Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

Feeling like Bear was praying with no money, he visited a store called The Age of the Good Old Mages.

What I brought in was a handful of short knives.

It was old and dirty, but if you look closely, it is a substitute for zero blades and no rust and a fine moth pattern around the pattern.

When I picked it up in the dungeon, I had a feeling that it was something that might look good.

That's why I even made a promise to give back my share when I was about to be thrown out of the quote that was featured by my buddies, the Kanes, which would be a binary sandwich anyway.

"You found something nice"

The owner of the store said so in advance and told me that the item for which the appraisal was requested was a grant tool.

Grant Tools (Antiques) are items created by magicians from a long time ago. Magic can now be used by those who cannot use it, and in some cases it is a substitute of such value that it cannot be exchanged by gathering the jewels of those there.

It is no exaggeration to say that most of the Seekers dive into a dungeon for this.

"Ho, really grant tools?

"Yes."

"Yay!

Bear took the hood he was wearing in the eye and was about to jump up and cheer unexpectedly.

Store owners' stories did not seem to have the value to be able to unlock the current poor life, whether it was sold or used, but it was nevertheless a good enough battle.

That's the first response I've ever grabbed. It was something that I could be proud to have gotten on my own volition in a life where I had never gotten a lot of results for doing anything before.

"So what do you say?" The shopkeeper asks.

The point is, do you want to sell it or take it home?

"Uh..."

Bear put on his arms and figured out which way to put it.

As far as explanations are concerned, the power when used as a weapon is about accompaniment.

It is unlikely to be used when dealing with a monster in a dungeon, adding that it is a very short range short knife. I honestly didn't think there would be a useful occasion even if I had it like this on a daily basis.

On the other hand, it seemed to be a fairly consolidated amount if sold off.

Instead of not having trouble with food if you sell it for about a month, the shopkeeper has offered you a lot of money to change even if you eat a full meal. It seemed like I could live a life between bundles but not having trouble with clothing and living.

……

Bear forgot to put his hand on the offer and slowly opened his mouth after moisturizing his throat with warm coffee.

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Bear was from a slum (slum) on the coast of the West Country.

Raised by parents who were not rokus, they spent their time working as rokus such as pickpockets and thieves to earn their liquor bills and their own food support.

It wasn't weird when I died like this, and I would be a mortal if I could grow up. And you're supposed to die the way you are.

I was blurry enough to think so. One day, when I realized, I was abandoning my hometown and trying to smuggle.

And coincidentally, coincidences overlapped and we were able to reach this labyrinth city.

The moment she heard the story that it was not her dream to get a thousand bucks if she dived into something called a dungeon, Bear thought for the first time there was hope in the world. So it was a very natural flow to aspire to the Seeker.

But reality isn't so sweet.

It was small and there was not much that a skinny bear could do. There were no stunts, and it was difficult to make companionship with someone to the point where even exploring the dungeon alone could painstakingly defeat one little ghost (goblin).

It is a bunch of crumbling seekers (parties) who have been able to falsify their gender, use pseudonyms, and cross the liquor store to finally join them.

And what was given was a luggage handler and a diner. It was almost like a small-time use with little or no share.

But still, Bear didn't turn up.

Rather because I thought it was better than when I was in the Glades.

Because there was still hope compared to having a hopeless day without precedence in that place. If you're patient, I'm sure the turning point (chance) will come around.

So Bear wore the hood of his jacket in his eyes and lived trying to hide his pitiful self.

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That was in several dungeon explorations.

"Ahem? What the hell is that disobedient look?

Kanes grabbed me by the chest and I was amazed.

The word was not a question. Because my fists flew in at the same time as my words.

Bear couldn't avoid getting hit in the cheek.

But I didn't think I said anything wrong. I just complained about the cruelty of the treatment.

"Oh, I... I just asked why I did such a terrible thing..."

My vision is about to seep in.

