The Sorcerer King of Destruction and the Golem of the Barbarian Queen

"Wow, that's a really big city..."

"This clan capital is the largest city in the Alavi clan."

A huge city surrounded by walls, viewed from a carriage.

It's a sizeable city. Not the ratio of rural neighborhoods like Tibura and Gibil.

The name of this city is “Sarav”. Of the Alavi clan, it is the clan capital.

They say clan capital refers to a local city where the lord's castle is located.

The country consists of many local administrations called clans. Well, perhaps to put it bluntly, the clan is a province called Modern Japan, where the clan lord is the governor. But isn't this place Sarav like the prefectural seat? I don't know.

The end of the station carriage journey was Sarav, the clan capital.

Contrary to my initial expectation of shopping to the neighborhood's countryside, I even came to the biggest, super metropolis in the Alavi clan.

We're moving further northwest on the carriage from the example inn where we tried to weigh Gore.

I was forced to try to weigh in at the inn, and I was ready that Gore might finally grab my love.

... but nothing like that at all.

Rather, Gore seems to have stuck with Betta the next morning and for some reason even got more friendship the other way around. I already thought my friendship with Gore had totally reached MAX no matter what I thought, but how far the hell am I going to go......

Either way, my partner was really, brightly broad-minded, good one.

While doing so, in front of a huge exterior wall gate, the carriage stopped.

All passengers seem to get off here and walk into the wall.

The three of us got off after the other passengers.

If you look, by both sides of the gate, two large golems stand.

"So, you're big..."

I breathed unexpectedly.

The front of the golem is covered with black armor like a thick shield.

I've seen this guy in the drawings. Probably the "freshly shielded" one. It is the most numerous, typical heavy golem for military use.

Again, heavy golems, big. I don't know exactly because it's a little far from here, but I think it's bigger than the crossbow (Ishiyumi) golem of the Paisley Chamber of Commerce that I fought these days. Probably about 4 or 5 meters tall.

Besides, the amount of armor is completely different. The thickness of the black shield is completely wall-like.

A crossbow golem that strikes remotely with relatively light armor, as a heavy golem, is rather heretical. Heavy armor, great power, and enemies like these guys in front of us now storm from the front and crush, is the standard for heavy golems.

This shield golem, the drawings said something like, "If you form it and let it storm, you're invincible," but I'm also convinced of that description. How the hell am I supposed to stop this stuff...

Big, heavy, hard, strong looking. It is a golem that very much tickles the mind of a boy when he is forced to see the power of the real thing in this way.

"That's the shield golem..."

I sent an innocent boy to the Shield Golem.

But at this point, as if it were inversely proportional to my enthusiasm, somehow I felt a thin icy killing spreading behind my back.

Has been annoying.

... Shit. It's Gore's bite urge.

"Oh, hey, wait, Gore! That won't go out of style!

I grabbed Gore's hand.

Gore, who was grabbed by his right hand, stares back at him in a proper way. The long ear swayed slightly as he put more force into his gripping hand.

Killing, slowly pulling away.

Good, did you make it... I relieved myself.

But that was dangerous. Biting on that one, seriously, doesn't make it spiffy.

It's not a matter of winning.

The shield golem is a military aircraft. And doing security in such a public place would mean that their owners would be almost 100% military or police organizations.

There is no way to bite a single corner that is a neighbor's dog (golem).

Unlike the gentle acetu who laughed and forgave me, I'm sorry to be grounded if I attacked public power. Gore will surely be sent to the health center as a bad cock that bites people, and I, the owner, will be sent to jail for obstructing my official duties.

And as the investigation progressed, I discovered the aftermath of various violent shakedowns of the past by me (that I couldn't save Gore's rampage), and eventually I was dug up to the sin of the Demon Leader King, and the death penalty...

I can't imagine. When I was shaking, Grandma Tete, who was moving on by herself, noticed us standing still.

"This is Nemaki! How many oils do you sell there? If you don't just follow me, I'm gonna leave you."

"Oh, oh...... I'm sorry, I'm coming."

