Sometimes an orphanage appeared in the director's story, and Mira tried to ask about her fateful orphanage. I was wondering if there was any place in the orphanage where I looked around. But shortly thereafter. Two bells rang so loud from the outside that they could be heard indoors.
"Oh, was it that time already?"
Apparently it was a bell informing the time, and the director takes the notebook out of his pocket like he panicked and confirms it.
"I'm sorry to bother calling you, but after this, there's something I need to go to. If I could, would you like to talk to me again tomorrow?
Looking like he had some important business to attend to, the director said sorry as he returned the notebook to his nostalgia.
"Um, not tomorrow. I don't mind. Because I still have something to ask you."
We talked about it for a long time, but something came up about not only Fuzzy Dice, but the orphanage as well. For that reason, Mira accepted the Director's offer.
At the end of the story, Mira was walking down the boulevard after breaking up with the directors, who also mounted a promise to treat her to breakfast tomorrow. It is a little past lunchtime, and the people who go out are somewhere calm because they fit in just when their bellies are satisfied.
Keep going down such a boulevard for a while. Mira discovers the store she was looking for. It's a branch of the Dinoir Chamber of Commerce. The good thing about the Dinoir Chamber of Commerce is that it is near the union in every city because it is a store that specializes in adventurer supplies.
"Well, how much will it be..."
Every time I ever got to the city, I had a peek at the Dinoir Chamber of Commerce and even bought Mira something I didn't seem to need. But the reason Mira visited here this time is not shopping. The goal is to redeem large quantities of Demonic Stones obtained in ancient underground cities.
Mira broke through the store door with great expectations.
Haxthausen is also an ancient and quite large city with many dungeons around. So I guess, the Dinoir Chamber of Commerce Haxthausen branch was even bigger than those big stores there. Then naturally, the assortment is proportional and overwhelming, "Oh, this is amazing again!" Mira's heart danced out.
They're accepting the Magic Stone buyout at a different counter from accounting.
Mira, who had studied the matter in advance, first prioritized the redemption and somehow resisted the gravitational pull of the shelves lined up so that the new product would invite her, looking for a buying counter.
It was in the corner of the store. I asked for a quick buy, and apparently there are about two people waiting to buy it, and Mira gets a ticket from the clerk.
Looks like it's flourishing inside. The fact that it is thriving means that the rotation rate of the product is so high. Then I'm sure it will sell for a good price. Mira so inflates her expectations and fucking laughs.
To Mira like that, "If you don't mind, wait over there," the clerk called.
When I saw those prompted and indicated by that voice, a little further next to the counter, there was a place like a little rest space. Besides, chairs and tables line up. Don't you think there are all kinds of drinks put away for free there?
"Well, let me do that"
So Mira decides to give her a break and walks lightly with her ticket in her hand. Along the way, a sign hung overhead. There's a sign that says "children's waiting area." But Mira, who had already started choosing drinks, never noticed it.
At the berth, there were two clients. Most of all, he is a boy with the appearance of a magician apprentice, and this is another boy with the appearance of a swordsman apprentice. I don't know if we know each other, or if we just met on this occasion, but the two were happily talking about the future of dream-filled and hopeful adventurers. But as soon as Mira arrived, the voice stopped perfectly.
The two boys stare at Mira one by one in silence. It was at first sight.
(Both of those boys are waiting to be bought)
Mira glances at the table as she pours Rose Vanilla ole into the cup.
The two boys were discussing something with a hiccup. And you don't think it's falling apart, he was staring at Mira, pretending to look at the Dinoir Chamber of Commerce merchandise inventory.
(Hmm, sounds like I care)
When you have a pretty girl, you look at her with delusion. Mira, who could greatly understand the mood of the two boys, sat down in a chair a little further away, feeling somewhere smiling.
(It would be nice if this cuteness of mine were to become the standard in the future.)
A page of sweet and sour adolescence. With that in mind, Mira worried in her heart about the two boys with the initial reaction.
And in Mira's ear like that, I can hear the little but boys talking. It's not very clear, it's flying by the way, but I found out what we were talking about generally.
The content was just a family plan with Mira, jumping through such initial periods as cute ones and likes. In addition to the story of how much money is earned, it is even more valuable. What is it? It extends to responsibilities and obligations to the children born, and thus to how many children. Extremely, it's what happens every night.
(Emotional education in this world is progressing…)
Mira complains when she learns that non-boyish secrets are being exchanged. Because of this world, or was that the kind of educational policy parents had? The two boys, unlike their looks, seem to be very grown up.
