Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

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"I mean, where is it?

Visit with caution about the avant-garde.

One condo is fighting the first ghost (Cyclops) directly.

A powerful blow of a stick carried out by overwhelming weight is masterfully inflicted with his favorite battle axe.

Of course, it's a craftsmanship that can only be done with extraordinary weight, skill, and experience.

But the old one took any attack head-on.

I don't want to get old. I think it makes sense.

The map says we're ahead of us.

Tristan is aiming for the first ghost with a throwing knife (dark) while taking a certain distance.

One of his strengths is not to lose his goal from any posture.

Precisely, relentlessly, aim for the first part.

He doesn't seem to be an idiot either, responding sensitively to attacks on his only weakness.

It can be prevented by shielding a giant thick arm.

The fine throwing knife doesn't seem to hurt or itch.

But that's fine.

Because the aim is to moderately kill the first ghost's mind by continuing to target weaknesses and keep them from focusing their attacks on the apartment.

In case you try to turn your target into a Tristan, this time the condo will make an unforgiving attack without missing that gap.

"Then you're on your own."

Moran is also at a distance, providing constant support with 'barriers' and 'healing' prayers.

Thanks to this, the apartment is almost intact.

It had been missed by the first ghost attack several times, but the invisible covering was holding back the power each time, and the wounds it sustained have, by the way, healed.

The battle being fought by even one avant-garde depends heavily on this bottomless capacity (capacity) of Moran.

However, he said that because of good daily behavior and high virtue (karma), I can't accept anything about proclaiming it.

As for the situation, this one is slightly depressed.

But while we're having a conversation, we're all a little distracted.

Because the situation is always Setouchi.

Apartment is the only thing I need.

If he is wounded, there will be no more wall players to take the enemy's attack and Zabadak will not be able to buy time to activate the magic.

Hitters against enemies can only escape.

Zabadak thinks it's still tight to have one avant-garde.

Usually I hire a few young people with free hands, but this time the inside came off.

At a time like this, I don't think it would be nice to have Nahat.

I can't even talk about the guy who's not here.

"Oh, and speaking of maps."

Tristan continues the conversation in a slight tone.

"I tried to find out where the body was from the Corpse Fishing Group (Goulds). Then they asked for money in exchange for a map."

"What's going on?

"Two thousand Guerns for the price"

"Isn't that a big deficit?... well, I don't even know what they're saying."

Indeed, maps are an irreplaceable commercial tool for searchers.

It has cut time and life, written and created valuable information such as the structure of the labyrinth, the placement of traps, and the monsters that emerge. It's only natural that you don't feel like giving it to someone else.

But in the first place, the recovery of Basil's remains and artifacts is something they should have done. There would be no punishment for giving it at least as honestly as a map.

"This is the kind of place that kills people, and that's why brother-in-law matters."

Tristan laughs lonely.

"Well... maybe they can't afford it either"

I have heard stories about the 'Corpse Fishing Regiment' being difficult to operate.

I suppose there is a fate that is the Great Zone.

On the other hand, the distribution of loot is not satisfactory, as the strategy of the dungeon is cleverly carried out. I often hear stories about defectors going on and on.

Strength is essential to survive the quest for dungeons.

But the success of exploration depends on luck.

Revenue is almost nil when all the items you pick up are crap.

Redeeming material collected from monsters, plants found on the road, minerals, etc. would yield some revenue, but still not a high price on the commonplace.

It's not uncommon to have a good arm and a party.

"The Old Men's Regiment (Rotles)". The food support just took on this request because we were able to secure it. I don't always do things like charity.

"... but it's very spicy."

About the end of the day, I think it's up to my people to take care of them.

No matter how much you work with, you're a like-minded friend. It would be an amicable relationship between misery and life and death.

High sayonara if you die. What about abandonment with a sense of disposability?

When Zabadak completed his sorcery, he wielded the 'Little Wand of Fire' in an eight-hitting mood.

A mass of flame that remained at the tip of the wand and was so condensed that it seemed to erupt, flew like it had been bounced off and landed at the foot of the first ghost. It is swallowed by a swirl of flames that instantly rises from the floor, and the scream rises.

It is Firestorm, a magic trick that my people carefully worked out while they were buying time.

By the time the flame persisted in shaking up and the voice was interrupted, a large chunk of charcoal was created.

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In the end, the body of Basile could not be recovered.

There was a deposit of bones scattered across the cyclops at the place of destination, but we didn't even know which was his bone. Of course, I didn't even see the ring I was looking for here.

On the way home, however, after trying to catch the remains of the Cyclops, a number of pieces of the Explorer's equipment appeared to have fallen victim from around his belly.

There is also a mixture of ring-like things in it.

It is made of steel and is finished with an oval blue onion. Small heads, hands and feet grow on the edges of the pedestal, and the whole thing mimics the human body. I even look like I have a big, swollen stomach that just fits in.

It also matches the characteristics that Basil's daughter was talking about.

Why did you intend to leave this strange design ring to your beloved daughter?

I wanted to doubt the aesthetic sensation of Basil.

Inspect the ring with care.

Scratches that were shattered and almost digested were not visible and the prototype was almost fastened.

But there's only one problem.

"Looks like you're burning up a little bit of coal."

"It's because of some twitch."

"Ugh. If you polish it clean, it won't be a problem."

Zabadak breathes in the ring and rubs the onion in mind with his cuffs.

"Polish. Polish. I'd rather not be rewarded any less."

"I don't think so."

Basil's enemies and the four of them who were able to complete the collection of the ring of purpose were relieved and laughed out in unison.

