The Man Picked up by the Gods

2 days later

"Yes, no problem"

"Thank you"

There were no raids on the road, and we were able to safely creep through the gates of Kereban.

"Oh, excuse me. I'd like to ask you one more thing, do you know the way to the Dinorm Magic Tool Workshop? The address seems to be here..."

"If it was this address, you'd be east. Straight down this road to 24th Avenue..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"No, it helped me to tell you that much. Thank you."

"Really, then be careful. Oh, it's quick to use that riding carriage over there!

I thanked the gatekeeper for the polite response and went to the coach station where I was taught.

There was no front or seat there, a carriage that looked like it had enlarged its luggage.

I've only got one of your guys on board... now I'm pretty sure, right?

"Excuse me, how much would it cost to get to 24th Street?

"Number 24? Then it's two small pieces of copper."

"So this is it."

"Get in the back, it's time to leave"

"Excuse me."

Make sure I got in, and your man drove a carriage.

"Hey, wouldn't this pot be a little cheaper?

"Give me a break, sister!

"Hey! Don't get carried away!?

Looking at the relaxing flowing township, I feel the vibrancy of the city.

There were a lot of people here last time, but now it seems more crowded than that.

"Boy, where are you?

"It's from Gimru."

"Near you, sightseeing by yourself?

"I'm an adventurer, but I'm thinking of taking a sightseeing tour when the request is cleared up. They're opening a city of magic tools, right?

"Oh, tomorrow. This time it's a magic tool city."

"Are there other cities?

"What, the boy's coming this way from afar? Even Gimru is famous around here. The city is six times a year. The main items change, but the venue is Central Square every time. Otherwise, it's up to you to walk out of the street every time. Well, if you live here for a few years, it's rarely gone."

Six times a year and once every two months. That would be no longer unusual for the inhabitants.

"We make a lot of money and it helps. Hey, pack him up a little bit."

The carriage stopped and new passengers arrived at once. This is quite a population density...

"Hmm?... hold on tight one way or the other! It might shake a little further!

A man of yours screams and each passenger grabs at the helicopter of the carrier. Imagine them. I grab a chopper, too, but what the hell is going on? Is the road rough too...? I thought so, there was a smaller luggage car slowly moving forward to the right.

"You're not dicking around!!

"It's late, damn it!

It's loaded with big barrels, and it's pretty good grandpa pulling it off. One after the other, a young man with a bad mouth is driven through the carriage of his lord.

"Damn it, it's dangerous..."

The passenger in the carriage is frowning. Indeed, the young man also appeared to be a slightly forceful way out for the amateur. But your grandfather is certainly slow, so some people may get in the way. Which the hell are you thinking...

"Dude..."

"Is he riding..."

Now the surrounding passengers bothered.

Following my gaze, I have an aunt standing like a sumo wrestler at the next stop...

"Please go to 24th Avenue. Good, dude!?

"Ugh!?

I'm falling over momentum, Auntie.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay......"

When I told her that I was slightly oppressed but not particularly injured, my aunt went straight next to me... the carriage that was getting narrower felt even narrower...

"Right here."

"Thank you!

"Fine. Good luck with your work."

I was led by an aunt who sat next to me and arrived at the "Dinorm Magic Tools Workshop” where I was shipped.

Honestly, I might have lost my way this far without that aunt. Good to hear.

"'Item Box'"

Get your luggage and requisitions ready, and... Okay!

"There you are! Oh? You're such a pretty customer."

When I knocked at the door, there was a counter in the front, in which a woman of perfect width sat.

I can't even say the store is spacious for flattery. It would be about a store on the station's platform if it were possible.

"It's a face I don't see, but do you use it? If it's light, it's this way, the spark's this way."

Women are under the counter. He tells me by pointing to shelves lined with little magic tools that look like merchandise.

But I'm sorry, but I'm not a guest. Let me tell you that I am an adventurer who has come to deliver.

"Delivery?

"Yes, can I have your autograph here?

"Wait a minute, Father!

"Ooh!? Hang on a second!

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there"

Minutes after I heard such a voice, now a bearded man came out.

What can I do for you?

"Even the delivery is addressed to my father, so you should take it yourself. Here."

"Delivery?... Oh, the parts. I thought we weren't gonna make it... see"

I got my signed requisition back. Now the request is accomplished. All we have to do is leave a report.

"Thank you. Now excuse me..."

"Wait. You came from Giml with this one, didn't you? Drink a cup of tea if you're not in a hurry. It's cheap, though. Hey, I'll take care of it later."

"Yes, sir."

The person who said it went back to the back with a shite, but your daughter started making tea.

... Because of this, let's have it.

"Yes, go ahead"

"I'll have it."

Get some tea at the corner of the counter....? This tea tastes like coffee.

"What do you say? Does it fit your mouth?

"It's delicious. I liked it."

"Good for you then. I was worried because it's a little unusual tea."

"I've drunk something similar before. Is this from fried beans? Or from the roots of flowers?

"It seems to be the root of Dante's flowers. I don't know the details, but it's good for you."

I see. Tampo coffee? I miss it... I used to drink a lot of hassle added to this when I worked for the company.

"Where can I buy it?

"You liked it that much?... It's the neighborhood pharmacist's grandfather who always splits it with me, but he makes it in his hobby and it's not a product..."

"Really, thank you"

It turns out the name of the flower that will be the ingredient, so you can get it and make it. If my memory is certain, the earth's tampon coffee should be washed and dried with water, then sautéed and simmered... not that difficult a procedure.