As I replied, I pulled Gore's hand and walked out.

I think I'm a credit worker for preventing accidents and tragedies from happening, but I wonder why my grandmother is scolding me.

Very sad.

Gore, on the other hand, is in a good mood for some reason.

Happily, I'm going to bust my hands.

You look like you're really having fun with your life.

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Through the outer walls, there was a large city spread out there.

After all, the appearance of the building gives the impression that it was before recent times.

However, when it comes to cities of this size, there is also a certain appearance of medium- and high-rise architecture.

Behind the city, you can see a large building with a number of tall towers.

That's probably the castle of the lord.

Either way, I don't have any particular plans for a tour of the castle this time.

The buildings downtown are occasionally connected by bridge-like structures between the roofs, creating what a unique city. Is it a crossroads object because I can see people walking up there?

The style of architecture itself is also very different from that found in the Golem.

Overall, the building has a slightly open atmosphere.

I guess this is naturally the difference between the city and the countryside, but I think one of the reasons is that the climate is different.

The clan capital is not surrounded by depressed forest areas like the foothills of Sidr.

This is a city close to the sea, facing the estuary. The land is also slightly drier than the forest. If you were forced to apply it to the original world, would you feel like a Mediterranean climate......?

Hi, it seems that that vast forest in Siddhar was born as a result of a southerly wind blowing from the sea hitting the mountains, resulting in massive rainfall growing the forest. After a while along the mountain range, much of the forest momentum fades.

The Arabi clan has no hairy Arabic element instead of its name, but if it is limited to the area around this clan capital, there may be more Arabic elements than the area along the Siddle Mountains. Although it is the difference in atmosphere level.

If you look around you, many of the people you go to are lively and the streets are full of lively voices.

It's the outer walls, but it doesn't have the atmosphere of a blocked castle city.

People seem to come and go active.

Speaking of which, this city called Sarav faces the western side of the estuary, so there should also be a port. Come to think of it, Sarav is probably a port city. Logistics and trading will probably flourish as well.

I see. Maybe there's a reason for this vibrancy.

Also, walking through the crowd like this, I occasionally see pets like ours.

I also saw about two people with the golem already.

Others, with birds on their shoulders or animals like bobcats.

Whoa, my sister, she had a long snake wrapped around her neck...

If this is the case, we don't seem to stand out too badly from the combination.

... Well.

Looks like Grandma Tete is going to be shopping in this city as notified in advance.

Plus, they're gonna do some big shopping.

Grandma Tete reminded me of this purchase the other day.

Why did my grandmother suddenly feel like making such a big purchase?

The reason for this is all the time - because suddenly money was made.

So why did you suddenly make money for your grandmother?

The reason for this is cows.

The other day, Gore called me to slaughter my cows in the Siddle Mountains. It wasn't just massive amounts of meat and fur that the pile of carcasses of a good number filling that slope brought.

As a matter of fact, a demon-guided nucleus came out of the cow.

Yes, next to the monkey's demon-guided nucleus is the cow's demon-guided nucleus.

Even so, not all cattle came out with a demon-guided nucleus.

It probably came out, like, four or five in total.

Only a few demon nuclei have crystallized after killing all that, so I can see why demon nuclei are grabbed with valuables. The big monkey, which was almost 100% crystalline, seemed like a really special example.

Grandma's story says that cattle don't use a lot of exorcism, so the phenomenon of crystallization of exorcism nuclei is itself a category of warcraft that is slightly less likely to occur in the first place. Also, in the case of the warcraft of the variant, it seems that the demonic conductor nucleus is susceptible to crystallization symptoms in the body, so in the case of monkeys, it probably has something to do with that. But I think Dr. Speria called the big monkeys mutants due to earthly temper.

Incidentally, its master and splendid culturalist, Dr. Speria, has even bothered to take credit for me when I took over the demonic guided nucleus of the ancient dragon, which I didn't even know existed, for research purposes.

