Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

The old hunter (Ranger), Tristan, lit a torch by putting together a straightened cigarette that he had removed from his pocket.

The lights were better at night, so that's all I need.

There are no walls around. There is debris scattered underfoot, and a slight glance beneath it is a dull light brown carpet.

Probably the Great Hall.

"You've got a rough situation."

He was supposed to be on the twelfth floor underground until just a few minutes ago.

The floor at his feet collapsed on the way to the ambushed companion, pissing off the giant cobolt that was blocking his way, and when he realized he was in a strange place.

The ceiling is pretty up when you look up.

Square large hole on top stone wall.

Simply put, I stepped on a dodge and got into a pit.

Being lucky was high enough not to help me first, but I was able to pick up my life with a little driving.

The giant cobolt that replaced the cushion is a big one right next to me. Until earlier, I was raging around with a lot of blood, but now my tongue has been sloppy for a long time, and I peeled off my white eyes and made them grow up.

Slowly spitting out the smoke that builds up in his lungs, now Tristan thinks what to do.

This would definitely be the thirteenth basement floor.

An area known as the 'Deadline (Deadline)' because of the strength, ferocity and reduced survival of the Wondering Monster. It's a dangerous zone like even deep hierarchies, like the guys in the 'offensive group', where you wouldn't have stepped in unless you didn't order them to stop looking for even strong monsters.

Safety and efficiency like ours are paramount, and this is a less familiar place for 'collectors' who even pick up items that are falling into dungeons and turn them into seeds for sale rice.

"This is such an awesome place, I was rushing early on..."

There are circumstances that don't work either.

I didn't really want to look directly, but if I drop my eyes, my left leg is bent to a really unnatural condition. This would, for example, have to straighten the bones to get Moran's one to pray for healing. If you take the time to wake up your body, you'll likely manage to get up, but you won't be able to walk. I can crawl through the floor and move on, but I don't even want to imitate it so that I can move poorly and be sniffed by monsters.

I'll have no choice but to wait on this occasion until my people come to help me than I have been in this state.

"Oh shitty. Is it time to retire? It's hard for my people to treat me strangely lately."

Pinch the cigarette that approached your mouth and press it against the carpet on the floor and it exhales with a sigh of smoke.

……

Doesn't seem to give me a respite just to smoke a second bottle.

Multiple footsteps and a low roar called patapata.

Will you hear the loud noise in the fall, or will you smell the blood of a giant cobolt?

Three large black dogs show up shaking the contours of their bodies like leisurely palatine.

I remember what kind of monster I rarely saw.

Demon Black Dog (Hellhound), a troublesome warcraft that melts into the shadows.

"Hey, you know what I mean about eating such a dead grandfather?

I'm still on guard and at a distance, but if I find out this one can't move, they'll attack me relentlessly.

Well, it's not as critical as counting in both hands in a quarter-century of explorer life.

It's impossible to run and run.

I don't have any friends to rely on right now, and I'm almost out of items on hand.

The prey only has two popular jackknives and a dozen dark ones.

Think about what you can do, but there are few options.

I had something to keep in it, but it's a substitute for things that I haven't even tried yet.

But if I had the opportunity to use it, it would only be now.

"... okay, I'll deal with them."

Three hellhounds approaching as they roared sloppily drooling their covetousness. Does this look like a superb supper to those red eyes that shine with Ranlan?

Tristan laughed invincibly, reaching from his upper left arm to the back of his hand to the iron mass - the caged hand.

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It was an uninterrupted afternoon when the man decided to visit the antique shop, The Age of the Good Old Mages (Old).

"Hey, kid."

"Mr. Tristan, as I have said many times, I am Fujiwara."

"Don't be hard, kid. Look at this guy."

Tristan is a man who is an active explorer while already passing the boundaries of his early years.

He wore a slender yet musculoskeletal figure worthy of the profession of hunter (Ranger), and was famous for his martial arts, which combined agile movements that did not make him feel old, with knife judgment and dark throws.

He is a former shopkeeper and old friend of "The Age of the Good Old Mages" and an old regular. That's all they come to the store with when they find the items they were interested in while exploring the dungeons. In fact, such items were mostly of high quality or rare.

It looks like a pair of little protective gear I put on the counter this time.

It is a caged hand.

Made of steel, the shape covers everything from two arms to the edge of the wrist, and is oriented towards a profession that emphasizes fingertip movements like bandits and hunters.

