Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

That was when I returned from my last dungeon quest.

The mints waited in the store for the results of the loot appraisal they had brought back.

Stopped by the antique shop, The Age of the Good Old Mages (Old Good).

Rumors I've heard at the destination liquor store, The Land Dragon Looking Up at the Sun pavilion, say it's a prestigious store for know-it-all grant tools (magic items). In fact, it's horrible because there are unwrought displays of substitutes that you can't get without loading enough gold coins in the store.

The shopkeeper is a sleepwalking blurry eyeglass young man. It doesn't seem very suitable for customer service, but only the arm seems certain. I was able to appraise every item, regardless of its genre, and I was able to give an immediate and accurate answer. Since the original appraisal is done in the respective specialty stores, such as weapons, protective equipment, ornaments, and medicines, it is surprising that the main position is dedicated to granting tools.

But, well, what a good appraiser has seen, the reality is that if the product you bring in is bad, it won't have all sorts of consequences.

The owner of the eyeglasses declares with a smile.

"These ornaments are all fake."

There is a heavy chest (chest) on the counter. Among the openings of the lid are precious metals, gold coins and silver coins glittering in piles.

From the mints who are amateurs, that was supposed to be a treasure of no decency.

"Oh, come on. That's not true. Oh. Mr. Store Manager, I need you to stop joking. Oh? Did you really take a good look at me?

"Yeah well. For example, this is like a silver ring, but it actually turns slightly yellow when rubbed with a prototype stone."

"What's wrong with that, O?

"Real silver doesn't react like that. If you understand, I'll put nitric acid on it, but I think it's probably copper inside."

"Seriously."

"Yeah, and here's another brooch."

"Well, it's made of gold, no matter where it comes from."

"Yeah, it sure could look like gold. I just weighed the specific gravity and everything doesn't seem to be. It's just thinly plated, and it's copper."

"Ho, there's a lot more gold and jewelry, huh? It's not a good idea for anyone else to decide that because there's been a mix of fakes, is there?

"No, we've looked into everything, but unfortunately they all look like well-made artifacts (imitations). If you're not convinced, please let me explain one by one."

"... Seriously"

Marmo the halfling, who had begun to climb the counter and inquired, slipped off and buttcaked like he had lost his power.

The chest was found in the dungeon's stash room. After finding it in that cleverly concealed place, the locks even had a politely elusive trap, so everyone didn't suspect it was fake.

What a poor quality joke to say that it took more than a dozen hours to untap the trap, and since it would be luggage, almost discard the other drop items and finally lift them for two, sometimes fighting monsters while transporting them in turns, and finally bringing them back here.

"I am thoughtless. Awkward, I thought I'd use the gold I got this time as a stepping stone for one letter of famous daisy..."

"I also borrowed money and just replaced it with a chain mail with flame-resistant attributes. What the..."

"Vagina was going to buy back the drunk skittle..."

Three companions who betray their expectations and drop their shoulders disappointingly.

Everyone was hoping that this harvest would be long enough to play for nearly a year, even if it was divided into mountains.

"Ha ha... that would be a booze..."

I was also depressed to say the mint although I would try to get a dry laugh.

On the way home from the dungeon, I was carrying a heavy chest all the way through my head to create a list of things to buy for the big money I got. Magic guidebooks, accessories, sweets I was going to eat, and everything else that I ever wanted to get, all turned out to be water bubbles.

"Uh, yeah. I'll introduce you to a good pickup. It should probably be about five hundred Guerns…"

You just felt sorry for me. That's what the eyewear store owner suggests for a sinking line.

But unfortunately, the cost of exploration will not be recoverable. I was really going to end up drinking.

"Ugh, I don't know if I missed anything. Maybe there's some awesome grant tools or something, huh?

"None of this feels like a piece of magic..."

"How about this ring? Anything?

"If that's the one I just saw... Oh, excuse me, is that a loot too?

"Yes? Yes, I do."

The owner of the eyeglasses calls to the lid.