But, but! This baba, even as a matter of course, has worn all the bull's demon guided nuclei as his own!!! What a greedy baba! Besides, Baba is going to squander that precious Demon Guided Nucleus in an instant in this shopping session!

I can no longer only sigh at Baba's low level of culturalism...

Though, I don't know because both Gore and I are currently in a hippo state of Baba. If there hadn't been a mass slaughter of cattle, it would have been as sweet as Baba's generosity and even stepped down the cost of food instead of rent.

I am also in this position of a boulder, nothing protests...

Well, should we think that thanks to the honorable sacrifice of the cows, we can now live a dignified hippo life in the future? I don't know about that as a person.

I was thinking about that, and I thought.

Speaking of which, how much money is it worth, exactly, to be called the Demon Guided Nucleus?

I had never even heard of baldness in particular on this point.

He's made me a contract by calculating the proceeds of the sale to discipline against me for giving up some of the monkey's demon guided nukes. That contract probably says the price of Demon Guided Nuclear.

But I haven't read the contents of the contract yet.

Because at that time, I didn't remember how to write my name and I didn't even sign the contract. I'm talking about your bald spot, so I'm sure if I write my autograph and press my thumbnail a little, the contract will be activated.

Because baldness is really stupid......

He is a bee asshole. That's how you ruined it with interest on your debt, and you haven't learned anything. Besides, you don't have any money to look good at me. He is indeed a foolish and incompetent bald man.

The contract remains sealed and thrown into the shoulder bag.

Speaking of which, I don't want this kind of paper, so I was going to burn it in a burning fire when I was in Nojuku. But right after I left Tibala, I hit a poisonous carrot, and a confused gore is causing a crying warp commotion. As a result, it was no longer there, and I had completely forgotten it existed.

Let's do some baked potatoes next time and burn them then.

And, well, that's the circumstance, and I don't know much about the price of Demon Guided Nuclear either.

"Hey, Granny. How much is that demon-guided nucleus worth?

"Um, yeah... The Great Goat's Demon Guided Nucleus itself was not originally of that high quality. Because I only use them as much as the" Wind Caller "demon guide. Besides, I've never seen a real thing before. I honestly don't know the price well for not actually appraising it."

"What, is this the first time Grandma's seen it, too? You must be a warcraft living in your neighborhood."

Or is it not of good quality, unlike monkeys, the cattle's demon-guided nucleus......

But we talked about the high quality of monkey guided nuclei.

I don't know much about it, either, but you think a high-performance combat golem or something like that will require a high-quality demon-guided nucleus?

"That's how difficult it is to see a demonic nucleus with crystallization symptoms. Once every 10 years, and only young individuals, at most 40 or so.... not much in return for the danger, the big goat hunt."

That's a mistake. Speaking of which, Acetu said that. But the last time I made a mistake, it was six years ago or something.

Is there a safe way to knock down a cow, even if you don't have a frantic partner like our Gore, who just stresses out and starts slaughtering cows, who can do it with people in the ordinary peaceful inside?

"How the hell do you do that? Aren't they dangerous because they call their people? In my case, I was able to manage because Gore was there..."

I can't tell you that just about everything was a match pump for Gore, even if my mouth was torn.

He glanced happily over his shoulder as Gore, whose name was called, moved his ears slightly. Watching these tricks react right to my name still stings that the golem is a dog.

I attracted Gore's head, why not? My cheeks and cheeks are going to stick.

Grandma Tete, who looked sideways at me and Gore as such an exemplary owner, sighed like a pussy for some reason.

The grandmother, who had finished sighing, began to talk about the traditional nudging.

"The mountain villages of Siddhar do the great goat thinning in total. There's a cliff in a deserted area outside their territory, but we're gonna put a line there and spend weeks luring one big goat at a time. So, before the Wind Caller's guide is used, we'll end up together from the top of the cliff."

"Oh, that sounds like some kind of fancy festival"

"It's a festival with painful expenses. We must hire a large number of skilled magicians from the outside world to ensure that we are finished. And the cost of tongue meat and fur, and that blows it all away."

