Inferior Magic Swordsman: Using the Skill Board to Become the Strongest

Couldn't stand the rapid drying? A part of the basement wall made a noise and peeled off.

The penetration jumped slightly to the damage.

(No, no, no. What to do!? I broke the church!!)

The penetration shall be grated.

The only thing that peeled off was a piece of the wall. Other parts do not even contain cracks rather than damage.

The permeation gently approaches its peeling point.

The stripping is part of a wall about fifty centimetres square.

The walls are about five centimeters thin. On the other side of that wall, a plank of wood was stretched out in a lattice.

"... hmm? There's something in the back."

Fear, the permeation glanced across the wooden plank.

Beyond the wall was a dark space.

On the permeable ear, a small sound of water flowing.

The penetration turned the "lighting" lit flat on his hand towards the back of the wall.

"Um, sewer, is it?

Beyond the wall, the path was wide with water flowing.

It is hard to say that the running water is very beautiful. Beside the water flowing, there was a path through which every one of them would pass.

Slowly though, the smell of dust is pouring into the basement.

As it is, the corner cleaned basement stinks.

Permeation hastily returned the stripped stone to its original position and filled the gap with earthly magic.

"It's a very appropriate repair... Are you all right?

I knock with my fist to try, but I can't feel it peeling off again.

"Tor. We're done here. What about you?

"This one's over, too."

"Then it's time to come up. We've got a lot of days ahead of us."

Copy that.

Estelle rushes me and the permeation returns to the ground.

Hope the inner wall doesn't peel off again......

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As the permeation came up from the basement, I noticed that the benches and reading platforms were back in the church where it was a cancer.

They were carefully wiped off dust and dirt and were beautifully polished.

"What do you say, Thor? I guess my job's pretty good, too, huh?

"Yeah. You look so beautiful. I'm sure Naesis will like this."

"Oh, right. By the way..."

Estelle cut her words once, gave her a troubled look, and took a piece of paper out of her chest.

"I'm clearing a request, but who do I get to sign?

"... ah"

So I also noticed the permeation.

In this request, if the request is fulfilled, the client must sign it.

But there is no one in the Church of Naesis.

I worked around the corner, but I can't clear the request forever.

It was a troubled transmission, but I noticed a paper anomaly that Fuji Estelle had.

"Hey Estelle. That mark, was it in there from the beginning?

"Mm-hmm. Mark? - This is a holy seal!

The field where the client writes his signature should be blank.

But now, there was a holy seal floating up there, the mark of Naesianism.

"When the hell..."

"This is amazing, Thor! After all, this request was made by God!

Estelle jumped just fine.

Then on the head, the boom and ponytail shake.

"So is this clearing the request?

"Right."

Transparency and ester nodded together, lightly hitting.

In one day, one gold coin.

A lot has happened, but now the request is cleared safely.

Transverse, with Estelle at the end, offered prayers to Naisys.

(See you then. Grandpa)

That's all I'm trying to do, if there's a corner god, and Transverse prays again.

(Please, may we live in peace and security...)

whether the wish was heard or not.

I don't know if it's divine.

But prayer brings a little salvation to the heart, Transverse knows.

On the way back to the Alliance. Perfume remembered this morning and asked.

"Speaking of which, Estelle. He said something this morning like he had some business to do, but what was that?

"Uh, that's it."

Estelle told him to be ashamed as he pointed his cheeks at his fingertips.

"Actually, I want to go to the armor store."

"Well, then I'd like to see it too."

I put it off a long time ago, but Permeation was thinking of aligning his protective gear.

The current turbine has a sharp weapon called [Demon Sword].

But I don't have any protective equipment.

Sometimes I was stuck in Estelle and guards for that.

If you want to live as an adventurer, you need to dress like an adventurer.

Like a salaried man tightening a tie to a suit.

"It's a corner, let's go straight to the armor store"

"No, but what are we gonna do with the request report?

"Then why don't we do it tomorrow? If you don't report it right away, it's not like you're gonna fail."

"So is that."

Thus they changed their destination from a guild to an arms dealership.

