuration that I can do enough without. Forced to add my existential significance there comes in the form of a sub-attacker and a guerrilla. The rest is perfect if you are also a backward supported high-powered wizard.

"I want sunflowers to protect me the nearest... can't you?

'To?... No! I can't believe it!

We will protect the Lord in the nearest vicinity!

I somehow understood how to get sunflowers inside last night, so I opened the door of an unnamed store and went inside when I could convince the sunflowers down. Blah, blah.

Once inside the store, there is about three tatami spaces, separated from the back space by a counter. Behind the counter is a small space, right on the wall, with a door in the middle of the wall.

If you look closely, the counter seems to have been placed later. Originally, it must have felt like the back room and the front room.

I don't have any weapons or props in the front room. I don't know if there are any products that line up in stores or if they don't sell themselves side by side.

"Nobody..."

Sistina looks around the store and squeals. Well, it's not even big enough to look around...

"There's a bell on the counter, so why don't you ring it?

Cherry blossoms had already swung their handbells when they said that.

Garang Garang!! and sounds pretty deaf. I guess it's supposed to be something that shakes gently and rings Karan Cologne.

Realizing that I do, I immediately move to stop the cherry blossoms, but before that, the doodles and loud footsteps echo from the back room.

Batan!!

"Who! If you shut up, I won't! Once it rings, you can hear it!

"!... Elves?

It's a word I accidentally spilled when I opened the door and knocked on Jen-royal opponents.

Long, pointy ears tingle from the pale, greenish short hair with long, sliced eyes and neat appearance. He has white, long arms out of his shoulders from his short (tunic) cuffs, resting on his hips, and a thin chest. Thin hips, shorts and a long woman exposed to thin, long legs at all costs. That was the magic engineer Lüstilla.

"No! I did! It was! He did say the Seeker, who was introduced to him today by the Bayce Chamber of Commerce, was coming.

We forgot we were taking it from ourselves. "

I just once appraised Lüstilla, who laughs more luxuriously than I can imagine from a luxurious body.

Lüstilla Industry-15

Age: 28

Race: Long-Eared

Position: Magic Engineer

It was still not an elf. Too bad it definitely looks like an elf in character. I'm already wondering if Long-Eared = Elves would be good in me.

With that said, Frey was a Heiner. Perhaps they often use physical traits or something for race names.

"Is Mr. Lüstilla a magician?

Sistina asks. Oh, yeah. You do think so, don't you? I was wondering if someone with a delicate fingertip like her would do a lot of detailed work creating magic props.

"Nah! I'm a magician. It's my job to do tontenkanten. It's my husband who does it right away."

When Mr Lüstilla says so, he opens the door behind him.

"Hey! You! We've got referrals from the Bayce Chamber of Commerce! I'll have a meeting. You come too!

Look at the sleigh from behind the door and the man who showed up. The words I spilled...

"!... Dwarf? was."

Black brown bristles are stretched to blur and joined with equally stretched jawbeards. A little big eyes and a barrel-like body. I've only come for one shirt like a tank top. Its upper body is covered in muscle and strangely has no hair on its body. The lower body wears long trousers, so the details are unknown, but she has legs that are not that long from what they look like. A man as tall as my chest. That was a man named Dylan the Magic Prop Technician.

Dylan Industry-20

Age: 25

Race: Low Body

Position: Demon Prop Technician

I don't care which one of you is a dwarf... are you a lowlife because you won't be taller in this world... and is it Mr. Lüstilla who looks like an elf in a blacksmith position and Mr. Dylan who looks like a dwarf in a position where there seems to be a lot of fine finesse and magical work?

You're getting a little nervous. Is it okay to trust me and leave it to me?

"Okay! Then why don't we ask for hope. I hear you're a particularly skilled explorer. This is gonna be publicity, and we're gonna do everything we can to help."

Mr. Lüstilla slaps a loud chest with a dong.

"Okay. But before we get into full-scale negotiations, can I have one?

Only the prestige is good, but the arms are no big deal. I don't think so, but it's going to be expensive shopping. I want to see what kind of work I do at once.

"Heh... you're young but careful.

Some of my buddies hate me for saying I'm smart enough to say that, but I don't. I knew credit was important to business. Say it. "

I took the buster sword out of the bag I was carrying on my back and put it on the counter that I broke in the fight with the hierarchy lord.

"Well... were you using this?

"Yeah, I broke it in the fight, but I was hoping you could fix it if you could."

Ms Lüstilla checks her nostrils with a broken sword body and pattern in her hand.

"How much did you buy this for?

"You were thrown and sold for 10,000 marl."

"Heh... you bought it knowing?

"... what?

"No, that's a stupid question. If you didn't know, I wouldn't bother to fix the sword I bought for 10,000 marl.

This is a skilled sword. "

I nodded unexpectedly without even being able to put it in the words I was told to do with a thin laugh.

"I don't know how you identified it, but it's a big appraisal eye."

"I'll give you back the same words. How did you know that?

"This one is an expert in using demonic materials to hit weapons that can use skill and magic. If you don't know that much, you won't be in business.

There are probably a lot of guys who don't know it's the least bit of power. "

I can't believe I can tell if I have the skill of a weapon without using a weapon appraisal... maybe he's actually a great guy.

"I'm familiar with my husband's identification around here."

With that said, Mr. Rüstilla gives the buster sword to Mr. Dylan next door. No, you haven't spoken a word since this crowd came out.

"... a change in weight and an increase in slashing flavor."

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wow! I even hit the content of the skill. It could be this winner. Maybe a technician called first-rate would all know, but at least he's definitely not a bad arm.

"Can you fix it?

"You can't be a weapon. It's possible to melt it and rebuild it, but if you do that, you won't have the skill left and you will become a completely different sword.

If you want to keep this kid's personality alive, you should talk to my husband. "

"... if it's just a change in weight, it can be processed as it is left behind"

"Is it true! Make sure you do. It's like he saved my life because of this guy. Do something about it."

I couldn't have survived that search row without this buster sword. I want this sword, which is too burdensome and broken by my carelessness, to still be alive, even if not as a weapon.

"... Hmm. He likes you, too. Leave it to me."

Mr. Dylan disappeared behind the door with a buster sword when he shook his moustache slightly.

"Heh, sometimes it's unusual for that guy to laugh. That sounds like a good idea. You're quick to finish like that.

You can only complete the formal contract. In the meantime, if you'll just let me know what you want, there's no time to waste. "

I can see that tone is confident and I don't doubt that Mr. Dylan's work will be liked by us.

And I was equally sure that that silent, boneless Dwarf-like person would do a good job.