You would indeed have manpower. That cow is tough.

Magic in this world has only a short range, but rather is quite powerful in itself. Still, when it comes to killing before they scream, I think it breaks my bones terribly.

Even if the magicians of Guinem Bari's men, who fought before, all shot silly skulls and fire magic, it might not be possible to let them die instantly. At the time of the intermission, I guess they really hire a lot of magicians.

"Even when we got that far ready and came to the compromise, they used to have dead people out there every time. Now that our inner part is following the golem, it's going well."

"Was a compromise so dangerous an act? I see, that really doesn't fit the bill.... life is important"

"Well. But even if it's dangerous, if you don't adjust your head count regularly like that, individuals overflowing from the territory will descend to near the foot. Otherwise, the damage isn't like that."

"In this world, no, in this region, it's hard to coexist with wildlife..."

………… I had no idea there were more big goats there, either. It was as if I had not taken any other measures just to participate in the customary interruptions. It was a long way off. "

She was some sort of imagination-faced grandmother Tete, but soon, she laughed as she put on a leather bag containing a cow's demonic nucleus.

"Whatever. I don't know what the quality is, but I have all the pieces of the Demon Guided Nucleus that come together. It's not gonna be a fortune for sure."

Grandma Tete, who laughs wickedly at the cattle's demon-guided nucleus, had the eyes of a golden deceased completely possessed by greed.

Damn it, man, I don't want this to happen.

Besides, I've been calling this old lady a goat, a goat, about a cow.

Well, in this world, cattle don't seem to be major as livestock. Maybe that's something I can't help...

Still, with sober judgment, it's something you're likely to realize right away that such a big goat can't possibly exist. Outreach This grandmother is suddenly blinded to greed because of a lot of money in it, and may be losing her judgment.

Goats are animals that are resistant to rugged terrain and endure crude food in harsh environments. Therefore, sizes don't get big in vain like that.

Granny, no matter what you think of that animal, it would have been an undisputed cow, which can only be explained by the rationale of the mutation of the African swiggle.

I didn't even know you had goats in your backyard...

Once upon a time, I honestly accepted that monkeys were goblins.

But that's nothing more than because the other guy was an erudite, cultural-level, spellian teacher. I often don't weigh in on the barbaric violence Baba's paranoia, which is in a state of confusion with gold. Calm down. I'm sure my judgment is better.

Nevertheless, you won't get my commonsense words to your current uncluttered grandmother.

I took a deep sigh.

-----

My grandmother's destination, the shop, arrived shortly after.

Close to the gates of the outer walls, it's a shop in a downtown section.

“Ediro Demon Prop Store”

That's what the sign says. Apparently, he's a magician.

That should be the shop of the clan capital Sarav, on three floors, bigger than the bald one. Lizard shops were also excellent shops on a large scale......

As you know, the purchase of Magic Guided Nuclear is one of the tasks performed by the Magic Artifact Store.

Perhaps Grandma Tete intends to sell the cattle's Demon Guided Nucleus at this store and convert it into cash.

The three of us took them inside the store.

"Welcome...... Oh, aren't you a teacher! Were you in the clan capital? It's rare."

A dandy shopkeeper welcomed us in.

Sleek, long, gentleman.

It's a nice middle, with a cool mustache.

No longer at this point, the winning eye of the bald shop completely vanished.

Just the gentlemanship of the shopkeeper, there is as much opening as heaven and earth.

Moreover, a bald poor minister and halfway chobbing beard is worn with this gentleman's dandy, fine beard. This character wearing is deadly. I no longer see anything, elements that can win.

"Long time no see, Ediro. I'd like to ask you to assess the Demon Guided Nuclear today... And then a cliff collapse last month caused a little bit of Mesel's ore to leave the earth. I'll buy it for you too."

Granny Tete said so, putting some bags in the counter at the store.

Apparently, besides the cattle's demon-guided nukes, they're finally going to sell off all sorts of things.

"Well, is it a green and blue mine in the Magic Guided Nuclear? Sounds like a good economy."