"If I did, there was a strong skeleton, and he had it. Something bothered me, so I've been disrespecting you."

"Hmm."

"What do you say?

"You've got a good one"

The reason Fujiwara said it was good was in the marks that were engraved around his arms.

Baihua, symbolizing the cross, is a symbol of the temple. That is a testament to being sanctified.

The mark itself has no effect.

However, weapons recognized by temples are usually of some great significance - for example, when they are sorted to fulfill bandits, monster crusades, etc., that is, they are mostly of good quality and grant tools.

I'll take a look.

Fujiwara whines about the spell of transmission and cover-up destruction as she touches the cage hand.

A blurry blue muscle appears and spreads as the magic placed at the tip of the finger pours into the dull surface.

Apparently it's a grant tool for sure.

Above and beyond being of the temple, then the abilities granted will be limited to prayer techniques - recovery, attack aids, purification of the immortal, etc.

Turning the cage hand upside down, they both have brown-stained stains everywhere on their blunt surfaces, especially the equivalent of the cuffs, which are dirty and black.

Looks like blood.

To deduce from the way it adhered, it would have repeatedly behaved in such a way that previous users hit the palm against the wound. The reason for this is probably the use of the prayer technique of hemostasis or healing - that is, the possibility that the ability of this cage hand possesses such ability.

"I figured it would heal because the ability granted doesn't mean it's about stopping blood."

He's a healing cage.

Tristan opens his eyes and admires.

The healing cage hand, as its name suggests, is a granting tool that can heal wounds in areas with palms wrapped around it.

Because it is said to be more effective, more immediate, and has just one avant-garde position at the party than drinking a healing potion, the overall survival rate jumps, so if there is something lined up in the store, there is sometimes a battle between the seekers.

"Don't lighten Moran's burden with that."

"... I'll do a little research"

"Heck."

Tristan happily heads to the backyard. Anemone was out on business, but she wouldn't have to serve it. She would kill her time by drinking coffee on her own.

Fujiwara just decided to start preparing for the appraisal quickly.

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Tristan was crushing his time watching the shop with his coffee in his hand.

It used to look like the store was foggy because of the smoky incense that the previous store owner used to mock or burn with his hobby, but now his sight and smell are refreshing. Did the disciple also incense whether it was the oil of the trees of the eastern kingdom, such as Hinoki?

The products in the store are displayed on wooden tables, cages, etc. unwrought simply because they are shelved by type. Highly ranked items were stored in vitreous cases, but they are not accidental even though they are bent over and full of grant tools. Neither the master nor the disciple seem to change their personality that makes them less interested in the items they have examined.

As he misses the old days drinking bitter coffee, Fujiwara's boy returns with his caged hand.

"What was the thing?

"I'm still a healing cage hand. I'm just wondering if it's good quality or luxury, but I think the latter would be fine."

But Fujiwara doesn't look very floating.

Apparently, there's some unhappy news.

"Is that a substitute I can't handle?

"No, 'qualification' seems more than enough."

"Tell the skilled soldier, give him some of the rest of his life - and the world will block his wounds, and he will meet his bones, and add his flesh, and follow the spiral, and bring it all back, as the fountain of Magdaliana."

Fujiwara groans something like poetry.

That is a word that reads and summarises the contents of the magic circuit. It is information about the conditions under which an early story can handle the grant tool and what magic can be drawn upon.

As always, the disciples of my old friends seem to excel.

No other appraiser can decipher the magic circuit so quickly, no matter where you look in the labyrinth city.

"I understand it's a special protective gear for Grandpa."

"The problem is the 'price' part. This is pretty nasty."

"Thou shalt pay for some of the remaining life."

Instead of healing your old age injuries, you don't have to explain what it means to give them less life. What a mean tool to grant.

"In exchange for this lifespan, there is a danger not only of 'losing so much magic as to impair your health', but of 'actually losing some lifespan'."

……

"I can't read the producer's intentions because it's unnamed, but maybe it was built specifically for an old soldier who decided to die. Perhaps the reason the Holy Mark was made was also because some great deed left by the man in exchange for his death was appreciated and served in the temple."

"Don't be shy. Doesn't mean I just use it once and get poked, does it?

"I can't guarantee that."

"Hmm."