Which is satisfactory. Now off her face from the boys who started talking like that, Mira puts her mouth on the cup in her hand and leans softly. The moment I mouth it, the rose vanilla ole blossoms with rose and vanilla aromas. Mira grinned with distant eyes, enjoying its new sweetness and aroma.
A swordsman apprentice boy was summoned when the buying assessment was completed after a short time. The boy stands up in a very slow motion, staring at Mira all the time. But when I heard the second call, I rushed to the buying counter like I was in a hurry.
I'll wait for you later.
A more cozy resting place than I thought. Mira turned her eyes to the boy in the fuzz robe, much at ease.
The boy looks somewhat out of place because the person he talks to is gone. Mira didn't want to be the one to talk to. Because I didn't feel like I could keep up with what I had just heard.
And that's when I saw eye to eye with the boy who tried to peep and raised his face. But that too, just for a moment. The boy missed his gaze shyly, wandering some hollows before dropping his eyes on the inventory again.
Apparently, the content of the talk is adult, but the contents, he's still a pure boy.
(I, the sinful woman)
Somehow, but reassured by something, Mira waited relaxed and in order as she decided to pose just a little majestic.
In the middle of the wait, one girl came to the rest stop. Looks like Mira's next order of purchase is waiting.
The girl sits in a chair around the front of Mira after a little wandering around after pouring orange juice into the cup. A long simple robe and a short cane for beginners at the waist. From what I've seen, she looks like an apprentice magician too.
Twelve or three when I was a girl. Is it to the same extent as Mira when it comes to appearance alone? The girl looked at Mira with some curiosity in her eyes as she mouthed a cup.
Mira noticing that gaze and raising her face. Then the girl looked away slightly, but stared again at Mira and opened her mouth as she had decided to.
"Um... Could it be, you're the Spirit Queen?
The girl said that softly and modestly. But with such a voice backwards, the expression is still so full of anticipation. The way it looked was that I had just met a celebrity in the city.
(Ho... I didn't even know my kids knew I was famous!
Rumors were subtly complicated in the last city, Granlings, where the name Spirit Queen was walking alone, but apparently passed on to this city so much that even children could judge it.
Feeling so, Mira returns her gaze to the girl with her even calmly striving face as she calms down her feelings to keep her joy off the table.
"Well, that's what the world calls it."
It's just what I call it around me on my own, and I don't care about that. Mira answers in the guise of an attitude such as that. Then as soon as she did, the girl let her expression shine.
"I knew you did! I didn't think so!
Was he overjoyed, raising the tone of his voice as the previously modest girl was excited? At the same time, the boy, who was watching from far wind, was surprised by the voice and shook his shoulders with horror.
"I'm grateful to be treated," the girl who found out Mira was the spiritual queen, while at the same time filling the distance from there to the chair next to Mira at once. And the girl, again with her shitty expectations in her eyes, threw questions at Mira. "You fought with Master Cyril, didn't you?".
By Cyril, the girl means Cyril, who is the leader of the Ecalato Carillon.
"Um, we were together."
Well, why did Cyril's name come up here? With all that doubt, Mira nodded comfortably at the girl making an innocent smile. And Mira thinks. Where the girl's true interest was directed.
Then Mira was asked about Cyril by the girl. From so-called classic things like your favorite food and the type of woman you like, to unique things like what it smelled like and what kind of honorable name Mira was called. That was dozens of furious questioning attacks.
Yes, the girl's purpose was not Mira herself, the celebrity, the Spirit Queen, but Cyril, who was in that connection. Things were the girl herself who dreams correctly then, but Mira feels fuzzy. He also caught another glimpse of signs that a short way had passed.
For that reason, the girl said at the end of the question, "What is your relationship with Master Cyril?" Mira replied, "We happened to be on the front, adventurers and adventurers," hiding the tremors.
That's how Mira got involved with a sick girl. The magician apprentice boy had also been called in the order of the buyout assessment. At that time, the boy taking his seat opens a new door to the figure of Mira, who is approaching the girl with a grunt. Then he carved the sight into his chest and proceeded to walk to the buying counter.
In addition to Mira and Cyril's fan girls, there were also several new children in the lounge waiting to be bought.
The newly arrived children are uniformly sitting at a great distance from Mira and the girl. And he was talking some kind of hiccups.
"Is that girl new?" "That's a face you don't see," "Yeah, it's cute," "Is this your first time here," "Sounds like it. Poor thing."
Children exchanging those words. They knew. Show up at this buying break, about the Jandere girl. And at the end of the day, if you get caught, you will continue to be told of that passing love.