"Both just happened to come out. If you're going to come out to the clan capital, it's better to have it assessed at your place than to sell it to a pedestrian."

"Fortunately enough."

Bearded Dandy smiled.

Hi, this shopkeeper and Grandma Tete are getting to know each other.

Does the grandmother have a surprisingly wide face instead of the country recluse?

"... so. For selling these guys this time, I'm thinking of letting them buy a" record tablet. "

"It is. If it's a recording tablet, we just had a few pillars of good quality in it last week. The teacher is good at it, so of course we will study it"

I see, is that what this shopping is all about?

Nevertheless, recording stone slabs......?

It's the first demon prop I've ever heard of.

At this point, Dundee's beard interest turned to me.

"By the way, this is the first time you've seen your young man, is he the teacher's new apprentice?

"Well, that's the place. As you can see, I use the cathedral golem... but this one is pretty good to use. He hunted all the magic nukes he brought today by himself."

"...... Huh!? What a tremendous...! Uhm, that's right. Being a teacher's apprentice, it's still like things are different..."

No, that's why I'm not your grandmother's apprentice.

But if I deny it, I guess I'll be slapped with a cane.

Then Gore, worried and saddened, calls the cow again.

It tastes bad. Even though cattle thinning is inherently a very dangerous act that should only be done once every 10 years.

Ha...... I have no choice.

"Nice to meet you, I say Nemaki Dasai. Regards, Store Owner"

I didn't deny it or affirm it, I tried to make a smile.

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Later, Grandma Tete and the owner of the store began negotiating purchases, etc. at the counter at the back of the store.

I didn't have much to do. Gore and I were looking at a lot of products from the store.

Though, I also feel like Gore is only looking at my face shaking on demon props, not demon props... Around there, well, it would be within a slight margin of error.

"Oh my God, you have such a big magic prop..."

This store really has a wide variety of products.

There are also medium and large demonic props left in the bald store.

I don't know what to use it for, but I even have one about the size of a grand piano.

I see. If the bald shop had had a large sales area, it would probably have been to put down a large product of this hand.

Colorful small magic items were also arranged on a busy shelf.

I took some in my hand and looked at it.

Of course, I don't touch demonic props of earthly attributes. It's gonna blow up.

Some of the magic props, for me, are a hazard synonymous with bombs.

Even so, I don't actually have to worry about that. Demonic props are more or less attributed by color. In short, as long as you avoid even earthy magic props, it's fine. There are some exceptions to reproducing multiple sorceries, like my shoulder bag, but if you don't even use magic in the first place, you don't have to explode.

Besides...

It's sad, I barely keep earthy magic props in the store.

Well. Certainly there's nothing in earthly magic that reproduces it until you use magic props. Even the simple toilet-generated sorcery that I thought was divine sorcery was plainly repugnant to the people of this world.

The earthy dice of the example, which was sold in large quantities in bald shops, has not been placed in stores either, at least.

Unlike baldness, the mustache dandy seems to have a foresight.

Even if the range is different that way, there still seems to be something called a classic product.

I lifted a splash of water from the shelf.

It's the familiar Drop Cane. It produces a small amount of water, it's a small, portable magic device. I take care of myself while I'm traveling.

Actually, there's a good price for this.

Oh, this store seems to have a good price tag. It wasn't in the bald spot.

I checked the price tag. The price of this cane is...

"… 1 gold coin and 30 silver coins"

Look at that. I just bought a few of these and they fly off lightly, like five gold coins, which are all my holdings.

The cash I currently possess is exactly 5 gold coins, 8 silver coins and 80 copper coins. The rest is coins, only coins.

Copper coin 80 doesn't mean you actually have as many as 80 pieces of copper. Since a coin called a large copper coin is equivalent to 10 copper coins, the majority of them come together in that way. There are several other types of coins like big copper coins.

Nevertheless, the unit that counts the amount is “gold, silver, copper” only, so it doesn't really matter when you think about the price of things.

The feeling of payment when shopping is that this big copper coin feels like a thousand yen bill.