What Estelle took me to visit was a nice shop.

Signs were posted at the top of the store entrance.

It says only the markings of the weapon and 'Simon'.

When I opened the door, there was a line of martial arts in the shop.

"Ooh!!"

(I wanted to see something like this, something like this!!)

Seeing a bunch of armor lined up, the permeation boiled blood.

Boys like martial arts.

Even if you go on a study trip, enough to show up to buy wooden knives unrelated to tourism and accessories that look like 'legendary weapons'.

Counting 32 years old in Japan, it is a splendid adult permeation, but it cannot resist the charm of a store lined up with martial arts.

Transmission enters the store in a quick foothold and takes a closer look at the weapons.

Come in. On the right was the weapons corner. Great swords, small swords, axes and bows, etc. are beautifully displayed.

The other side is the corner of the armor. A wide array of protective equipment ranges from full and half plates and skin to iron.

Looking at that arsenal, he said, 'This is!' I take what I think, 'I look at the price tag and say,' Well I knew it was expensive, 'and I laugh bitterly back on the shelf.

What you're doing is no different from what you're looking for in a department store, but the items are as if they were different.

A suddenly low voice arrived in the permeable ear watching the weapon as it ate in.

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"Who. At this hour."

"This is Lord Simon. I'm sorry I walked into the store on my own. I'm here today to look after my weapons."

The little man, called Simon, snorted and sat somewhere in the chair beside the counter.

The man was more than thirty centimeters lower than the permeability.

However, the low height means that the muscles on the arm are likely to be at least three times as strong as the penetration.

On his face, which is engraved with many wrinkles, he has a mustache of blocking.

(Could this guy be a dwarf?

As the permeator stares seriously at Simon,

What can I do for you?

"Yes, no, sorry"

Simon stared at him with a guillotine, and the permeation shrunk himself.

His voice is as low and heavy as a grunt.

With deep wrinkles engraved between his eyebrows again, didn't the permeation make him angry? And I get anxious.

That Simon said,

(Why not this man... Damn hey isn't that a chemical?!?)

I was terribly frightened inside.

As a martial arts artisan, Simon has been immersed in martial arts production for about 100 years.

Sometimes a long-lived species of dwarf is second only to elves, and there was about a mountain of time to optimize the production of martial arts.

Simon's shop was famous for its "Finris Ichi high quality".

However, Simon is not interested in the ranking of quality compared to other stores.

I don't intend to compete in sales with other stores, and I have never thought of selling a lot of my weapons, etc.

(Because of that, Simon has in the past, occasionally been forced to gasp for lack of funds...)

The only thing I'm interested in is making the best weaponry I can think of.

As a result of his production for the best, the fame of "Finris High Quality" came on its own.

Still, over the past few years, I've been holding on to the "Make the Best Armor You Think! 'Simon was feeling thin as his rough passion began to cool down.

As a mere blacksmith like this, I normally hit my arsenal, got enough money to go alive, and wondered if I could bury my bones in Finris......

Is it because of the year? Is it because you sat on Finris for a long time?

Unthinkable when I was younger, Simon was out of his mind today.

Aside from that, various customers come to that Simon's shop for quality martial arts.

If you look at the customer, you will know his or her general strength so that he or she has a good eye for the weapon.

For example, how about the girl who sways the ponytail?

If you observe with Simon's eyes, you can see that she is more than capable at present.

And she has something to quail the craftsman with, like a famous sword that increases the sharpness when polished with a grinding wheel.

Without a doubt if you work out, you must be equipped with the talent that would make you a first-class product.

So, how's the boy in front of you?

(I don't know what it is, but Yabeye anyway......!

Instead, I ask the boy, but neither the bottom of his strength, nor even one of his scales.

Simon barely found out that he was terribly strong.

His center of gravity doesn't make him microscopic, like a pile pierced to the ground, even though he's so thin that he seems to fly.

And the more you look at it, the more dragged you are, like when you embark on a deep gorge? I felt the horror from the boy that

Or is the boy a dragon transformed into a human......

Simon, whose liver has gone completely cold, can no longer even put the boy in his sight.