But that didn't hurt. Because I regretted it.

It was a few minutes ago.

Kanes gave me a role when he said, 'You're the only one who can do this.'

That was an instruction to become a charlatan attracting a herd of Heavenly Sharon women (fuzzballs) at the end of the aisle.

Bear, of course, undertook.

Because I thought it was a turning point.

If we can get back at them now, we shouldn't be calling ourselves' dogs', making fun of ourselves for not being able to read letters, or pushing us through all the chores. If you appeal to yourself that you can use it, your treatment should improve.

I have confidence in my feet. I'm good at running around.

So I ran around desperately attracting the attention of my enemies.

But I waited forever for a meeting. No backup came.

On the contrary, the fellows were just looking away and laughing at the Guerraggera.

And when his health was exhausted and his consciousness was becoming blurred, he was suddenly thrown into the fireball.

Luckily, the direct hit was avoided and only the monster was swallowed up by the blast, but that obviously must have been the blow that got himself involved.

Bear couldn't swallow well the fact that he was about to be killed by his buddies and was stunned for a while.

Even when they saw themselves on the verge of burning, they were just holding their fingers and laughing with their bellies.

I had been badly beaten by them many times.

Still, like just a pastime, this was the first time I had been toyed with my life and death.

"Oh, I thought you were one of us..."

"Come on, don't follow me."

Kanes has a ridiculous face pointing this way the same as he did earlier. The other fellows, who refrained behind him, laugh slightly as they agree with him.

"We don't remember welcoming 'Dog' as one of us. I need to at least take a laugh and entertain everyone because I can't even do the battle satisfactorily...... hey!?

As Kanes talks and releases a spinning kick, he tries to avoid it by putting on a cut.

But at some point the soles of his flying shoes plunged into his abdomen when another companion, who was coming around behind him, held his arms down disappointingly.

"... or... eh"

Bear broke his body into nine letters and poked his knee.

The other self in my head is issuing a warning.

That's right. Give yourself a break. You are weak.

That's why they used it to be good for these guys.

Even if there's nothing to gain where I went back to Kanes on this occasion. By and large, is there any chance that I can beat the one in front of me? Only then will I hold you back and be unilaterally avenged. It should be bigger to lose.

So make yourself comfortable.

"Ugh... whoa!

I can jump away from the 'loser' self whispering in my ear.

He stood up staring at Kanes as he wiped the gastric fluid leaking from the edge of his mouth with his cuffs.

I'll definitely kill you, that's what I thought, and Bear grabbed a short knife pattern on his waist.

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"This is Poison Moth Shortcuts."

That's what the good-looking eyeglass shopkeeper said as he looked closely around to lick the short knife in his hand.

"I poison the things I cut. Pretty good product with a little dirt but almost no degradation. And as far as the magic circuit is concerned, you seem to meet the owner's" credentials "for this. Just..."

Unfortunately, it's not that rare. The poison you give is also honestly weak, and you won't have to cut it off again and again to make it work. And the effect is also exquisite to the extent that it paralyzes the injured area. The point is, it's not a very good weapon for combat.

The store owner carefully repeated the explanation he had just given me.

And I said, "Will they still take it?" He asks me a question in case.

"Ugh, yeah."

Bear snorted.

Until now, the act of 'betting' on something has been synonymous with throwing something important at hand into a ditch. Somewhere in my mind I thought that no matter how much I swelled my chest to hope, it might just end up being prepared with a terrible ending (besides).

So I don't dream as much as possible, I don't expect anything from it as much as possible, and I endure days that aren't even Rokuro. Only the best way to live was to keep losing well that way.

……

Bear stroked the short knife left at hand.

I didn't have the confidence or calculation to use it as a combat weapon. I didn't even come up with a use for it.

But this is the only sign of victory for me.

I just had it, and I felt like it would teach me that I could have hope, that my ideals would come true, that I could 'bet' on something.