But where the copper coin is a hundred yen jade and the silver coin is a 10,000 yen bill?

I'm not sure if this feeling is actually correct......

I have not used gold coins yet.

In any case, gold coins are worth 50 times more than silver coins. By analogy, it's 500,000 yen. It's everyday shopping, and it's not the kind of coin you use.

Being a hippo liver all the way up to this point, I've been feeding bald people and grandmothers, blah blah blah, I haven't spent any money at all. Try buying food, buying gear, maps, etc. to a lesser extent.

My assets are like the Monkey's Magic Guided Nucleus, which I don't know the price of later, or the Selvé clan plaque, which will be punished if I use it.

Oh, yeah. Speaking of which, there's also the stomach stone town of the ancient dragon. Too much crap, I had completely forgotten my existential value as an asset.

Not even Roku. You're full of toys, what's in my bag?

... Nevertheless. The drop cane is one gold coin and 30 silver coins.

If you refer to earlier rates, this is comparable to about 800,000 yen in Japanese yen conversion.

Even leaving aside the accuracy of this calculation, it is undoubtedly a considerable amount.

With one tiny stick.

Besides, this droplet wand is reproduced in the first introductory magic, Water Droplet Generation. Probably the cheapest kind of magic prop you can think of.

From what I've seen, the other magic items in this store are more or less worth a few gold coins.

Demonic props are very high-end appliances.

And these little, expensive magic items that are displayed indefensibly on the merchandise shelf like this. This is also some kind of recognition trap. It's also one of the reasons why I initially underestimated the value of magic props.

As a matter of fact, the security of a magician is quite demanding. The store itself is some kind of security magic trick. If I just hid this droplet wand in one robe and took it out, I'd probably find out instantly in one shot.

Naturally, if you find out, security will come fast. There are also a few fashionable guards in this store. Even that bald shop doesn't have a hired guard, but it was supposed to have a contract with a security company. Of course, I don't have any money and I don't have any products to protect, so by the time I met him, he seemed to have broken his contract...

- In short, the demonic prop entanglement, big gold moves.

The Paisley Chamber of Commerce was stubbornly eating against baldness because of it.

Those guys pre-finalize the humans in the industry they use as snipers, possibly after preparing templates for some traps.

In short, the bald family can be said to have been targeted from the outset in a sense. He also brought the debt story from the Paisley Chamber of Commerce. The sickness of your wife and Teru was exactly what they dressed up for.

Its Paisley Chamber of Commerce......

The branch of the Sadie clan just crumbled, and it's still everywhere, isn't it?

I don't feel very good about the balds anymore, but honestly, I don't feel very good about those guys at the Chamber of Commerce personally.

That said, I naturally can't let some hatred and frustration start smoking in the back of my mind and fire Gore like a cruise missile at Paisley's fucking president and bury him away, etc.

If you do that, I'm definitely the more illegal extreme evil criminal...

I put the drop cane back on the shelf and looked up again.

Grandma Tete and Bearded Dandy are still talking near the counter in the back.

Apparently, the sale of the cattle's demon-guided nukes is already over. Now it seems to be the purpose of the shopping, looking at the demonic props of the product.

Did you say "record tablet" or something? What kind of magic trick is that?

I tried to walk up to the two of you to ask you what you were talking about.

Along the way, a big showcase in the back of the store caught my eye.

The case displays some familiar, watery, little flashlight magic props.

Whoa, I know this guy. You're a magic trick that can be used for elementary healing magic.

It's called "healing rule."

If this guy is, I'm getting one from bald too.

In the case of baldness, there is no store stock, so he always kept it in his bag and kept it in his skin. The point is, it's a bowling product.

I was worried that I would get hurt on my journey, so I asked him to take it because I was too persistent.

Because, as you know, he's a persistent bald man who doesn't know to give up.

Speaking of which, how much is this flashlight worth?

Even so, the baldness explanation suggests that this is a mass-produced cheap demon tool.

I casually saw the price tag.

