Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

The garden attendants will not fear any trap, any monster, or even death.

The only thing I fear is that I cannot fulfill the mandate I have been given.

Only to scratch the name of Morgan, the Lord.

You can't stop a hundred nights if you screw it up here.

But in this situation, even if you throw your life at him, it's unlikely that you can bring up the 'Orgol of the Corpse' and get to the appraiser.

"Stop Mmm. Break Orgol. If we can stop that noise, this nonsense should subside."

But the men were still unable to retrieve Orgol.

Caligula's body won't let her go with it in her arms.

"- Come on!"

Suddenly, the body without the neck rises mostly, showing a human leap apart, straining it against the wall of the hall like a lizard, escaping toward the top.

Move too fast.

Igor abstained from pursuing him and tried to shoot him off with the back sword he had removed from his chest.

"Don't let me... Poison cloud (Acid Cloud) Oh..."

"Is this...?

The sudden appearance of the horrible smoke blocks my vision.

That is the breath that is exhaled by the red hungry sand.

Judging by the smell, it's not just a smokescreen.

Despite the insignificant amount of inhalation, I am suddenly dazzled by a sense of pleasure. Thoughts dull, paralysis spinning around my tongue and throat.

There are some of my men who are fainting and laughing out of their minds. That's harsh - as a result of the training, it looks like a powerful fierce poison like grinning at the poison resistance of a wearing ninja.

"Ugh... nice smoke that causes paralysis, confusion, glare, and all sorts of other evil symptoms in exchange for temporary initial happiness. Ahhh"

As the red hungry sand clatters and advances shaking the cobblestone floor, he looks down at Igor with just two eyeballs from far overhead.

He then consolidated his huge fist and shook it up high in a slow motion.

But my body doesn't move as much as I think, and I'm not likely to be able to avoid it.

Regrets that Igor should at least have blown himself up ready to strike a match and destroyed Orgol; And in his heart, he apologized to the Lord, Morgan, for failing to fulfil his purpose, and decided to consider the sentence of his resignation.

"... unconscious"

But nothing happens.

Neither the pain nor the shock has reached Igor.

If you look up, for some reason the giant bone fist is halted along the way.

As if he had hit an invisible wall, his huge brachial bones are raised without being able to wield his arms.

And in front of me, at some point, someone stood.

"Hi there."

He chuckles back here.

I recognize that face.

But it can't be.

There's no way he could show up here.

Because it was Igor himself who left it outside the castle.

A red hungry sandpiper, stopped from attacking, waves his fists like a child wasting time.

But they play it every time.

It's inhibited by an invisible wall, and just a fierce sound of things, it doesn't get through to this side.

"What the heck?"

"'Holy Flag (Holy Flag)'. No one can enter the sanctified realm. Even the breath of the Red Dragon won't let you through."

It was a name I'd never seen or heard of, but I guess it's a grant tool (antique).

Soon, a stick protruding as long as a spear protrudes right around the corner.

Flag. There is no wind in the blue cloth bracketed on the tip.

And around it, at its feet, a blue and white line of light unfolds, surrounding the garden crowd, including Igor.

"Appraiser Hall..."

"I came to advise you. The treatment of cursed grant instruments must be prudent. Even touching can be a good disaster."

"How did you get here?

It's impossible to reach this hall without crossing that wall.

Even if you let him in the castle, there's a lookout. Without covert skills, they will be noticed and eliminated.

The person in front of him said he had no ability to overcome those obstacles. How did this man get so far that he could not handle the arms of the sword or the sorcery that would help him in his exploration?

"Yeah, I used the Hidden Ring, the Marauder's Map, and the Wall-Out Handle."

Those names sound familiar.

It should certainly be a very effective grant tool to put in the dungeon exploration.

However, I remember that there were only a small number of searchers who utilized it because the existence itself was rare and it was basically limited to banditry and criminals who could use it.

"Did you know three sets of thieves?

"Are you a thief...?

"Yes, if there are three things I've just said, that's what they call sneaking in anybody, anywhere, anybody doesn't notice."

Appraiser - Was his name Fujiwara?

He began to explain, delighted to be out of place, taking out old maps from his hip-wrapped bag, like a broken door knob.

"I can't do anything myself, but I'm good at dealing with tools like this."

……

When I first met him, I wondered why such a weak-looking man had the title of ◆ step. It was bracketed high that perhaps it had piled up gold and hired a resilient seeker to get it.

But it doesn't seem so.

Apparently, I was watching this man sweetly.

He could not imitate himself, in his own way, had the art of paving the way. By now Igor could understand it, albeit somehow.

"Appraiser...... No, Lord Fujiwara"

Igor knelt on both sides of the floor and lay flat.

That's a dirt seat.

Body language used to express the greatest gratitude, conveyed to the Far East.

By doing so, I expressed my gratitude for the insult to his abilities and for the fact that he had saved his life.

Thank you for your help.

"No, no, no. I don't care if they do that."

I don't know how much this sanctuary and the others will keep.

But Igor thought hope was connected.

Now I can fulfill my role as the crowd of the court.

Some of the men under your command will only have a reprieve until they are able to recover their condition. That way, even in exchange for this self, you will be able to recapture the 'Orgol of the Dead' and escape outside the castle with only your men and Fujiwara.

No, but it does.

"Well, I'm going to stop you for a little while."

"Are you insane! What am I going to do alone!?

Back to back with this determination, I rush to hold on to Fujiwara, who was about to act unexpectedly.

Whatever it was, I thought it would be impotent.

Even if you give up a hundred steps and this man has some kind of hand. I can't imagine how we can manage the massive number of undead monsters surrounding this perimeter.

Above all, there are even two hungry beasts in front of them.

"Someone who can manage this situation needs to do something about it."

"... you think you can handle it?

Fujiwara did not answer.

But I grinned with a frightened face, and I nodded.

What a man.

Will I be able to smile in this situation?

……

Igor decided to take a look.

I sit on the ground and decide to entrust my destiny to the man in front of me as I am so dearly as this when I am in a front-seat position.

And in an unreliable foothold, but stepping straight out of the sanctuary, he decided to drop off that back of a strange connoisseur.

◆

"... Hmm?

There was a strange heartbeat and Anemone stopped.

Looking back at the original path. Beyond the long passage, which stretches, is not foreseeable in the dark.

If you go down the stairs up ahead, it's the fourteenth basement.

"Mr. Anemone, what's going on? I'm gonna leave you, okay?

"No, I'm sorry. It's nothing."

Thank you. I was worried about the person in the jacket that I saw just before I left the fourteenth basement.

Somehow I feel like I knew him.

But I can't go back and make sure, and I'm going to stop and wait for my comrades.

Well, that can't be right.

Because he's fragile to see. There's no way I can come deep into a dungeon like this.

Maybe it's the mountain of Sekiyama that snaps around the second basement floor.

"Somehow, we're going to lose to the little brat (Goblin). It's less than slime."

So he told himself, and Anemone nodded again and again.