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In the end, Bear was questioned like this as he was trampled with his shoes after being beaten to the point where his face was clear.

"You can leave me here wrapped around you. But what do you think would happen if I did?

Bear got upset.

It's a simple question that even a fool would understand if he dived into a dungeon once. If you are left unable to move into such a dangerous place, you will simply feed the monster without being able to resist.

Even though I thought in my heart that there was no need, I decided to go ahead and apologize to them for turning to the blade.

As they grinned sooner and more pleasantly and asked how it was, they also apologized for killing their hearts, sat down as the samurai of the Far East would do, and allowed them to take time because of what had not been very helpful and "boring waste".

"It was hiccup... excuse me... hiccup..." he apologized crying.

As a result, it was never wound up.

It's just because, "If I kill this guy, no one's gonna make dinner, right? I just picked up my life on one of my people's remarks.

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Then I found an affordable little room, where I was supposed to camp.

……

When Bear wipes his dirty face with tears and blood with his cuffs, he wears the hood of his jacket back to the depths of his eyes and begins to cursorily prepare his meal.

Put water in the pan and bring the fire. Then the dried meat removed from the package was finely chopped in. A given job that's been going on forever. Is it because it is appropriate for me to be able to do this without having to think about it because it is stained with my body?

I don't have the strength to defy you anymore. Don't make an extra wave. Why don't we manage to get through this humiliating situation and forget everything that happened when we got back on the ground. That's how you live like a loser. It's okay. I didn't die. If it's going to save your life like this, you can thank me.

……

Quietly peel the potatoes, peel the carrots, and chop them finely in mind.

I was still supposed to dive into the dungeon on schedule. It doesn't necessarily mean they're going to be killed at a loss of their mood in the future, even if they throw everything out and run away, they're going to be caught up and killed or they're just going to fight and kill monsters without food or weapons.

So Bear...

"Hey, you're pretty good at using short knives for your 'dog' habits."

Kanes puts his hand on his shoulder from behind.

"That's right. It's not meant for people. All you have to do is cut potatoes and carrots? You remember that? Hmm?"

……

The gesture makes me want to pay.

Even suffered a toothpick, and Bear grinned back instead.

"Hmm... but that short knife doesn't look surprisingly bad. All right, I'll have you apologize for this one."

"What..."

When I looked at him, I had a smile of indulgence that I wouldn't normally show, and I put my hand on how I said, "Come on, come on," naturally.

I got the urge to stick a blade in its palm for only a moment.

Then I look around.

The other fellows are still asking how they are enjoying themselves with a slight grin. It was like expecting this one to smack around on the grounds of it if something went wrong.

Probably if you refuse to give me the short knife, they'll come to seize you as quickly as they did earlier.

……

Bear wipes the painted blade with vegetable juice and delivers it to the sheath.

Then I get snagged hard before I try to give it to you.

"All right, all right. Wow, that's great."

Bear left it to anger no more to ramble on.

Just once I closed my eyes and calmed my mind, I decided to lightly resume the meal making and camp preparation that was still there.

It's the weak dog that barks right away.

Crying and falling asleep are losers.

Bear thought he was neither.

If you are a 'dog', you are a hound who stands by all things and gets his prey.

That's why I just decided to keep the bet quiet.

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And after a few moments, the victory and defeat were clear.

Bear decided to start packing up quickly first.

Collect only the essentials and all the valuables from Kanes' luggage and put them together in one piece.

In a wipes bag for everyone, equipment that seems easy to carry, medical products, then food.

Minimal luggage is fine. Because if you're too greedy, you can't move when you have to.

The luggage owners are all lying down.

Eating up, they are bubbling and cramping, and at least they don't seem to be able to move.

"What the hell..."

The only thing Kanes seems to be hard and conscious of, and he asks with cramps.

"Hey, nothing. I just practiced using the right knife."

Yes, Bear hasn't done anything to them.

