Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

"Pfft..."

Fujiwara shits her glasses and laughs.

The rain has interrupted the guests' legs and left the closing to Anemone. I was just getting bored because I also cleaned up a carry-on appraisal of someone I knew back from the dungeon a few hours ago.

"... your arms will ring."

Soara looked bright blue and was trying to stay away from us as Fujiwara moaned her finger joints and soaked in joy by herself.

"... Ha"

……

Sometimes when it comes to appraisals, I can't see around them, so Anemone has often noticed me, but I seem to have worn it out again. It's a bad idea to let a new customer have a strange misunderstanding.

When coughed up and misled, Fujiwara strives to smile in sales mode.

"Uh... can you look it up?

Yes, of course.

In that word, the boy named Soara gives a relieved look.

I'm only in my mid-teens to find out from my unspoilt face. It can be seen that he is a truly freshly rushed searcher from the fact that he is unfamiliar with the new protective equipment that is still worn with few scratches and the word antique.

On the other hand, it all looks new and interesting and glorious, a time when it's easy to live and operate unfamiliar when you're just getting started. Maybe he's having a lot of trouble.

"Well, first let me ask you one thing in appraisal."

That was an important project for Fujiwara, so I told her to declare the eyeglasses with her middle finger and index finger lifted with a firm face.

"What about the identification card?

"Uh... what is that?

Soara doesn't know about the ID, apparently. To explain, Fujiwara showed a card bracketed in a string on the lid when she brought the product from the shelf properly into the medicine box.

"This is the identification card. It says the item name, purpose, ability, quality, manufacturer, etc. that I have identified."

"Well, it's got a list of ingredients on it."

"Dosage, usage, and precautions for use can also be followed if desired"

Items that are collected from the dungeon in the first place are slippery and unproven.

For example, there is an item called a healing potion. It is a chemical that, by the way, blocks the healing properties of the body if it is only drinkable and shallow, and can be obtained relatively easily in shallow layers of underground dungeons.

But many of the Seekers cannot use it until they return to the ground.

Because until the appraisal is over, you can't tell what medication it is. The majority of them are not labeled, and the contents could be different where they were. There is also a wide variety of containers in the vial, in the test tube with plug removal, in the magic bottle, etc. Not only does the solution itself vary in viscosity, colour and smell depending on the maker's arrangement.

Probably or probably, you can't accidentally drink something with poison in it.

That's why we need to go back to the labyrinth city and get an 'appraisal' done by an appraiser with all the expertise, expertise and specialized tools.

"And after the appraisal, I'm going to need this identification card when I sell the item. Conversely, with this, you don't have to change the store you buy or bother to retake the appraisal, and the assessment process will be easy."

"As long as it takes."

"Then one of the advantages is that trouble like getting bought off doesn't happen first."

"Then please"

"I'm in awe"

Excuse me.

When Soara sees the voice, the shadow approaches by making a squeaky noise from the backyard.

She walks gracefully in a beautiful position, wrapping her whole body in heavy equipment but not taking it for a thing. Besides holding a tray with two magic bottles and three cups on it, he was carrying it dangerously.

Anemoney, it's who brought me to this store.

He said he was going to get dressed because it got wet in the rain, so I was hoping he might see his face, but his whole body armor and frill apron are no different than they were earlier. If there was a difference, would the color of the body have gone from blunt to red and purple, and would the apron have an embroidered one point of cute flowers?

"I brought you some tea"

"Hey, nice copper full armor."

"It was dusty in the warehouse, so I pulled it out"

"Please don't wear inventory on your own, yeah"

Ignoring the black apron, Anemone began to prepare tea handily.

After pouring the contents of the magic bottle into the mug, throw in three squared sugars, mix with a teaspoon and gently place them on the counter beside Soara. She did.

It was a light grey liquid that glimpsed across the hot air from a mug with a small illustration of a cat for a customer I had recently bought.

"Please, Master Soara, this is Cafe Ole with more milk. I think even those who don't like bitterness can drink it."

"Wow, thank you."

"I only drink coffee in black."

"Of course, the manager's is a fucking bitter black...... go ahead"

Mr. Black Apron makes sure the liquid poured into the mug is pitch black and looks happy. Apparently I love that bitter drink.

