Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

"We need to talk about making money" is Tristan's cliché.

Zabadak remembers that he did say that even then fifty years ago.

But it's always his money story, and there's no such thing as a warm nose to try.

"There's a couple of island countries right across the strait from here, and there's a place called the Labyrinth City."

"I know. A land ruled by witches."

"You can also accept bills like ours over there. Besides, if you go to the dungeon, there's a lot of old tools missing and you can pick them up all you want."

If you hit a good mountain, you won't eat it all your life. Tristan said if I could make as much money as I could, I'd retire, build a mansion, play and live.

"Surrounded by women, we spend the rest of our lives. It's an unbeatable design of life."

Moran endorsed as he trampled on the tobacco.

I ignore statements that make me want to question his position as a priest, even though they are military.

"If I can eat a treat full of food, that's fine."

Dwarf's apartment was only interested in eating and sleeping.

Throughout the fire, I wondered if this guy, who can say that any dish would be good if spiced, would be happy anywhere.

"Oh, my God. Isn't the dungeon superior? I'm going anywhere."

The gaze of the three gathered to themselves, and that's what I was answering with momentum then.

But I had no choice but to ride because I was on the run, worried about how to earn my upcoming food support.

Of course, it was myself who killed the rotten lord who was killing the Subman in the hunting ground in the funny half, but at this point, that's the end of the story.

I think that was definitely around the time of nineteen.

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"... you were talking about that at the time."

Zabadak asked his people, as usual, as they were interested in the gambling.

The bills I picked up from the mountain bills are also small ghosts (goblins). If there is one gold coin bill, it can go up, but no matter how many times I roll it, it can't be the one I want.

"Oh. I wonder where my harem is."

Roll the bill as Moran chickens over the liquor poured into the glass.

My sister, who is taking me by day at this age, is different. I wish that one day heavenly punishment would be imposed on this rotten boy.

"I'm hungry."

Roll the bill as the apartment strokes its moustache with a soggy face.

I think we should remind this guy that he's just been on the whole lamb grill.

"Ah," Tristan rolled the bills and said, "It's a hit."

When I sprinkled the tobacco on the wood plate with the firepowder and pressed it, I replaced the hand tag and beat it.

All the pictures on the seven bills are Red Dragon.

If they get that out anymore, there's no hitter. It was his victory.

"I'm not going up there on my own."

"Why?

"Take responsibility for what you say."

"Zaba, you always tell me the same old days when a loss comes in, right? Didn't I fall in love?

"... wait a minute. That coin you're about to give me is extra."

Tristan's arm stops trying to take his share from a pile of copper coins piled on the table.

"Oh good. You weren't in love yet."

Tristan picked one coin and put it back in the mountains as he tongued.

It's been a long time since this guy had a bad habit.

Surely Zabadak was only dreaming a little then.

It's a dream to celebrate with these guys while buried in the gold and silver treasure found in the dungeon.

But the reality is different. No treasure, no mansion, no harem anywhere. I'm still on active duty for whatever reason.

When we were young, we were still on the lower end, with a lot of seniors.

Nasty guy, the one who took care of him, the one who cares, the weird one. But the former forefathers died of illness, of injury, of being eaten to death by monsters, or, with any luck, of retirement on a mountain, or of falling and drooling wild.

Other than that, as soon as they stopped coming home drunk by the dungeon, this definitely died first, too.

There are few of them left in the world, horns and horns.

Except for the longevity ones.

And at some point, he's become the oldest searcher for ginseng.

Still dragging his old body, he dives into the dungeon, picking up what's falling and turning it into rice seeds.

I should be off. This is how the sun goes. A day, I'm just stupidly immersed in a liquor store and gambling with my people.

The young people tell me that they are old, that they are prank fairies wearing grandfather's skin, and that they are half undead and smoked.

Finally, it's the end of what we call the Old Men's Regiment (Rotles) and so on.

It's a really boring life.

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"I need to talk about making money."

Tristan said, as usual.

"Resolute, say no"

"You haven't said anything yet."

"Let me tell you why. Even once in your life, your money-making story has never been a money-making story."

"Oh, come on, there must have been about once in a hundred times."

"None"

"Well, let me talk to you."

That's how Tristan starts talking on his own, as usual.

As a zabadak, I'm not going to get on with the story, but I couldn't fit in and decided to just listen to the story.

You know Basil.