I thought you were trying to distract from the conversation to deflect Marmo, which involves an untary entanglement, but he's not.

What Mint held in his chest was more than what turned out to be a fake contents of the crate. It was arguably the only loot-like loot.

Garments picked up in the dungeon, covering shoulders and backs from the top of a shaped jacket that pierces the center of the candy circle. It is called a circular shoulder strap (Circular Cape).

It also smells strange because it is obsolete, but it has no defense whatsoever, and it has been confirmed that it is not a granting tool by applying a spell of sensing and concealment destruction beforehand.

But the design was so cute that it seemed like it could be used as a regular outfit, so I couldn't throw it away and brought it back. Mint was thinking of distracting his sinking feelings as he washed this when he returned to the inn.

"Hmm.... woven with yarn produced from a plant called Mardecazbana to see from its smell and its fabric gloss. It has the characteristics to produce a smell that insects don't like so they don't eat fruit."

The eyeglass shopkeeper says with his nose pointed this way.

"Maybe that's a grant tool. Clothing made of that fabric usually incorporates a magic circuit for insect repellents."

"Seriously."

"Is it true?"

"You're lying. Hey."

As a result of the appraisal, the eyewear shopkeeper spotted it.

Apparently, there was a very advanced spell of detection evasion and cover-up that couldn't be broken unless it was a superior spell. 'Appraisal' means that you succeeded in destroying those spells.

A craftsmanship that cannot be done without being quite within the realm of witchcraft as well, with the observation eye and sense of smell being sniffed just by the smell. I didn't think he was very much just the manager of the granting tool store.

"Where did you learn magic?

"No, well, it's kind of a direct message from my master."

Well, the horns of the rabbit, and his companions were very pleased not to have the result of a broken bone because of him. Bug avoidance tools were not so rare in themselves, but the quality was good, and they were definitely expensive items.

It's just a little complicated as a mint. If you were her, your favorite shoulder strap (cape) would no longer be your own. Even if it's just her handle that got it, I can't help but distribute it properly and equally than it is quite an item, so it's party insanity.

Mint looked at it when the three of them suggested selling it instantly, not to mention mountain separating the gold, even though they thought so.

"I don't think that's ever gonna help. Oh. Mostly bugs are fun to collect, but they don't make sense."

"The awkward wonder how capable they are. If you're afraid of bugs, you can just beat them and crush them."

"Well, it might be difficult for you to imagine the occasion when you use it. I'm fine with bugs."

"I absolutely don't like it!

Mint didn't give in hard against the three people who would teach him to mouth.

There are several reasons for that.

First of all, the mint is because I like this shoulder strap (cape) more than I thought.

And that the enchantment granted is' insect repellent '.

She hated big bugs. Especially only caterpillars. I get goosebumps and feel sick just to see them instead of touching them. Naturally, there are large insect-based monsters in the dungeons, and there are many small footed insects all over the stone walls and floors. For her, the Seeker was of such a nature that it was not an exaggeration, but the only thing she could not allow was for those little bugs to sneak into her sleeping bag during the camp.

But as long as you wear this shoulder strap, you won't get worm bites. A must-have for exploring girls.

You couldn't have let go of such a wonderfully capable product if you tried it on her.

And Russia, claiming ownership, I could rub it on the rub, but I ended up bringing it in to cry it off and let it be used without selling it for a while.

As for the three of us, I guess I'm going to look at the fold and sell it, but as for the mint, I kept using it crumbly and then when I saved up the money, I was soul-bold enough to buy it out for about half the price. Above all, I was thinking that they might change their minds, too, in the unlikely event that an occasion came when this granting instrument would be useful.

But Mint himself never thought that this insect repellent cape would have the opportunity to become active after so much time.

"Giggy, giggy, giggy?" "Giggy, giggy, giggy? '" Giggy, giggy, giggy?' "Giggle, giggle, giggle? '" Giggle, giggle, giggle?' "Giggle, giggle, giggle? '" Giggy, giggy, giggy?' "Giggy, giggy, giggy?

