Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

The collector looks around at the massive amount of magic appliances scattered around him in a nose mix as he sits in his chair.

Sounds pretty upbeat.

"Well, which one will it be...... hun, hun... hum"

Earlier the collector caught his eye, there was a single whistle shining in gold.

When the collector slapped the bread and hands, something like a chunk of treasure that was rolling at his feet rose.

Gemstones are embedded all over the body shining in gold.

It was apparently a golem built to mimic Myrn (a rare warcraft just like a cat).

Myarn flew to the golden whistle and moved to his mouth, putting his face up towards me.

"How about" Argusta's Golden Flute "? It is a universal, demon-calling whistle. This is that if you blow it, the warcraft around you will come by... Not only that, but it's also superb as an instrument. The bard Argusta, who made this, was recognized for his wisdom and talent, so much so that he was forced to live in the palace by the king of the kingdom of Velgrass. After all, he escaped and was killed by an assassin. Hahahahaha! This is what I have been stealing from the treasure trove of the royal palace. This tone is pretty good. Once you hear it, you can be sure that even the Warcraft will not be caught and come"

The Kingdom of Velgrass is a small country, quite far from the kingdom of Dinrat.

I'm usually good at saying I've stolen it from the royal palace, okay?

First rate as an adventurer, but certainly seems like a lot of difficulty as a person.

It's just that I have a demon Harmeln who can manipulate and direct the Warcraft as I please.

In terms of donating warcraft, it is entirely subordinate.

The music, too, I don't know... nothing I don't care about, but not at all so much that I think I can trade it for a world-tree autoem.

"Hmmm... that sounds awesome, but it doesn't seem like the right time for me to use it"

"Huhahaha! I didn't expect you to say no to this one! This is like watching how things go. So, how about that?

As the collector waved, the golden Nyalun turned to the tip of his finger and touched his forefoot to the great bow that was falling on the floor.

The big bow string is made of metal wire. Is this glow... Mithrill?

"It is" The Great Bow of the King of War Baghdam ". An arrow released from this great bow said it shot through a king in a castle far away, even in a storm. Most of all... I wonder if the bearers of Mithril's strings exist outside of me in today's world!

King of War Baghdam is a famous figure.

He said his overwhelming combat talent before him only raised him up to name him King.

But when I got something like that, I couldn't have used it properly.

And if you're going to crush the castle, it's faster to let go of Abel Ball. Nowhere, such as the need to use a big bow.

"There's no use in my power, it..."

"It's something of historical value. If you sell it, you'll get enough forehead to play and live even if you start your life over ten times. You don't look like the type to be obsessed with gold. Are you satisfied with what you have here... then it's time to show them what you will definitely want!

When the collector waved his arm, a pot appeared between me and the collector.

The surgically drawn paper is pasted in large quantities.

The kettle is occasionally shaken with cancer, cancer, as it is slapped from the inside.

"Ko, this is...!

I don't have eyes for frigid things any more than I did in my last life.

That is no different than it is now, but rather enhanced.

"It's a huge loss... I have no choice but to give you this!" A Pot of Hundreds of Industries, "I call it. They found it in the basement of the Great Temple, among the fire gods Maharboism. Perhaps the pot itself, which is in the Bible of Mahalvo, that Mahalvo sealed a hundred great demons in a pot. From this pot, I feel a hell of an aura. Definitely. Fuhahahaha! Decorate or open this, do as you please. I don't really recommend opening it either! Don't hesitate to take it. If you don't want to change history, you don't treat it inadvertently! You can't crush one big country with one of these!

Hicha, a hundred great demons!?

Is it like Zolomonia that nearly a hundred people are in this?

Ho, I want it. I want to decorate the house.

... It's just, well, the world-tree autem is also a memento with Meir.

Otherwise I might have been able to replace it, but I still don't feel like replacing it with a 'hundred pots of business' either.

Meir looked anxiously at the world-tree oatem placed at the gatherer's feet and at me anxiously as a flicker.

Meir, too, seemed thoughtful about the world-tree autem.

I got my thumbs up and smiled lightly when I met Meir.

"Hmmm...... I'm sorry, but after all, you're not going to change your mind"

"What...?

When I shrugged, the collector's eyes glared at me.

In contrast, Meir was happily glowing her expression.

Altamia moves beside me in the universe, pounding my ears.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you absolutely mad at me?

The collector laughed furiously as he scratched the voice off.

"Huhahahahaha! You really have an actor. No, I'm in! I really need you to negotiate with me! Oh, my God, I lost! Not quite, not a lot of courage! I've rarely had more pleasure!

I didn't seem angry.

As I was relieved, the collector stood up momentously and lifted both arms up.

"Fine, come on! I can't care less if I don't get what I decide I want! Now take all the treasure that I have put out here! Huhahahaha! What, don't worry about it. I fell in love with that doll first. I lost."

"Huh...?

When I was surprised and flabbergasted, the collector laughed niggly.

"What? Did you notice that now? Fuhahahaha! Keep that sticky on my opponent, little man. You told me to reduce it, and now I can't change it! I never bend what I decide to do once!

Altamia wipes the sweat off her forehead.

It doesn't look like you're scratching sweat because you're a spiritual body, but is it like a habit when you were human?

"I wondered what would happen... but I'm glad it's going to fit round. But you... it's too much. I owe it to someone I shouldn't be too involved with. I know what that means..."

"Oh, no... fine. Oh... not that it's good, but, uh, I don't need it"

I made a clear declaration to the collector before Altamia ran out.

Altamia drops her shoulder disappointingly and holds her face down with both hands.

"... Am I?

As the collector picked up the golden dagger at his feet, he instantly stabbed him to the ground.

The impact cracks the floor as it draws a zigzag. I heard the floor blow up far behind me.

On the spine, something cold runs.

Apparently that sword...... has the power to enhance impact and control that direction.

The collector stands up slowly, staring at me.

"Let me ask you what you're going to do, Abel. Depending on your response, you don't have to."