Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

When I open the book, what's there is just blank paper with nothing written on it.

It makes a splash of noise like it was exposed to the wind, and it goes into a massive hollow.

I wonder if every single one of them has struck the undead monsters who are still unable to move, for some reason, firehands and groans all over the place.

"Hahahahaha. Hahahahahaha. Around is the sea of fire. Isn't this the Book of Burial of Everything? It is the magic book (Grimoire) used by the first West King in the burning book. Pretty good taste. It's delightful. That's not fun."

Igor was honestly frightened.

Doesn't this look like a bending ground (circus)?

I wonder how many drawers there are for appraisers fighting in front of them.

Granting tools are limited when there are many or two or three types of tools in their possession and when they are used here.

Because first there is the question of 'qualification'. Occupation, gender, race, blood muscle, skill, background, and conditions vary, but must be compatible with you to handle. It's hard just to find it.

And above all, it takes magic to use it. The greater the effect, the greater the price to be paid. Because there are limits to the magic that flows through the body, abuse can sometimes result in death.

So Igor doesn't know anything else.

Someone who can treat such a diverse and powerful grant tool as normal as hot water.

But still, not even him.

The situation remains unchanged.

Even after all those attacks, he still can't strike that red monster with a blow that can be called a decision hit.

No matter how much the pages of the Apocalypse surrounding the skeleton burn, the Red Hungry Sha Shu is flat.

Move your eyeballs slightly, target Fujiwara again, and move on as you rock the floor yet another step.

"Sure, the undead monster has a weak spot for fire. Ooh. Not a bad place to aim. But hey, my Red Hungry Sadduce (Elizabeth) is a super rare species that combines the protection and strength of a castle fortress. Wouldn't I be able to take one more wound if I didn't try harder?

Caligula laughs.

Step back so that Fujiwara is under barometric pressure.

He seems to hesitate to do something with his hands on his hip-wrapped bag and stands up looking up at the monster.

I don't know if my magic has broken off or if I've run out of dizzying tools, but it also looks like I don't have a hitter anymore.

"... Shall I declare it in advance? If this one takes the next three steps, you're gonna lose."

……

"Because you can crush that troublesome balance. If you break it or move it off the floor, it's a substitute for losing its effectiveness, right? When Red Hungry Sadduce (Elizabeth) is free, we're out of time to play, right?

Igor was in a desperate mood.

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Fujiwara can't handle a lot of swords and magic.

She has even more asthma and has little health.

Instead, he has refined his skills of fighting using the knowledge acquired in the appraisal and the tools (items) collected in the dungeons.

So we can keep fighting as long as we don't run out of inventory.

But the opponent is strong.

Even then, when I had the "Round Table," it was still hard to fight any better than this, honestly, in the current availability, where I almost ran out of dizzying grant tools as well.

Besides, it's time for the limit.

Keep the body still.

The problem is the unpleasant sounds of mistletoes or pissilli and cracks heard from all over.

The equipment Fujiwara is wearing - the screams of the granting tools of the physical enhancement system.

During battle, the addition or subtraction of magic is obsessed and fatigue (overwork) is caused by drawing abilities above the limit. If we continue to use it any longer, it will become unbearable to the load and will be damaged one after the other.

If that happens, Fujiwara will return to a nasty body that can be defeated by the rushing Seeker.

There will be no winning.

"... I don't know, do you want to use that?"

Reach for the magical hipster bag and find it (...) with the feel of your fingers.

This will be the only way I can break the situation with my hands.

Consumables that disappear once used.

Six million Guerns at a set-aside price.

An important asset for Fujiwara to avoid eating in the unlikely event of being fired from the store.

But let's drink tears this time.

I took it out because it's an odd egg to see.

It features colourful patterns, crown decorations on the heavenly side and legs on the bottom.

"... what is that?

"Didn't you know?" The Egg of Resurrection (Ister Egg) ". This popular item is hidden all over the dungeon. There's all sorts of magic inside."

"I know about that. Finally, we don't know what sorcery is in there, and at best it's a useless substitute with only intermediate sorcery effects. Really pointless (nonsense). It doesn't work on red starving sand when you use such mediocre products (scum)"

But Fujiwara doesn't mind the caligula, and throws it toward the red hungry sand.