I didn't understand what was going on with the killer bees.

I should have been in the middle of hunting until earlier.

I constantly had to collect a lot of meat for the queen in a bad mood to give birth, I was running on a hunt, and I had just the right prey in front of me.

She's still a young, meaty, good-looking female half-elf.

I was pleased that Queen Bee (Queen) would be satisfied because the quality seemed better than the three I was chasing earlier.

And in an attempt to strike at the same time, there was an anomaly.

All of a sudden, the whole herd was trapped in a terrible intimidation.

It feels as if it was being drunk in the stomach of a giant earthworm (Yormungant), the Lord of the Tree Sea, when I realized it.

An absolutely unbeatable force that cannot be resisted.

It is so intense that it constantly drifts from the nest hole to lead the herd and even defeat the sweet pheromone effect of the inspiring queen bee.

It's horrible, I can't move, I just keep moving my feathers on the spot, so make the best of it. Many individuals fell into a state of panic, and the less powerful few lost consciousness and fell.

The killer bees tried to find out where the signs came from.

And I was stunned.

Because, incredibly, the culprit was in front of us.

In other words, it was the female half elf that was emitting the overwhelming signs of intimidating the herd.

Mint breathes relief. Now you won't be attacked as long as you're wearing a bug-repellent shoulder strap (cape).

The power of this shoulder strap was immense.

Even though the flaming walls have already disappeared, the killer bees (Killerby) are not attacked. It also quieted down like a storm filled with animosity until earlier, just floating like a shell out on the spot.

From the shoulder (cape), the magic of a heterogeneous and powerful texture never felt before was emitted. It was as if it were similar to the signs of a giant organism, and it was not hard to imagine that it was having a tremendous impact on the killer bee (Killerby).

The flock is not attacking because its will has been screwed. The only weak feather I hear is the reduced ability to fly. And when this one approaches, it's because I'm afraid to retreat. At least this cape seems to have three abilities: 'sedation', 'weakness' and 'fear', Mint analyzes the effects.

I just couldn't keep it like this.

There's no point in being in this place just because you won't be attacked anymore.

Nor are the flocks in front of them foolish. Now he's still stopping moving, but if he recovers from the shock, he'll run out of range of insect repellent magic. In that case it was also well considered to head for the hive hole (colony).

Mint's role is to stop the killer bees in front of him. It is her job to support her colleagues who are headed to the hive (colony) to honor the Queen Bee.

So I decided to be creative (...).

"Giggy!!

I rush to move like a part of the herd noticed something on the fence. Show movement upwards. He seemed to be trying to cross the wall and head over to the hive (colony) behind the mint.

Probably received a rescue from Queen Bee. Apparently, her faint magic (pheromones) can weave in fine instructions in addition to putting herds together or exciting them. I guess that means the guys who got to the nest started rumbling.

Then I had no intention of condoning the move.

What she did was interfere with the magic being released from the cape.

It changes shape by giving direction to the flow and creates two large, invisible hands. Try to stretch it long and let it circle from behind, surrounding the entire horde of killer bees like wrapping it in both palms, creating a spherical magic cage.

"Ggggggggggggggg"

The killer bees who were about to head up were suddenly bounced off showing reactions like they had touched the fire. Upbeat reaction. It was thoughtful, but I think I said it well.

The mint soaked the sweat on his forehead with the cuffs of a robe.

Should this be named 'Wormcage'?

It could not have been done without the magic of the insect repellent cape, but it is a unique technique (purposefully).

Further shrinking the wormcage one by one and pushing it from the outside to the inside, the herd twists and retracts as it is pushed.

Then the flock, as if it were a sheep chased by a shepherd dog, makes every single one of them move toward the center of the flock in an attempt to protect themselves. The distances were then reduced and the mass was kept somewhat smaller.

"All right, all right. I'm just trying to be nice."

