Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

* This time, we are slightly changing the hierarchy and other settings in the revision. I don't think it's a problem for me to enjoy it as a story. I might post it separately at a later date setting, etc. Regards m () m

Suddenly, something came down in large quantities from the ceiling.

Soara hastily gave in to the spot with her head sheltered with her hands.

"Whew!?

Countless of them that don't fall at your feet, they're flying around noisily overhead.

Apparently a bunch of bats.

It didn't seem like it would be a problem to leave it alone because it just wasn't tangled up with the winged kick-ass chirping. There are also things in the dungeons that can suck blood and poison them, but they seem to be harmless.

"I'm stunned!

"Were you okay?

"Sorry, I dropped Cantera by surprise"

"What about fuel?

"I have a spare, so no problem... oh, you're cracking in the vitreous"

Talk to your partner Lynne and follow the scene in a mid waist condition.

Nothing happened after that.

It's not necessarily without the poor quality guys sticking to the wall and ambushing them, so it was forbidden to be alarmed, but apparently it's a place where monsters are hard to come out.

He even went down the spiral staircase illuminating the darkest part with a nearly broken cantera.

Moving on for another two minutes or so, I eventually see the lights from the bottom.

Looks like an exit.

We nod at each other face-to-face and step on the stairs feeling similar to prayer.

Now it's time for the sixth basement.

Eventually, when they could reach the ground without steps, they confirmed the view in front of them and dropped their shoulders disappointingly.

"Hmmm...... I knew I couldn't"

"Why not?

There is a smelly air, and a tomb marker is protruding there. In the distance, skeletons were seen roaming around.

It was undoubtedly the fifth basement floor there.

commonly known as' Co-Cereal Cemetery (Cemetary) '. It is this place that has been forced to struggle only in the beginning, but these days it has become easier to move forward, paying attention to the soil buoyancy at the feet where the undead monsters seem to lurk.

We were supposed to be headed to the sixth basement.

I wonder why he kept going down the stairs and came back to the hierarchy where he was supposed to never remember going up a step.

"... ugh"

Lynne, leaning against the wand, sighs and enters the spot.

She and herself had been screwed because she had been doing the same thing for more than half a day now. No matter which staircase I used, no matter how many times I went down, the same thing happened and I couldn't get to the sixth basement floor.

"... do you want to pull it up already today for now?," my partner Lynne suggests.

There was still room for food and cantera fuel, but I don't think we can go ahead where we kept going down the stairs without even knowing the reason.

It certainly might have been wiser to get back on the ground and gather information and get back on track.

"Shall we," Soara nodded powerlessly.

According to Lynne, a magician, apparently this phenomenon could be made to do so by the way the dungeons work. They say it's too much for some sorcery.

When I heard that, it was like the dungeon was telling me, "You guys don't deserve to move on," and Soara was a little depressed.

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In the end, this exploration was a scattered result.

Instead of reaching the sixth basement floor, where we had set ourselves a target, we were unable to acquire all sorts of loot, which damaged even the important Cantera (shortly afterwards, the windshield vitreous broke).

Going out on earth, the sun goes up in the sky and looks like it's about to fall. Time is after noon and so on. Soara and the others have been walking for more than a day after several more brief pauses to leave the dungeon.

Then I decided to head to the station. Because it was slightly but financially affordable, and I wanted to rest my body a little because my body and mind were so weak.

"What do you mean you can't ride?

"You'll see, young lady."

That's what the bearded middle-aged man said as he played the cigarette with his finger and threw it away, without even trying to look at this one.

The carriage arrived, so I tried to get in, and your man refused to get in.

The number of passengers already aboard was high, and the seats were almost buried, but one or both of them seemed to be able to sit down, and there was room next to you for everything. No matter how you look at it, it's possible to ride.

But even though he pointed it out, all he did was shake his head reluctantly.

"I don't know if there's room, but now our carriage is full capacity. I'm not going to put any more potatoes on it."

I tried to negotiate that I would pay more, but "you can't because I decided not to," he gets stuck with a reason I'm not sure.

Soara and the others had no choice but to give up, as the gaze of the passengers waiting to leave began to bother them.

But this was not the end of the story.

A skinny man with a winged hat called off the carriage he left. Besides, he got in easily. Put a large, baggage-like napzak in his seat, and he himself sits down in your seat.

And as it was, the carriage moved out without anything.

I just had to drop off the carriage that kept me away, pompous for a while.

"What the hell, that one!

"We weren't talking about potatoes, were we?

"Kick your horse!

"He's a curse all over horse shit!

The next flight was after evening, and it took too long to wait, and I'm not sure I can ride it. This happened, I gave up going home, and there was nothing else than walking back.

The two of them had no choice but to walk down the road to the city with evil deeds towards you.

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That was not the end of the ordeal.

"I'm sorry, ladies. I just buried my room."

The heartbeat shopkeeper at the tavern tells me that he's sorry as he scratches his head.

We managed to reach downtown before the evening and were to have another inn nearby, which was difficult to navigate.

This is the third case.

Soara was aware of the difficulty of finding a place to stay with only a little girl like herself in her experience, so she didn't particularly flatter herself, but she still feels rough.