Tristan quickly attaches his caged hand to his arm when he snaps it out of that hand of Fujiwara. I was well acquainted with the substitute for the season. The fingertips are free just because the arms and part of the back of the hand are covered, and there is no obstacle to moving the wrist. This won't even get in the way of battle.

"Evil."

"... then I'll pick it up for quite a bit."

I come up with a suggestion with a face that Fujiwara blames.

"That kid."

It's Fujiwara.

"When humans die, they die. If that's what you're afraid of, you're stopping the Seeker in the first place."

"... ok. I'm not saying anything anymore."

The disciple of his classmate pointing his mouth at him as he stubbornly watched the condition. I know with a long stick that things are spared and not what I'm saying. The point is, he's worried that he might die using this cage hand.

They say the dull eyed boy of those days has no more shadows or shapes.

I wondered if I would look the same if I had my own son, and Tristan laughed sexually happy and said, "I've become a boring man" to him.

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"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

When I squeeze up the neck of the hellhound that became the last one, I try to shake it off as I raise my coveted drooling agony roar. The back limbs had already sinked into the shadows but I wasn't going to let them dive any further.

This monster was a troublesome one characterized by melting into the dark or sinking into the shadows to move around, but if you hold onto it, you can seal its abilities.

"… Gu……………"

As he continues to squeeze and squeeze away his primary force, Hellhound peels off his white eyes, bubbles in his mouth, and eventually weakens that force trying to shake it off.

Tristan protruded to choke it down its throat into the finish as he unplugged the spare dark that he had prepared for his legs in anticipation of the time.

Hellhounds that spat and cramped a lot of blood on the carpet. Still, he was sure he was completely dead without loosening his strength before finally releasing him.

"Ugh..."

Tristan buttocks for a while and calms his rough breathing.

Praiseworthy would be the power of a healing cage hand.

The leg, which was supposed to have been broken by a pit (pit), was instantly restored just to start, and instead of walking, it was no longer able to run or hinder.

Moreover, the effect continued during the battle, recovering on the spot every time he was attacked several times from Hellhound.

Whether you get your legs chewed off a thousand times, your arm bones chewed off, or your body deeply choosen with long nails, you've learned enough fear that the wounds will clog with tremendous momentum and your bones will come back to normal.

Fatigue pushes me closer and closer.

It must be because the magic that was all over my body was taken. But I know by experiencing the power of healing that the price won't be like this.

How long did it last in the current struggle?

Months or years?

I just get chilly thinking that you don't have enough for ten years.

Will there be a sudden rattle in my body from now on? I don't like that. I don't even know if I can make it home safely in the first place, etc., and I'm soaked in melancholy...

"... hmm?

Something glowed away at the lid.

Watch for a while and then raise your hips. Looks like a drop item when I take it in my hand.

It's the first shape I've seen.

It also looks like some kind of miniature with a sphere on a pedestal in palm size. It may have been just garbage, but it's a substitute that I've seen most items in decades of dungeon life, but I've never seen anything similar.

I thought Tristan should pick it up. Intuition tells me I should take it home.

I got a good souvenir.

When you get into the softer part of Napzak as much as possible, it inflates your imagination that it might be an item, an object of some kind, or a granting tool. We'll show him as soon as we get out of the dungeon.

This is why the Seeker can't be stopped no matter how old he is.

Forget the situation of being lost by yourself in a dangerous place, and feel comfortable.

It was probably only fifteen hours later that he joined his people and finally made it back to earth.

The old man still seems to be continuing his explorer without dying.

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Identification Card "Healing Cage Hand (Luxury)"

"Tell the skilled soldier, give him some of the rest of his life - and the world will block his wounds, and he will meet his bones, and add his flesh, and follow the spiral, and bring it all back, as the fountain of Magdaliana."

This is a warrior coveted item because it can quickly heal wounds on the spot without the help of a monk and carry out battles without cowering an attack from a monster.

The effect is equivalent to a healing prayer performed by a monk, which can heal the wounds in that part by placing his hands on it. It's to the point of healing a loose wound in something weak in power, but in some things, even a deep stab wound or something will be able to leave you spotless in an instant.

Needless to say, it is ineffective with regard to disease, fractures, damage to each sensory organ and defects in the flesh, but there are also rare ones that have tremendous ability to overturn it.

It's also so popular that if there's anything like lining up in a store because it's said that just having one avant-garde position for a party can jump overall survival, there can be a feud between explorers.