The spherical shape was reduced to reduce the amount of magic. Because I wanted to sustain the effects of insect repellent by reducing the consumption of blood magic. The bees can't move in this wormcage without even interrupting their magic like this.

Later my role was just to keep the bees and glittering until my buddies finished their work.

I wasn't very good at attack spells, but I was confident in magic manipulation and good guts. I even get ink from my magic teacher that I'll be able to hang out with a senior magician if that's all.

After a long and enduring battle, a voice similar to the scream of a tall woman rises from behind.

And at the same time, there was a change in the way the bees looked.

First, all the bees in the wormcage made a deliberate move. Then the shape of the herd that was shrinking twitched and diffused. But it wasn't freed from the curse of the wormcage, it just seemed that each and every one of them was losing their judgment.

He then hits a nearby companion, hits a poison needle, bites each other, and when he starts killing each other, he flirts and plays by touching the wall of magic.

"Gugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg! '" Giggaggggggggggggggggggggg?' "Gaaaaggi! '" Giggy, giggy, giggy!' "Gigga, gugga, gugga! '' Gugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg ''

Over and over again they were debilitated and crashed one after the other.

Murder bees (killerbees) have terrible habits, as many explorers know. That's 'martyrdom'.

When the Queen Bee (Queen) dies, an intense pheromone is released from her at that moment. According to the entomologist, it contains the sense of despair felt during death, and the bees received are stirred up by the stress of strength, and they are struck by whomever they want, and eventually become incapable of flying and eventually die.

In other words, the fact that this phenomenon has occurred means that Queen Bee (Queen) has been exorcised by her peers.

Before long, a mass of black herds disappeared, and instead the carcasses of the murdering bees (Killerby) were rolling over in the ashes of the ground made of mushroom shavings.

The mint carefully checks that no one is left dead before removing the magic of the insect shoulder (cape).

I was so tired that I came into the spot.

It's hard to breathe as if he kept on walking at all costs even though he didn't move a step from the spot. It would be natural because it had drained quite a bit of blood magic at once, even if it wasn't fatal.

I wasn't going to be able to move properly anymore for a while.

"Uh... I'm tired"

Mint decided to figure out what to buy with the rewards he would get for this one, in a position where he stayed asleep until his buddies returned. I have a pile of things I want because I endured shopping because things didn't go well in my exploration these days.

Just going back to the ground and before anything else would be heading to the usual liquor store, the Soil Dragon Looking Up at the Sun pavilion. Anyway, nothing tastes better than a pair of ales I drink with my buddies after a good job.

"Mmm......"

Soon, I had my cheeks closed on the soft ground of mushrooms.

And she slept stiffly in the perilous "Tree Sea" until she was woken up by her fellow faces.

Identification Card: "Insect Removal Shoulder (Cape) (Good Product)"

"I tell thee, princess of worm love, to offer two thousand five hundred and sixty-five drops of that blood - and I tell thee, through the world, to the elephants who flock and crawl, to war, to fear, to fear, and to worship and honor, and to the stomach of the orgle muggle."

The collection of short stories, founded in the late "Age of the Good Old Mages (Old Good)," contains descriptions of the custom of keeping bugs as escorts or favorites among the daughters of young elves living in the ancient woods, as well as the term "princess of bug love", which adored them.

A bug is a name that indicates something large among insects, and refers to something that is considered likely to cause harm to people and other animals, such as' Swallow (Kyrgyz) Cry in the Dark Night ',' Crawling Accidents (Cocrotis) ', or' Wings Without Herds (Papillonia) Wanderable '.

No matter how many elves, attempts to capture and tune it were supposedly quite dangerous, and perhaps this shoulder strap (cape) was made by failing to tame the worm and a painful eyed elf asked a good old magician to make it.

By the way, what supposedly resembles a giant walrus, "Everything Swallow (Orgle Muggle)," is supposedly feared by all the bugs because once they begin to make a big move, the forests on the path instantly transform into wilderness.