Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

"What?"

The sword I should have given you is coming back here.

Fujiwara pushed him back into Soara's arms. There's a mischievous grin on that face, and I don't know what you're thinking.

Anemone, who was next door, is also nodding to agree for some reason.

"Now Anemone Counsellor"

"I don't know, Store Manager"

"What do you think of Soara's troubles from Anemone, who is also a former skilled explorer? Does he need to sell this firesword to attack the third basement?

"Aren't you?

"What's the reason?

"It's not because of the gear that you can't attack,"

Soara is told that she is not a weapon.

In that case, I can only think of one idea that others might point to.

"Of course, it's not due to lack of strength. If you look at your everyday routine, you'll hear that you've worked out quite a bit with a good mentor."

"If not, what is it?

"What's missing from you is something more fundamental and fundamental in the quest for dungeons."

"Fundamental and basic things......?

Soara doesn't know.

Ever since I couldn't move on from the basement third floor, I've been thinking so much that I don't like what I'm missing.

Experience, knowledge, sword qualities, judgment abilities, reflex nerves, funds, magic qualities......

The more irrational it is to mention such a thing.

I just didn't think that's what Anemone was saying.

"Mr. Store Manager, Mr. Anemone. Please. Tell me where to get that."

When Soara opens the door, her voice and sound greet her like a flood.

The sound of a dish or glass bump.

Footsteps the employees take care of each other.

Customer orders.

Laughter.

Talking.

Sometimes cursing.

They are overflowing the store as a vibrant blur.

It's a tavern called 'The Mole Pavilion Looking Up at the Sun'.

It was a time when the sun had not yet set, but the shop seemed to flourish.

Soara remembers how often the liquor store came out of her master's story, as she stomped inside.

For labyrinth city seekers, the tavern seems to be an indispensable place for exchanging information.

However, in the case of the master, which waitress is cute, which brand of liquor is delicious and all that talk.

"Um... sorry"

Soara leads to the counter and speaks to her mistress, who was polishing a wooden ale jock. On the strong side with the eyelids on, the sharp eyes of those who are not hiding are stared at.

"Ahhh..."

"That's a new face. What's your name?"

"It's called Soara"

"I'm Elizabeth. Beth is fine."

"Mr. Beth, so..."

"This is a tavern. Order something first."

"Then give me a ginger ale..."

"Sort of?

Soara handed over a magic bottle and a letter that she had kept as a snack in exchange for a drink that had been tampered with by a giant jock.

"I got this from the manager of 'Old Good'..."

"Are they ordering coffee and biscuits again? We're not a coffee shop, we're a liquor store. Sometimes...... oh?

Apparently, the letter contained an order.

My mistress, who was bumping when she saw an order from a familiar customer, looked up at the lid and then turned a meaningful grin towards me.

Then he said, "I'll get it ready, just wait," and disappeared into the kitchen in the back.

What the hell did it say?

After that, the manager of "| The Age of the Good Old Mages (Old Good)" asked me to come and use you for a moment.

I very much didn't think I could attack the basement third floor of the dungeon with that, but Soara decided to do as she said for now.

I didn't think it might have been made fun of or used to use it as a good idea, but I felt that would not be the case only with those people.

Until I ran errands on a chair at an empty table nearby, I decided to first shrink myself and erase my presence from the spot.

Actually, I've never visited a liquor store before.

Because I felt somewhat scared, and most importantly because I felt ashamed if I showed my face as a novice rounder.

Tickle and lick the jock carried in your mouth.

Ginger ale, which I accidentally asked for, had alcohol in it, but it was not hard to drink because it was quite thin.

I asked because my master said I used to drink it, but I prefer this distinctive spiciness and sweetness one way or another.

……

View blurry and surrounding guest seats.

Guests still have a lot of Seeker-like warriors dressed in rugged armor and magicians dressed in loose robes.

Not only do they just drink and eat at the tavern, but they celebrate their return from the dungeon and toast and talk enthusiastically about the offense.