I just made soup out of "Poison Moth Shortcuts". Magic (...), while finely chopping vegetables and dried meat to make them delicious and easy to eat.

The owner of the grant tool shop explained that "Poison Moth Short Knife" has the effect of poisoning everything slashed with a blade.

So Bear thought, cutting vegetables and dried meat over and over again.

Will this ingredient be poisoned even though it is not an organism?

And what happens when you cook and eat it, assuming it's poisoned?

The results are rolling underfoot. They told me.

……

Then when you take a few exorcised incense out of your luggage, you light it and burn it. This way there won't be any monsters coming in this little room full of smoke.

Bear thought she was doing something halfway through herself.

The truth is, it's better to throw them out in the aisle and leave them.

That way, without contaminating your own hands, a monster wandering before the poison can be solved will find them and finish them off.

No one will be saddened by these guys where they died, and I think it's a natural reward given that they've been badly beaten many times before.

Instead, if you add bad hands here, they will survive.

Back on the ground, they will surely come to avenge it.

If that happens, no matter how well you change your appearance and live secretly, you should live in fright of the fear that one day you might find it.

But killing them made me feel like I wasn't even as good as them.

I absolutely hated that.

"Doesn't die of poison. It just paralyzes me."

……

I'll try to explain that to you, but it didn't seem to leave Caines conscious anymore.

Finally, I get 'Poison Moth Shortcuts' back from his hand.

I'm going to have to go back to the ground alone.

Return from the seventh basement floor.

That was too big a 'bet' for me to do, which I had never even been able to get to the third floor alone before.

"... but I didn't decide to lose."

Bear wears the hood of his jacket back deep in his eyes and cements his resolve as he grips his short knife.

And I decided to leave the spot.

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Identification Book: Poison Moth Shortcuts (Poison Knives) (High Quality)

Thou shalt give three hundred and fifteen drops of his blood, and the world shall be encroached upon, hindered, driven mad, and harmed, as the scaly powder of the hoselingons.

There are a wide variety of Shortcut-based Granting Tools that have the effect of enhancing damage, among which is this "Poison Moth Shortcuts" in a relatively well-known category.

The cleaved area can be poisoned and its effect will be twitched and spread across the board. It is possible to increase the toxicity by layering the attack again.

Sounds convenient to me, but it's actually more convenient and cheaper to buy poison and apply it directly to your weapon, so it shouldn't be too treasured. Therefore, the selling value is not that large a sum......

However, the ability to be lethal and overlapping can be very useful in some ways only to the extent that it has a paralytic effect. We therefore recommend you if you want to capture the subject alive without killing him.

By the way, there are three superior species in this knife, so let me introduce you.

"Short knife of the jaw".

This is highly instant and powerful poisoning. If you take a decent blow, you will soon find yourself ill and you will also be forced into a difficult situation to breathe properly. If it's poison in this class, it's not as user-friendly as a weapon.

"Assassin's Short Knife (Assassin Knife)".

It was originally called "Paint Three Times" because it was a potent poison, as it was when it was painted with ferocious poison in mind, but this name settled because the assassins preferred to use it in the dark ages. You can inflict poison worth the amount of lethality in a single blow, so you can almost certainly kill your opponent even if you screw up a blow from behind.

"Giant Killer Shortcuts (Jack the Giant Killer)".

It was given this name because it can be very lethal and virulent, but therefore it is possible to bury even small children and large monsters in one blow. However, if you accidentally cut even a piece of sweet skin, you will die instantly, and the air touching the blade is a very difficult substitute to handle, such as poisoning and significantly damaging your health. If you are wise seekers, you will know that this was the cause of the poisonous fog area that existed in the dungeon until twenty years ago.

Nowadays, it is designated as a taboo catalogue (blacklist) by the Nine Sisters, who manage the labyrinth city, and it is strictly forbidden to own it. If you see it, we would appreciate your cooperation in collecting it.