Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

I got information from the owner of the precious metal store and am currently looking for a demon prop store. Domo, it's Knobsada.

We are very involved in the magic prop area. Your quest is tough too. You've only been lost since the back alley of the autumn leaves. The dungeon is easier - I finally found it when I was wandering around.

Demon Prop Store 'Auhata'

I also hesitate to enter the store in a suspicious two-story building to see. Still, if you never open the door, it will open once again with a very deaf sound. Bad building, pull the oil.

I don't know what you're going to use it for in a dim store, specimens of eyeballs, some kind of arm cut off, oak or some kind of rod pickled in formalin every ball, etc. (?) and there is a line of things in the glass bottle. Um, it's a waste of time. Oak's golden ball didn't feel so vivid because it's really golden, did it?

"Hiccup, that's not unusual with customers. What's it like to be such a monstrous magician?"

An old woman in the atmosphere was looking over the store and suddenly talked to me saying she was already a witch from the looks of it. It is force majeure that has caused me unexpected frustration. 'Cause this old lady didn't show any signs at all.

"I heard from the owner of the Vlagan Precious Metals store that someone was selling me information here."

"What can I do for you to crush that cereal? Wait a minute."

The old woman rang like a black bell beating with one hand...... no, it didn't ring. Stop prying and wait a while to see if it is some kind of magic prop.

Wait thirty minutes.

It's a long, long time. I bought it because I was talking to an old woman and she had a magic catalyst.

Tons of tongues and the sound coming down the stairs echoed from above. The door in the back of the store, visible even from where I was, opened and the middle-aged man with a clumsy head dashed from it.

"Grandma Keller, are you this kid who runs errands for me?

"Oh, yeah. It's a rare favor for you to be fluttering over there. You earn exactly what you want. Because I'm not waiting for rent this month. Hiccup."

"It's superfluous to be flustered! Hey, kid. I'm Tante. He's a clumsy informant. Depending on your generation, I would like to say more, but this information on the Wang capital is precisely what Mountain is all about. Do you still want to hear it?

I snarl and nod.

"Yeah, I want to know it was this king's capital. About The Popolton Store. If you know the whereabouts of Dornuko's son Popoto, the former owner of the store, please let me know."

Try to cover your mouth with your left hand and think about it. Goodbye man, too, Tante. Hmm? Are you out of your mind, Tante's eyes glowing slightly? What is it, a fine line, no letters? That looked as if it was glowing like a barrage on a certain video site.

"You kept me waiting. I've got all the information. Ten silver coins if you want to hear this guy. What do we do?"

"Here's your bill. Let me know."

Honestly, there's a limit to what I'm looking for on my feet. Depending on the accuracy of the information, I might ask for the next one, so let's not spare any money here.

"Oh, that's generous. Good paying customers are welcome. Thank you for your information..."

"Popolton Store"

Grocery store set up by Dornuko and crushed by his ex-wife, Fudico. After deporting Dornuko, he continued to run a rotten relationship with his former employee, Luvan. But Luvan was connected to the local mafia and approached Fudico to get this store. As planned, the store served as a good hideout for the local mafia. Apparently Fudico was treated like a mafia opponent whore here after all.

And then, ostensibly, it's supposed to have been sold off, but the building itself was taken over by the King's Capital guard, and all involved seem to have fallen into slavery. You said you handled banned drugs for everything.

So, Popoto in question, but they dumped him around the time the yakuza came in and chased him home. After that, he said that he was working as an adventurer with a flurry to the slam. I just didn't seem to know where I was until now.

Still advanced to twelve. I still can't confirm the information, but if it's accurate, I think he did enough work on ten silver coins. Why is so much information coming out of just standing there? And is that what you can trust? It may not seem that way, but I would judge it worthy of credit based on the data entered by the identification teacher.

Name: Tante Woizumi Gender: Male Age: 43 Race: Shirazawa (Hakuta)

Class: Knower LV44 Condition: Health

Title: None

[Skills]

Protective Arts Lv4 Holy Magic Lv4 Dark Magic Lv4 Avoidance Lv5 Escape Foot Lv6 Transformation Lv6

[Race-Specific Skills]

Fountain of Knowledge LV4

"The Knower"

Unique class of the White Ze clan. Only those aged and experienced can change classes. It becomes a mandatory class to use the Fountain of Knowledge, a race-specific skill.

The same Shirazawa tribe as Marsh. I guess the thing about my eyes earlier was because I used a fountain of knowledge. Well, was it because of the class that Marsh still couldn't use his unique skills? He seemed to care, and I'll tell him when I get home. There was also a compatriot at last.

"I'm sorry for being a little halfway informative. So far, this is the best we've got."

"No, it's fine because I could even ask for more detailed information than I thought. And then I'm going to look for things via the Adventurer Alliance."

"Ma, if anything happens, you can come back. I'm mostly in" Demon Prop Shop Orhata "at noon."

Sounds like some kind of private eye, but you're upside down day and night. I was kind of missed when I was on the night shift.