"Thank you very much."

"Are you leaving already?

"Yes, because I have to take today's inn. Thank you for the tea."

Let's say thank you and leave the store.

and when I put my hand on the knob on the door. It takes force from the outside.

"Oops."

"Oh, this is rude..."

The person who opened the door and me. Both stopped moving at the same time to avoid contact.

In doing so, look at the target and further solidify the movement.

"Master Lyoma?

"Mr. Serge?

What stood at present was obviously Mr Serge.

The possibility of someone else's aerial similarity disappeared when they called me by name.

"Hello, that's an odd encounter. I heard you were going to Magic Tools City..."

"Absolutely. Why is Master Lyoma here?

"As an adventurer, at the request of deliveries. It was something of an urgency, so I decided a little suddenly."

"That's... I'm around to say hello. This is one of the workshops I'm very kind to."

"Were you?"

"Serge's husband! You're finally here."

"Oh! Excuse me, Lord DiNorm, it's been a long time."

"Just don't exaggerate in a couple of months. Well, my husband seems better than anything. By the way, do you know that boy?

When an earlier man coming out of the back greeted him, he looked strangely at this one.

"It's called Lyoma Takebayashi. Mr. Serge always takes care of me."

"No. Welcome.... He's young, as you can see, but he's the one who makes you want to have a good relationship. He's also interested in magic tools."

"Well... I didn't expect my husband to say that. I'm DiNorm. If you're interested, why don't we take a look inside?

"Are you sure?

"It's okay, I'm telling you. I have something to show my husband."

That's what I say, Mr. DiNorm going in the back without asking me back, and Mr. Serge following me as I'm used to. I bowed my head to your daughter and decided to go after the two of them.

"Here."

"Heh..."

Through the door that leads to the back, it was a room of unimaginable size from the earlier store. First there are 4 objects that just look like they have a wheel on the box. Probably that's the rumored magic car. Parts and workbenches are also found in the corners of the room. On the other side there are also large doors and wide windows that seem to carry out the loading and unloading of materials, a bright and open space.

"If you don't touch me badly, you can look at me appropriately. My husband's this way."

I don't know what to do if they say so, so I follow Mr. Serge.

Apparently, he'll be briefed on the magic car.

"Is this the latest model? … not much different."

"The appearance is true, but there is also a lightening of the body to enhance the power. Look, here it is. But... we can't even solve the problem."

"Is it impossible to load..."

"I can't even carry anything light. It's a delicate place. When it comes to lightening up any more, I feel more anxious about the strength this time. Safety cannot be sacrificed."

"Yeah, that's a problem. Accidents and collisions in races are tough..."

Around the demon car race stories come up sometimes, maybe they'll join us. Does it feel like Mr. DiNorm said mechanics and Mr. Serge sponsored?

At first I still figured it out, but sometimes two people start talking maniacally while activating the magic tools at hand.

Around the time we talked about the power rpm, I left the place softly.

I look around in the workshop but... I honestly don't know just what I saw. What the hell are you making...... hmm?

"This is... normal"

In the line of magic cars with only boxes and wheels, there was just one ordinary carriage.

Even so, the only difference is the presence or absence of the part that connects the horse... but it also has your table, and is it another magic tool, not a magic car?

I'm curious, so I'll listen to you when the two stories are interrupted.

"Mr. DiNorm, what magic tool is that over there?

"Is that it? That's nothing. It's a regular carriage with no magic tools. My neighbor asked me to fix it."

Really? And I was convinced that Mr. Serge, who I was listening to on the side, was strangling me.

"It's unusual, I can't believe you're taking on a normal carriage repair."

"Oh well..."

Looking at him at last, I asked him what he meant, and Mr. Serge told me a little less.

"I got a lot rounded up after my grandson was born a few years ago, but he was the one who didn't get his hands on anything other than magic tools. I thought if the carriage broke, I would say no to the horse or carriage store..."

"... I actually just want a little money, that... for my grandson"

Shame on you, I got a word for blushing my beard surface and not blushing.

"Is it a gift? Then I will help you too."

In some raw air, Mr. Serge offers.

But he turned it down.

"Sorry, sir. It's not a gift, it's a tuition."

"When it comes to tuition, what if it's from Wang Du?

"Right. I don't know why..."

It's a lot of tone, but it emits an atmosphere that I obviously can't help but want to talk about.

What if...

"Actually, my grandson could be a genius! I just turned four. What is it? He used to listen to us talk about our work. So the disciple at the bottom is like a brother and explains it in a perplexing way. I was wondering what half a serving sounds great...... hey look at this!

Already...... without even trying to hide Derredelle's snorting face, I brought a few gears from the workbench drawer. Mr. DiNorm took one out of the way and let the magic flow over his palm.

"Oh?"

The magically flushed gear began to turn. Looks like the same magic tool Mr. Serge gave me the other day. But...... on top of being so slow to rotate compared to that one, it stops when it moves like a rustle sometimes, and stops repeatedly when it moves.

"By the way, is this your grandson?

"You know what I mean, kid! That's right, isn't it amazing? It's not a product, but my grandson's only 4 years old, right?

"I knew it was early, right?

"It is! Maybe he remembered it because he used to work while carrying it when he was a baby... and he was surprised."

"I can't use grant magic, so I'm a little jealous."

Don't speak poorly to these people. It is easy to stay on with a positive attitude to their story so that they do not think they have heard it.

After moving according to the rules of thumb from my previous life, I became proud to hang out with his grandson for a while...