But if someone is caught, there's nothing else to harm. Now, even if we talk about adventurers, there's no way a girl can pull up a story about Cyril and cross over.
The children thrived on the story of their favorite adventurer, thanking Mira for her sacrifice.
"Well, that's amazing."
(Quick... call my number soon...!
Mira hoped so as she grabbed the organizing ticket and was hammering as far as she could not be sure. At the end of the question about Cyril, a girl told me how much she loved Cyril this time.
Its contents were no longer something that had passed all the way through and, by the way, a hell of a mix up to paranoia.
(Hot celebrities are tough...)
A girl who talks chaos with her eyes as if she were peering into the abyss. That crazy love was pure and morbid again.
Now the girl is still talking because Mira just fought with Cyril, but what happens if she finds out that she has eaten with Cyril, has spoken amicably, and has visited the room?
I can never say bad things. Mira, wary of rudeness, did not return many words and continued to answer the girl's voice only with a gavel.
And, as that story continues, the voice of the call that Mira was waiting for finally sounds. The time has come to assess the purchase.
"Oops, I'm sorry. It's my turn, apparently."
Standing up just waiting, Mira blocks the girl's words by shielding her legitimate reason to cut the story off along the way.
"I'm sorry to hear so much more about you."
The purpose of being here, the meaning of being here, is, whatever it is, to assess the purchase of Demonic Stones. That was just a reason to convince me, no matter what I did, that girl didn't change the subject.
"Bye."
Mira, who told him so briefly, ran to the buying counter to escape. "Too much thought, it's love again," he said, listening to Martel.
In the rest stop that followed Mira's escape, one girl and children clustered in one place were left behind. There is no sound there. The children, who had been thrilled by stories of their favorite adventurers, were silenced as soon as the fence named Mira disappeared. Because if it kept going, I'm sure the girl who overheard it would start talking about having the best adventurer named Cyril.
Nevertheless, it was much harder to remain silent, and most importantly, the children could not have withstood such air.
One opens his mouth pompously as silence continued. That, though, is not the same story as the ever thriving adventurer rigging. Now it was about the rumored thief Fuzzy Dice in the alley.
Justice Thief Fuzzy Dice is apparently very popular with the kids as well. Boys who talk like heroes who succeed and lose villains and girls who talk like heroes who save weaknesses. There is a slight difference in perception, but both were hoping for this one and began to thrive as much as earlier.
and in the middle of it, the spines of the children freeze. Because the phrase "Cyril is a hero who is saving more people" intersects as the story of Fuzzy Dice flies.
The children were at war with the appearance of a girl who had joined the group at some point. And in no time, Fuzzy Dice's story was taken over by the righteous Cyril, and while waiting for the girl's ticket number to be called early, it became a machine, like Mira earlier, just to hammer.
Mira had been briefed at the buying counter without realizing that the rest stop after her escape had been such a disaster. When I told her it was my first time buying, the receptionist told me politely.
First of all, he said he needed something to be able to prove his identity. It looks like this could be an adventurer's card or something, and most guests are offering an adventurer's card.
Apparently, the assessment itself will be conducted in a separate room in the presence of the seller. It should be noted that the purchase amount does not appear to be determined by the size of the Demonic Stone, but by the amount of mana included.
When I was satisfied and agreed with the amount assessed, the amount was paid, but there were two ways to receive it.
One is cash delivery. The other, they say, is the account of the Adventurers General Union. By the way, the receptionist said all the kids who use this place are account transfers.
"Okay, this way, please."
After hearing the explanation, Mira was passed through the separate room where the assessment would take place, the door next to the reception.
In the room, it's like a simple room. But I guess they would use it for assessment or something. A large device was placed by the way, and furthermore, a girl in white sat in a chair placed in the center of the room. For that reason, there was a similar atmosphere in the laboratory at some point.
"Welcome, then. Quickly, put the Demonic Stone there."
With a gentle smile on her face, she saw a thin butterfly-like feather on the girl's back pointing to a tray placed on the table. Apparently the assessor is a fairy tribe.
(Even at night, let's call Mariana.)
I want to hear my wife's voice. In the mood of becoming a single husband, Mira opens the item box to retrieve the magic stone to be evaluated.
(Now, how much will it be?)
The item box contains plenty of demonic stones obtained in ancient underground cities. From pebbles to fists. Naturally, the larger the size, the larger the amount of mana to be enclosed, and the higher the buying price.
"Okay, ask for this"
What will be the price? Mira took the small, medium and large and each one out of a few demonic stones and placed them in the tray.
"Oh, it's been a long time since I've been this big."