I just smell the mug and grumble like I'm "healed" or "I can't work without this, can I?" Anemone hasn't responded, so I wasn't sure if I should hit the gavel, but Soara decided to learn from it, too.

Mug hands on. The heat is transmitted to my fingertips, which were getting cold.

"I'll take it."

Lift with both hands and mouth slowly. A hint of coffee, sugar and milk sweetness spreads. Warm and so delicious. Speaking of which, I recall not drinking much water either from the time I was in the dungeon.

"... ugh"

Breathe. In addition to my thoughts, my body seemed cold, and I felt my strength loosen with warm things all over my body. Soon the inside of the mug was reduced to about half.

Then I noticed Fujiwara smiling and looking at this one, and Soara gets embarrassed and shrugs her shoulders.

"It will be delicious. Coffee is good, no matter what. It's an original blend of a nearby tavern called the Mole Pavilion."

"Don't hesitate to prepare an alternative."

"Thank you......"

Seeing how Soara I'm afraid, Anemone just started adding the contents of the magic bottle to my mug.

"So what kind of appraisal would Mr. Soara like?

Around the time Soara's second mug was emptied, Fujiwara proceeded to talk about the request

I decided to.

I believe that this request would be different from the normal 'appraisal' in one way or another. For a boy named Soara, my client, I know what the sword is to some extent, not an untested product.

I mean, the appraisal should be more stepped in. The possibilities for authentication, investigation of constituent materials, identification of manufacturers and manufacturers are diverse.

Either way, your arm rings. Fujiwara puts up with her mouth.

"What I want to know is how to treat this girl."

Soara took the belt off and put it on the counter, a short sword that Fujiwara had just visually appraised.

Almost a thousand and five hundred years have already passed since it was made from that old state, and it can be seen that it is a granting instrument.

Undoubtedly, it's a grant tool firesword built in the Age of the Good Old Mages.

"I've been using this for over three months now... but I'm still out of use"

"What do you mean you can't use it?

"I mean, I've never even been able to produce fire powder."

Fireswords feature enhanced sword strikes by flames. When used, it can wrap a flame around the sword body, which also deals damage from combustion in addition to regular slashing. Extremely effective gear for enemies who don't like fire, including undead monsters.

It is the same as not being able to use the firepowder at all.

"Hmm. Do you know how to handle the basics?

"Yeah. You just need to gently cut the skin off your palms and shake your hand, right?

Fujiwara nodded.

To activate the grant tool, the user must provide a magic supply. If you are a magician, it is possible to manipulate and release the magic contained in the blood stream by simply touching and mindful with your palms. But it's not that easy if you're a sorcerer. It is necessary to gently poke at the tip of the sewing needle to make it easier to remove magic by tearing the skin that once becomes a barrier.

"I thought you weren't magical enough, so I tried my best, but I didn't even say yes after all."

"Hmm."

"... actually, I'm taking the time to attack the dungeon."

"Well, how far along are we?

Anemone asks intriguing. A militant by the looks of it, she is originally an explorer. Now it is time to work at Old Good, but until not long ago it was so named that it had the nickname 'Footsteps of Death'.

"It's the third basement floor. I really can't move on from there."

"That's a metal mold nest over there. It's a slime-based monster with the hardness and elasticity that uses iron scraps as a staple."

"Yeah. That's the problem. I can't stand a tooth in a slash or blow."

It is the Stone that deals Damage by Attack Magic to attack unusable monsters of physical attack like Graymold. So he is also a natural enemy to professions such as swordsmen, hunters and bandits who can't do that, like Soara.

Common countermeasures were supposed to be the use of magically coated weapons or grant tools.

I see that's why you came here.

"Yes, I really need the power of this firesword to get rid of them."

Soara drops her gaze. Both of those hands with swords are bandaged. I guess that's what the word 'tried' meant earlier. I must have tried to do enough to make a deep decision with a knife to supply magic. I'm serious about using this sword, I could ask how desperate it is.

"Perhaps there are other conditions"

"Is that a condition?

"Yeah, I guess it's a matter of 'qualification' or 'price'. … you need to look it up from scratch if that's what you're talking about"

Drink up the rest of the coffee and Fujiwara put the cup down.

"Let's start the appraisal"