As far as the store is concerned, it is quite exciting. Because I guess what my husband is saying is true. Well, it's a lie, even if you had extra room, it's just better to give me a reason. Because some stores chase me back without asking questions.

I was in the mood for you to let me sleep because I don't mind on the straw at the stable anymore. I was wondering if you could let me do that or negotiate, and Lynne, who was supposed to be starting to get upset, is smiling at me at some point.

"Soara, why don't you have dinner for now?

Speaking of which, I remember not eating for nearly a whole day. The last thing I mouthed was also unsavory food while walking.

"Right here. I admired your sister for being delicious."

"Could it be where the salmon vanilla was cooked?

"Yeah."

That was, oddly enough, the store Lynne had promised to go with before.

Soara thought that there might no longer be anything to heal this rough feeling right now other than delicious food.

Quickly, he spoke to a middle-aged woman nearby about an empty table.

But...

"Uh that. I'm sorry. I think I already sold out."

The shopkeeper laughs and tells me that she has the same heartbeat salary.

……

……

"They're buying from the market again tomorrow, so please ask for something else."

Soara's tongue had already been roasted with salmon herbs. Even Lynne must be.

Now I didn't feel like I was happy to eat anything else. In the end, order meals and drinks appropriately from each of the order forms while feeling soggy.

"You're already scattered..."

"Step on it or kick it..."

Having been stabbed to a halt, Soara slammed to the round table with all her might.

Perhaps I am cursed?

Since that phenomenon, which prevented us from reaching the sixth basement of the dungeon, a lot has not happened.

……

But I'm sure that's not the problem.

The reason why I couldn't get on the station carriage earlier, or the inn is hard to decide, is clear.

Because we're just little girls.

Because he's a weak man with no money, no power, no back shield.

Maybe that's why I couldn't move on to the dungeon.

I wonder how only successful physical warriors and witty magicians can get through.

My partner poked me in the shoulder thinking about something backwards.

"Hey, Soara."

"Hmm? What?

Face up.

"Look, look over there"

What she was sneaking at was the table next door.

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A guest is eating alone.

A skinny man. He remained wearing a feathered hat despite being in the store. The figure looked familiar. He was like a man who spoke and rode later than the Soaras at the carriage station.

"Oh yummy. This is what I call delicious."

On his round table were many dishes lined with molluscs and hot air. The number of plates is more than ten. All had thick salmon fillets covered with vanilla, which seemed to be definitely the dish the Soaras were supposed to have missed.

"This salmon combines elasticity, which can be described as thick meat, with gravy overflowing with bites. And not only does this vanilla eliminate the raw odor that should be called the only weakness, but the unique bitterness makes it spice and enhances the flavour of salmon. Hmm Delicious. So pathetic for someone who can't eat something so good. Ah."

……

……

He eats so much talk that it seems like he is hitting on this one.

As far as it goes.

Apparently it was him who created the cause of the out-of-stock condition.

Soara stood up angrily.

It might have been if they told me to hit eight, but now that I'm here, I'm sorry I had to say something.

"Excuse me!

Soara spoke to the man on the other side of the table.

He lowers his napkin from his neck and uses a fork and a knife to elegantly subdivide and eat salmon fillets. Moreover, angrily, it seems that the covered vanilla is not necessary. Instead of stopping my hand to say I talked to him so he could hear me, I wouldn't even raise my face.

"... noisy."

Soara thought which one was noisy.

And if you look closely, the man was a cat tribe (Kitkania).

It is a species with incredible speed and lightness, with cats as ancestors.

Its face is covered in thin black tea white body hair, with three long beards extending sideways on its left and right cheeks.

Soara asked, not to mind, leaving it to anger to fold.

"Why do you keep the food to yourself? Is that all you can eat alone? Why would you do something so insane when someone else wants to eat it?

His hand, which was subdivided into salmon fillets, stops, and he says so depressingly and turns his face to this way.

And the eyelids of his eyes, like threads, opened slightly, and glowed sharply.

"I mean, is this what Omae wants to say? This Michelangelo lady is annoyed because she asked for thirteen plates of herb grilled salmon."

Cat tribe (Kitkania) man - Michelangelo leaves his back in his chair like a flutter, knocking so tight as to bind a few mustaches laid down beside him as he joins his legs and mouths on a glass of wine vitreous.

He didn't count, but he was alone, and he also asked for thirteen plates.

It's insane.

"I see. Fine. Then I will fully admit my words and apologize for my disrespect, and I will behave freely on a plate that I have not yet reached."

That was an unexpected word.

The attitude is transverse, but he may have been an unexpectedly discerning figure.

But even this one, I just wanted to complain, and if you could keep your manners, that would be good. I honestly don't need you to do that.

"... but if I had more strength than my own."

"What?"

"I'm sure you have the strength to just make my colleagues obey you because you drooled a bullshit sermon against your colleagues."

Michelangelo rose loosely and put his hat back on his eyes.

Hidden eyes gleam demonically across the side of the Xu, conveying unspeakable temper seeping out.

His right hand still remained in touch with the hat and he did not have a bare gesture that would still extend to the thin sword strapped to his waist.

But from the looks of it, he seemed willing enough to fight this one.

"Come on... that arm... I should show you!