"... you're the one from The Corpse Fishing Regiment (Goulds)"

"The Corpse Fishing Regiment" is a regular in this tavern.

It's a middle-sized party, big town.

They are the punitive ones who came to be called that because they were roughing up the cemetery on the fifth floor of the basement around the time of the rush.

But it's just bad love, bare behavior isn't that bad.

In due course, in a few years, they would also be able to obtain a permit for ♠ (club), a sign of the trespassing on the tenth basement floor.

Basil the 'omnivore' is a bandit who belongs there.

In the past, he and his buddies have been in distress in a dungeon. So I was about to be treated as a non-returnee, but I survived. He survived hunger with fungus (slime), moss, etc.

Therefore, two names were given to "omnivores".

"No, I haven't seen you lately."

"He's dead."

"Did you eat poison lizards this time?"

"He died in an accident in the dungeon."

"... what's wrong with that?

"Yeah. He has your family. They want artifacts."

"You want me to look for you? Rewards?"

Five Guerns.

I doubted Tristan's sanity as he spread his fingers and showed them.

About five digits are missing.

Isn't that like a child's cost at that amount? You'll even have a hard time finding what you can ask for from this store's table of contributions.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. It's a joke."

Zabadak accidentally tried to get up from the chair.

But the three of them step on their feet together.

"Plump!?

"Are you happy and want to dance?

"That's a big chance to get rich, huh?

"Is this shop all-you-can-eat biscuits?

"What are you guys saying..."

I shut the mouth I was about to say because Tristan was telling me something with his sari fingers and eye movements.

Seeing, there's a girl standing there trying to hide behind him.

"... will you hike me up?

If the three of us in front of us had no hidden children, there were not so many other possibilities left.

She shifts half her body, feels frightened, and so on, with her eyes pointing straight at her. He's not even ten yet.

In short, I'm guessing she did it with Basil's family.

Zabadak sighed heavily.

I don't have a wife or a girlfriend, and naturally I don't have a grandson. But if I were here, I would be about this age.

I wonder if there is no way I can refuse such a favorable child's favor unhindered.

"Sure, this guy could be a money-making story..."

"I guess so. I guess so. That's what Zaba thought you'd say."

Tristan, who, as usual, brought unprofitable money-making stories, said happily, and the other two nodded to agree.

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"It was Moran who first spoke to her in the first place."

Walk Dajon ahead of Tristan with Cantera.

Southeast on the eleventh basement floor.

It was a place I don't usually get to, but apparently Basil died around here.

"Has color love finally begun to courtship children?"

"I was stuck at the entrance to the tavern. Normally, you ask me what's wrong."

"It's not a good place for Moran to take care of his child-loving habits."

"But we look for artifacts. What happened to the guys at Cadaver Fishing?

"They said no."

Apparently, Basil's daughter was in the tavern to meet the 'Corpse Fishing Regiment'.

But he squeezed his courage and said that although he spoke to them, he was clearly refused: 'Shape discernment is decided only among the members, bad, but I'm not going to give him a single piece of hair'.

Well, I don't even know what they're saying.

If you become a middle-class Seeker, you will be well equipped to wear it. Most of the time, however, it is a weapon that was acquired as a loot in a dungeon or purchased with money from fellow players. In that case, there is little recognition that a fellow's belongings are shared assets.

"But he promised his father. If I die, I'll give you my favorite ring."

"Heh."

"Then it's possible that you had your buddies understand in advance, right?

"Well, I guess so."

Once again, Tristan seems to have gone to talk to them.

So I succeeded in hearing the story that I had left everything with the corpse except what would be gold.

Apparently, the ring was made of cheap onions. For that reason, they decided that no one was going to make money and didn't try to collect it.

"You heard the story, but the monster attacked you, and you made an excuse that it wasn't the other way around."

"The other guy?

"First Ghost (Cyclops)"

"You're a big man."

"I hear there's a rattle around here."

He's about the size of an orgasm, and he's attacking me with sticks.

He's a monster that should originally emerge in a lower hierarchy, and he's not quite the right match for a middle-sized strength.

"They might be loaded."

I thought if I could, I wouldn't want to encounter it.

But the arrow tip, I notice the swing at my feet.

Ground honking. Looks like a big, heavy organism is walking this way from the direction of travel.

It's not hard to imagine who that is right now from the conversations we've had.

"... he's out."

When Zabadak sighed, he then removed his favorite "Fire Cane (Wand)" from his hips in preparation for the battle.