"Yeah, I'll be sorry to bother you again then. Okay, now."

I lowered my head and left the store behind. Looking for an Adventurer Guild or a Slam. There's got to be employment in a large market, but there still seems to be that kind of slam. There were also stories of hunted beasts and other people living in hiding. Do you want to go back for today?

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There was a man in a lonely tavern leaning alone into a potpound and a cup.

Nobody tries to come near me because I lurk something sword-soaked in the stench or just one corner of it. That also makes a man's stood heart even more annoying. If the contents of the cup were poured rampantly into his throat, the sake accelerated his intoxication.

"Oh, my God, you seem to be drinking in a very unscrupulous way."

One likes to speak up to such a man. A man who frowns at the sudden intrusion of someone who was asking how he was far-flung.

Lovers dressed in black under the robe. What you can see from the shadows is redheads. I feel an atmosphere that reminds my skin of an unsightly but sharp eye. From years of experience, he sounds alarmed that a man's inquiry is an unafraid being.

"Ahem? It doesn't matter what way I drink it!

"No, that's it. I have, a relationship. I'd like to make you a request."

"Ha, you can't do that. I'm still in the middle of a request, so there's no way I can take an extra request. Besides, I can't believe I asked you to be so drunk. All I can say is your eyes are cloudy."

A man who spreads his hands, overreacts and shakes his head.

"That's not true. I also see occupational patterns. My eyes are fat. The only thing intoxicating is the upper side. How good conditions are drawn out in your heart now. That's what you're thinking, isn't it? Lord Arthur Kula, Commander of the Mahal Marine Corps"

Previously, the attitude of self-inflicted self-abandonment lurked and brought his arms together and his back to the wall.

"Shit, it's a prospect. So, what's your nature? If I didn't share the information, I wouldn't be moving."

"This is rude. I was one of them."

The man in black offers a small square piece of paper. Surprisingly if you take it and look......

"How many times, Serchez Ariel, Chief of Military Intelligence of the Principality of Tycoon? You can have what the intelligence department identifies you with!?

Arthur putting in the utmost earnest scratches. A man in black named Sarchese who doesn't change his complexion at all for such a scratch. Although I can't see my face in the first place.

"So what's the matter with the Secretary moving straight away?"

"Well, it's not that absurd of a voice,"

I just looked around and said what was going on. I was watching this table. If Arthur gives him a kick in the ass, he can pull in a shitty face. On the surface, though.

"So, that's what I want you to do, Goño Goño."

I communicated the request to whisper in my ear. Arthur's eyes are stunned at how much he talks about.

"But even if we try to succeed, we're going into slavery because of a violation of the terms of the request. Besides, I'm the leader of the regiment..."

Sarchese cracks her mouth open so that she can't see just because she was waiting for the word.

"Don't worry, I'll turn my hand around from this side about that. At dawn of operational success, your identities will be integrated into a unit of the Principality Army. Either way, you're the captain. And..."

Once I cut the words and squirmed meaningfully.

"Isn't it your deputy commander who's betraying the regiment? I hear you'll have everything at the Duke's house."

"Become!? That's what I'm talking about!

Obviously I see the color of agitation. You seem to be very confident and unable to manipulate your emotions. Is it second-class? I still wanted to take in that deputy commander, but I wouldn't be able to move that way, and I can't help it. I guess if you had mastered the bottom in the first place, you wouldn't even believe in a trick to hold the Duke. Well, you'd excel as a disposable handkerchief. Sarchese, who had buried her inner heart with such sentiments, folds even more upsetting Arthur.

"This one is getting asylum for the country. There's no way the Dukes can be more credible than they can sue."

The look on his face, which was somewhat dominated by dark emotions, seems to cement his determination.

"I know what it is. I'll take care of the guy on this side."

"Yeah, come to the royal castle with that business card if the end goes well. If you show it to me, the guards won't do anything unhindered."

He left the nodding shop as it was. Drunkenness arrives home in a foothold of awakening determination.

In the store after I dropped Arthur off. All the guests who were supposed to have been there had changed their appearance to those wearing white surfaces and erased traces of the scene.

"No, that was a lot easier to ride, dumb and helpful. You didn't have to borrow the store to buy this."

Hit it like before and shake your head in a different light condition, Sarchese. Arthur was unaware that there seemed to be no abnormality in the store, but that the fragrance, which was tasteless and odorless, had been burned. That incense that diminishes judgment is forbidden, but it doesn't make sense to them to leap back at the behest of the state. Such a white side kneeling beside him.

Sir, we're ready to withdraw.

"Oops, hard work. Let the owner smell the incense, just in case."

"Ha!"

The whites disappeared and only Sarchese remained on the spot. Remove the robe and the black clothes will turn into red clothes. The grin on its face seemed soft at first glance, but it had an evil feeling of fear and fear.

"Come on, it's time for Gramada's trick to work. We're almost there until the curtain opens. I need all the stars to dance insanely. That's until you die. Kuhahahahahahaha"