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"Well, that's quite a product."

A boy with dull eyes until recently has grown into a single appraiser at some point.

I hate visiting these Good Old Mages (Old) times because I always feel the relentlessness of the passage of time.

Fujiwara, the current owner of the store, as usual, will brief him on the results of the appraisal.

"This is an antique apparatus called The Ring of Bad Food."

I came to this store to appraise the onion ring because Tristan said it was suspicious, but an unexpected result awaited.

The ring that I thought was just odd in appearance was apparently an outrageous treasure.

They had 'cover-up' magic on the ring to hide traces of magic and reactions. When they do this, it becomes difficult for amateurs to determine if it is a grant tool.

"I knew it."

"Awesome."

"I made money."

The three of us who were drinking tea behind our backs are visibly enlivened.

A little bit of a grandfather has forgotten his original purpose, but this is for Basil's daughter, right?

"'The Ring of Bad Food'. Oh, that one? The one who will be able to eat anything."

"To be precise, you can substitute nutrition for everything you put in your stomach."

Zabadak slaps his forehead slightly wider than it will be.

Sometimes that explains the point.

It comes from two names: Basil's 'omnivore'.

I mean, he must have used this ring to survive the shipwreck.

It is not something that could have been eaten, such as the remains of sticky fungus (slime).

Anyway, if you're an expert, it just doesn't taste good where amateurs cook it. If you imitate what you put through your throat without doing anything, you're either food poisoning if you're unlucky, or a substitute that should be eaten out of the inside of your body.

At the time, he was turning high wondering if he was talking, but apparently he was using this ring to really eat.

The guys at The Corpse Fishing Regiment didn't know this was a "bad eating ring".

If they knew that fact, they would have gone crazy to death, fought the first ghost, recovered it, and made it their own. Because it's a fairly expensive substitute to be traded on top of being an item coveted by the Seeker.

Basil kept the secret of the ring to his companions.

To be honest, I would have been handy, and my position within the regiment would have been better. But prepared for the risk of being condemned by his companions, he hid them through to his death.

By then, he wanted to leave this ring with his own daughter.

Zabadak didn't have any children, but I only found out a little bit about that kindness. Perhaps even if I died and couldn't feed myself, I had a genuine feeling that I wouldn't have to worry about starving.

"Hey, cut it."

Zabadak usually doesn't think about when he dies.

When I was young, when I was a soldier, when I became a seeker, when I was old. When she dies, it will all be over, and after that, she will cook it and bake it and like it.

I've generally been through that kind of stance.

But I thought about it this time, and I thought again.

"I thought you wanted me to pick up some bones."

Tristan's at his usual pace, and he's going to slap me on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll take you home without a single hairy butt."

"Then I'll take care of the funeral," Moran said.

"Shall I carve the tombstone, then?" said the apartment.

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They are not sure if they are reliable or too well prepared.

But we've known each other a long time.

There were no spouses or children in Zabadak, but if I let these guys do it, they wouldn't stay dead in the dungeon like Basil.

"Of course, I'll sell my gear."

"I book the magician's hand."

"I want the Little Wand of Fire."

"I'll buy it for you then."

I came aboard, grinning all the way to Fujiwara.

"Tell me you can put it in the coffin properly there..."

Zabadak drops his shoulder disappointingly.

"Ha, ha, I'm joking."

"Do one good deed before you die."

"Well, well. I eat steak every night with my money."

"Rejected! Rejected! Put it all in the coffin! There's nothing left! No, you die in the first place. He's dead. Leave me a legacy! Relax with that money. I'll give you the rest of your life!

When I yelled at him like that, my people laughed more and more at what was wrong.

I'm not kidding at all.

I still have a heap of things left to do. I thought I'd die.

"Go ahead."

"Hmm."

Try to snap the mug Fujiwara has offered and bring it to hand.

I put my mouth on it, and when I sip it, it just tastes the usual dark and bitter and tastes like coffee that doesn't even taste good.

Then it was Zabadak, who also sneaked and groaned, "But well, whatever he had to be these guys, no matter".

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Identification Card: "Bad Food Ring (Unmarked)"

Thou shalt tell the hungry to give ten drops of their blood at all times: and the world shall lend thee, and give thee an esophagus of steel, and a stomach of silver, and a golden organ, and digest it all, as the stomach of Jormungand.

"Once eaten up every dish," gastronomer "Macheli thought as he wiped his mouth. I wonder what a mud is. I wonder what a weed tastes like. I wonder what a stone looks like. To satisfy her unboring curiosity, she wanted tough teeth and stomach more than anyone else. And so, it is the" Ring of the Bad Eat "that was created in the world. ~ Excerpt from" The Good Old, and Weirdest Mages of the World "~

As you can see from the above, "The Age of Good Old Mages" is this tool that was created as a hobby for mages who want to eat something unusual, but is now treated as one of the survival goods of dungeon seeker envy.

Whatever the biggest concern for those traveling through endless underground dungeons everywhere is the food situation.

Even if you are a strong man of hundred wars and smells, you cannot avoid only hunger. If you run out of food in your hand, you'll have to say something close to you to live.

For example, the Great Earthworm (Longworm) or the Great Eyeball (Death Eye) lying beside you...

If only I had one of these at that time, I wouldn't have to worry about poisoning, food poisoning, etc. It doesn't even belly down and, by the way, it can digest and turn into nourishment.

It is, in a way, the most powerful granting tool, even though it never starves to death in any environment.

What... better to die than eat something like that?

Well, of course, delicious things. Needless to say, you'd be happier if you ate your stomach full.