Of course, there are even those who drink and those who are interested in betting bills.

Explorers visiting here must probably be the owners of arms that can somehow pass through the basement of the dungeon about three floors.

Soara blurs wondering what things are missing from her compared to them like that.

Difference in equipment? Differences in experience? No skills?

No. It's not, there's got to be something more familiar, truthful, and pivotal.

And the difference is not necessary only in the phase of the basement third floor, but in the offense of the dungeon itself.

But sadly, Soara doesn't know what that is.

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I feel and look back when the pretend calls me from behind.

I wondered if my eyelid mistress had brought a takeout product, and it was another person there.

Girl who blushes in three knits.

I felt close to my generation from the point of view.

He tends to lean over, holds a wooden wand in his hands as if it mattered, and looks moulded and shy.

I knew she seemed to be a wizard from the start of a tongari hat worn deep in the eye and a slightly coal-fired deep purple robe.

"Uh, who?

"... I... I'm Lynne..."

"Ha."

"The... Mr. Soara, right...?

"Oh, yeah, but"

"You're looking for a buddy, aren't you?

"Eh."

"... so... that... you and I (party) if you like... wouldn't you?... Stunt is a flame-based curse... not very strong yet... but if it's about Graymold it's easy to defeat..."

As for Soara, I didn't know what the three knitting girls in front of me were talking about and the situation wasn't swallowing. But before blocking her, she had started introducing herself on her own.

"... my favorite food is a scone with strawberry jam on it... the one I hate is a spider... and then... the other monster I don't like is a skeleton...!

"Hey, wait a minute"

……

What does it mean to be one of us?

I just came here because the owner of the antique shop asked me to use you. Isn't he talking to someone else differently?

How do you know the name in the first place? There must be only a limited number of people I know in this labyrinth city.

Soara swallowed a few words that hit her throat.

- Behind the three-knit girl I noticed, my eyelid mistress, who had returned at some point in the far rear of the counter, put her arms together and smiled and asked how this one was doing.

Speaking of which, what did that antique shop ask me to say on the note?

……

Soara then asks herself a question she has never asked.

I wonder if I want company.

That's a question I've never thought about for Soara, who has done anything alone before.

"... uh"

It was for some reason my master's memorabilia that came to mind on the pretend.

About a decade ago in a rural town called Norston, his home town, there was a raid by the Goblin Bandits, and Soara, who was still young, was on the verge of escape and being killed.

It was my master who was a vagabond at the time who rushed me there.

When he unplugged the firesword he was carrying, he appeared a vortex of flames, swallowed the goblins lightly, and buried his later refrained augs with one blow as well.

After the incident, the master was to be begged and hired as a guide to swordsmanship in the town.

Since Soara was soon apprenticed, she encouraged her archery as she listened to the thoughts of her master, who was a former explorer of the labyrinth city.

Talk about a horrible monster you encountered in a dungeon.

stories of treasures sleeping at the bottom of an underground lake like no one knows,

Numerous adventures Tan got over it, even though he was dying to see it.

There were always fellow masters in those stories, which is why they were funny and sometimes made me cry.

And when did Soara begin to admire the Seeker while listening to it?

After coming here, I finally felt Soara figured out what she lacked.

What is missing from me, something more fundamental and fundamental in the quest for dungeons?

"... what's wrong?

The three-knit girl - with the linen looking anxious, is asking this one.

I had to say something. If you have spoken to yourself because of this, but you have taken this important opportunity by surprise, I have to say that I am disqualified as an explorer.

"S"

"Su?"

"Su, I'll take care of Skeleton!

Good luck, squeeze out the words and make the best grin. My whole body was trembling with tension as well as my voice and I was pretty embarrassed, but I had to say I could do it well for myself.

'Cause she... linen hung up on me.

"Yeah, I... lol...!

"Nice to meet you"

"Ha... will that kid work"

"I think it'll work."

"Oh, maybe I should have followed you sneaking around and seen how it went. If anything happened, I'd have gotten a scythe."