The assessor, looking somewhere happy, switched on every tray on some device. At that time, as I was interested, Mira asked me what the device was, and the assessor told me that it was for weighing the mana contained in the Magic Stone.
The drive sound of the quietly sounding device stopped just about ten seconds after that. Apparently, we have an assessment.
"Thank you for waiting"
When the assessor put the tray back in front of Mira, he offered the price, showing one demonic stone at a time placed there.
First, the small is a thousand riffs. 20,000 riffs inside. And the big result was about 100,000 riffs.
(Oh, did you go a thousand small? Double what you did back then. But there's no big difference between the inside and the big one, compared to the small one. Bye.)
Comparing the results of the Magic Stone assessment with the market at the time of the game, Mira was pleased that it had not had to fall below the calculation, but was only slightly disappointed that the price increase expected was not as high due to the increase in demand.
I heard the demand for Demonic Stones jumped due to the advent of a tool called Demonic Stones, Mira. Except for the small magic stone, the market is almost unchanged from thirty years ago.
Why not? Simply concerned, Mira asked the assessor about it. However, as it were, there should be more demand than it was thirty years ago, but I wonder why it's almost the same as it was then.
"You know something about knowing the market at the time!
When the assessor smiled back at Mira's question, he prefaced with a little happiness, "This is my guess," and began to speak well.
It is true that there are now more items using Demonic Stones than can be counted thirty years ago, such as demonic tools handled by the Dinoir Chamber of Commerce and a variety of other art tools.
As a result, the price of the Demonic Stone, which has increased demand, is also likely to rise, but what is stable without it is related to certain events thirty years ago, assessors say.
"Depending on what I looked into, now and then, the amount of Demonic Stone used for production was completely different. We only had about half of what we consumed thirty years ago!
The assessor, who had brought the material from nowhere, had just a look on his face, pointing to a handwritten graph there.
Seen, the material says that the consumption of Demonic Stones is divided by classification. Apparently, she also has researcher qualities. It was brilliant, and we could see a rapid decrease in consumption, especially in the manufacture of arms.
says the assessor. Somehow many of the top craftsmen have been hiding on the border for the last thirty years.
"Oh... I see."
Thirty years ago is when this world became a reality, and it can also be said that many players disappeared from this world.
Mira understood one end of the reason why the market for Demonic Stones with increased demand remained unchanged.
The players' craftsmen are gone at the same time. Among other things, special furnaces and other uses are indispensable when creating powerful items, especially for craftsmen dealing with weapons. And to get it running, we needed a ton of demonic stones.
At the time of the game, the Magic Stone was nearly 50% of the player output, so much so that it was consumed by this production. Thirty years ago, however, those craftsmen disappeared, and the amount of demand that disappeared was used as a motivation for tools and tools.
Mira was convinced that that was the case, but the assessor's story didn't end there. I began to give more stepping findings.
The price of Demonic Stone is stable, one more reason. That's what the assessors say the Adventurers' General Union has done.
As a result, there has been a dramatic increase in the number of people who make Adventurers their business, and with that, the total output of Demonic Stones has increased over the time.
Moreover, in recent years, the artisans who were supposed to have been hiding have come back again. However, the tools and technologies used by such advanced craftsmen seem to be much more evolved than they were at the time, and the consumption of Demonic Stones was suppressed.
And most importantly, over the past decade or so, there has been a fashion among craftsmen of special fuels and spiritual powers. Anything can be finished better than previous manufacturing methods. Although only some advanced craftsmen can handle it in a very difficult way, the use of large quantities of Demonic Stones is also full of such craftsmen, so consumption can be suppressed.
For various reasons of this kind, the assessors concluded that the demand for and supply of Demonic Stones was stable.
"Ho ho, something even finer..."
Having finished listening to the assessor, Mira was more interested in the manufacturing methods that were in the story than in the Demonic Stone.
The most powerful equipment production plan, currently planned by Mira. The top quality materials used as a first step were recovered from the Machina Guardian. Looking for craftsmen is next, but there is no problem because Seoul Howl has powerful information on this matter, an institute that brings together former players.
In addition to those, this information. What happens when craftsmen, who have once produced a number of weapons comparable to those of the legendary class, process the highest quality materials using their new technology?
(What if the mythology class is in my hands...!?)
Once Mira, a mythical class that was not easy to grasp, even if he was the Nine Wise Men. But I knew the performance well. The only reason is because Solomon possesses the mythological class that exists in the kingdom of Alkite.
One jumping performance weapon in my hand. With such dreams in mind, Mira giggled damned if she could be proud of everyone one day when the Nine Wise Men were all here.
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