Er, gold coins I/X......

1,040 gold coins......

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh????

I raised my voice unexpectedly.

"You idiot! Come on, Nemaki!

My grandmother yelled at me.

No, what's 1,040 gold coins? You don't know what that means, do you?

First, how much is 1,040 gold coins worth in the first place?

Assuming that the formula remains as it was, and that one piece of gold is 500,000 yen.

At 500,000 x 1,040, I mean -

Please, let it be 500 million...

Ugh, the amount is too big for nausea and glare......

Ha, what the hell did the bald one think to give me this stuff??

The healing code is one of the magic props I received from baldness as a replacement for the generous compensation from the Paisley Chamber of Commerce.

But that compensation should have been about 400 pieces of gold, even for the total amount Grandpa received. My refusal to receive it resulted in a beautiful split between the two of us, but the bald spot still turned out to be only about 200 gold coins.

And yet you gave me as many as 1,040 gold coins worth of witchcraft?

This, baldness is a total super big deficit!

What the hell are you thinking, that asshole!

Me stiff in front of a healing showcase.

The owner of Dundee's mustache, who noticed what he was looking for, came closer to me.

"Oh, your eyes are high, Master Nemaki. That's a cure rule, isn't it? It's very rare to reproduce healing magic... Hehe, this is one of our eyeball products."

Dundee drops by as she bursts into sales talks.

Dandy, my face is close.

"... Is it uncommon to call a healing magic prop?

"Yeah, it's not in circulation at all. Even if you look around the clan capital, you won't be able to find it. Besides, it's something you don't get no matter how much money you pile up. We also got it as a result of almost coincidences."

To put it that far, Dundee grinned.

"Naturally, only this one point is in stock. You win early."

What do you mean? It's super expensive and super rare.

Seriously, are you stupid, that bald guy...

I thought it was like a first-aid set of cheap things in this world.

I mean, what do you mean, bald!? You said this was cheap!

You said your secret magic prop was the one that made the wind membrane and allowed you to sleep warmly during camp, and that it was worth about 10 pieces of gold coins!

- Ha! Right, that fucking bald guy. Yeah! I know my knowledge is below kindergarten and I framed you. Aww!!!

Dundee went on to say more to me as I was all over my heart.

"Well, if there's a ton of this stuff out there, healing magicians or something, because that's totally the meal up"

…………

Stuck in words.

I didn't know you overlooked such a simple thing......

If you do think about it, it's natural for healing magic props to be expensive.

The healing magic of this world is powerful. Besides, not everyone can use it. I also knew that the healing magician was taking money and performing the treatment. This magic tool is a substitute for making such expert work instant for everyone.

Too convenient.

It was probably not with a first-aid set feeling that baldness kept the healing rule constantly hidden from the skin. For him, the healing code was really the last hidden ball.

Why would you give me such a thing...

On the day of the trip, baldness was sticking a healing rule in my bag, as if to let a child hold it in a lunchbox as well. At that time, a dirty smile crossed my back of my brain.

…………

Damn, he really...

"... how about it, Master Nemaki? I don't know if it's a bad price. It's a great deal, this healing rule."

Dandy, what the hell do you think I am?

This flashlight, it's 500 million. 500 million.

Like I would recommend in a cooker like that, don't tell me not to take it.

Dundee the mustache is grinning.

Seeing that splendid gentleman's beard, I was remembering a half-hearted chobbing beard.

Dundee is certainly cooler than bald, and I'm sure he's got some business talent.

I'm a gentleman to see, and I'm absolutely super rich.

First, even the healing rules that baldness desperately hid as the last hidden balls, Dundee is getting it this way and putting it up for sale. It's a complete defeat now. Unconditional surrender.

Little filthy, crying, gold free baldness has no element that can beat one or a millimeter.

Damn, my baldness, it's really a shabby baldness.

"Ha. This is a little too splendid, it's just a tool for a rush like me. I don't have any money..."

Let's go home to Tibura on New Year's Eve and definitely complain about baldness.

I swore to my heart.