As I aimed, I fell around my foot and broke it.

As he glanced at his feet with a trick like what the red starving sandpiper would be, the golden light, thick and overflowing from his shell, moved like a liquid, on the floor, and began to annoy the moving letters and shapes at will.

"Did you know that 'Eggs of Resurrection' very rarely have a species called 'Eggs of the noble Resurrection (Imperial Easter Egg)'? It's a rarity that encloses powerful magic that supposedly existed a long time ago, beyond the days of the good old magicians."

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The magic formation is complete.

At the same time, subtle music overflows from nowhere, and for some reason inside the circle, grass sprouts and flowers bloom everywhere.

A beautiful little fairy among countless flower buds.

As they yawn, they fly around simultaneously as they twirl with their back feathers, reaching right in front of the starving Sandpiper.

And when they mouth a place of thought, the next moment, they disappear as if they were dreams, themselves, music, plants, magic formations.

But that's all.

Nothing more happens.

There is no particular change in the body of the Red Hungry Shahou.

If it doesn't burn, it doesn't oxidize and collapse.

Instead, Red Hungry Shahou moved forward as if he had remembered his mission.

Finally, we reach the third step and succeed in crushing the balance.

"... so?" Caligula's disappointing inquiry.

underdevelopment.

Everyone on the spot must have thought so.

But only Fujiwara was sure of success.

Because surely the eggs served.

In that evidence, the Red Hungry Shahou, who should have been free, has done nothing yet.

Don't try to do harm even though I'm in front of you.

That's all.

Red Hungry Sha Xiao Moving quietly, as if the knight showed loyalty, he would kneel on one knee and calm me down.

"Become... stupid..."

Caligula extinguishes.

You must be surprised that Red Hungry Sha Jing has emerged from his magical reign.

The eggs now contained the magic of 'charm' as you can see.

Of course it's not just magic, so it's a substitute for captivating even the undead monsters that others serve.

"... so it was Mr. Red Hungry Shah (Elizabeth)? Please clean up the rest of the undead monsters here."

Red hungry sandpipers bark back at his neck.

That must be the reply of the new master, Fujiwara, to obey his words.

Move out. And begin to drive out the undead monsters that had barely vanished.

Regardless, there is no such thing as being able to stop the red monster on this occasion.

They were unilaterally ravaged, driven, and the neighborhood quieted down in less time.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww! Awwwwwwwwwwwww! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

The only remaining caligula is screaming.

Losing room earlier and dancing like a hollow dancer, I'm stuck with what used to be me (a servant) in a semi-frequent.

"Me! Me, too! Red Hungry Sadduce (Elizabeth) Chan, oh, my God!

But the Red Hungry Shahou does not respond to the call.

After just doing his job in silence, he follows Fujiwara's next order and heads to drive out the army of the undead who are supposed to be outside the castle.

Caligula follows suit and disappears from the hall.

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"... ugh"

Fujiwara breathed as she managed to get the situation to a paragraph.

Much of the neighborhood made me quiet.

Why is it that even Igor and the other ninjas are still stiffened with their mocking faces in the sanctuary?

What the hell is wrong with you when you say the crisis has left?

"Well, okay."

All we have to do is do something about this (...).

When I look at my feet, a box falling from the ceiling when I used The Book of Burial of Everything is rolling with strange music.

"Orgol of the Corpse".

Instead of breaking like a pretty stubborn product, it is running flat with the lid open, even after burning. Even if I don't look closely, I'm twisting around the surrounding air, twisting the disastrous magic.

Seems like something that might be difficult to find out.

Fujiwara quickly decides to get ready.

First, take off the jacket you are wearing, and instead wear the black apron you removed from your sitting bag. Then he puts on his glasses, binds his hair with a rubber band, and wears gloves.

I also wanted to prepare a platform if I could, but I can't even touch the appraisals with a detour, so I'll leave it like this.

After that, wear monocular glasses and complete.

And when he was finally ready to calm down and do his job, Fujiwara decided to declare it as usual.

"Well, let's begin the appraisal!