Anemone has been cleaning in the same place for a long time, but is worried about Soara because she doesn't feel comfortable.

As for Fujiwara, however, she was more worried that the pattern of bamboo her armor was gripping was making a mistletoe noise.

"Let's see how it goes"

"Mr. Anemone, let's calm down"

I thought you were like a parent worrying about your first child.

In the first place, she is completely suspicious if she wears full body armor later. Rather, it could cause trouble.

"Well, the manager doesn't care about you, Soara. I'm a pervert who's only interested in items, so I guess I'm not interested in anyone else. That's right. I'm sure he is, you bastard."

"You call me Hido."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Tell me the truth. I'm so sorry. I hear I'm crazy."

"Well, as usual, I don't mind, but Mr. Anemone is the one holding his shoulder very quickly."

"That's not true. Just that kid's probably the type to try to do anything on his own. That's why I shouldn't be good at relying on people. And when I see it, for some reason, I want to talk."

"Really?"

Fujiwara thought it might be because you look a lot like yourself.

Anemone must have overlaid Soara with her old self.

Before I found a companion I felt comfortable with, I remember there was a time when she didn't know to rely on someone the same way, didn't try to rely on anyone, and was depressed.

"Speaking of which, how did Mr. Anemone attack the third basement floor?

"Oh? There are many ways to attack. Moldslime can play as soon as you use your shield to overwhelm it with force, and if you want to avoid combat, you can send all the attacks and escape. The walls are still thin around here, so you can break them with a sword and move on."

"Hello? That's not a tactic, is it?

Speaking of which, I remembered that Anemone had the experience of running alone through the fifteenth basement of the dungeon.

Her two names, "Footsteps of Death," are derived from the anecdote that the monster's carcass is rolling, determined to follow the passage where the steel footsteps echo.

He is so much a front-runner in the affective system.

"... by the way Store Manager"

"Yes."

Speaking of which, Anemone raised her face from the pattern of a broken bamboo and said so towards this one.

"It's her, not him"

"... Yes?

For a moment, Fujiwara tilts her neck gently without knowing what she was told.

Soara, you're a girl.

"Oh, oh... you did. Wrong word."

That's what Fujiwara says and deludes. I was deeply surprised and managed to disguise myself as calm, even though I was about to slip off the counter.

Cheng Cheng, was it the so-called "My Son" one?

I honestly wasn't aware of it at all. I certainly didn't think he was a boy with some neutral vibe.

For a swordsman, there was something small and skinny, and in retrospect, I think there was something girly about the tone and behavior.

I still don't seem to have enough training. It was a fujiwara I swore to my heart that my human appraisal eyes would have to be polished as well.

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Identification Card 'Firesword'

"Thou shalt give three hundred and twenty and five drops of blood, which thou shalt tell all but the barbarians of unclean grey eyes - and the world shall oxidize, and fire, and burn, as the bonfire of the Pichtheim garden."

Fireswords are only imitations of artifacts in the first place. The origins lie in the ancient species of fire lizards (Fire Drake) that inhabit lava: the long red tongue that melts everything. Whatever the last thing in the world would be if it were tangled up in a red, long tongue as the name suggests, it is said that it would melt and not even leave ashes as it burns, and inspired by its anecdote and cast by Eustan Yotunheim of The Age of Good Old Mages is the legendary sword Flametan. It is said to give those who can carry a powerful fire protection and that its cleavage cleaves rocks and iron like melting even in butter. Fireswords are further modeled on that. However, fire protection has been lost during the design process and only features enhanced sword strikes by flames. Still, when used, its ability to wrap a flame around the sword body also deals damage from combustion in addition to normal slaughter is extremely effective for enemies who don't like fire, starting with undead monsters, the market is as cheap as 20,000 Guerns even for 'good quality' things, decorated in a used weapons store product case it is also a "first granting tool likely to be reached if you work hard" and an object of admiration for the rushing seeker.