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The next day, me and Thermia were on their way to the city. I was worried about bringing the spear for protection, but I haven't tried it yet, so I'm leaving it. I have to do it tomorrow...

Nothing happened this time to the city. The guard at the entrance is still Mr. Marius today.

He has a short spear of supplies in his hand, but has a long sword of "personal effects brought by mistake” on his hips.

"Oh, that was a little early this time"

"Yeah, because I got it in stock"

"I see. Hasn't the assortment changed?

"Right, it's the same today as before"

"Well. There's a long sword, isn't there? I'll tell my people."

"I do. Thank you."

"Uh, and"

"What is it?

"No, no. I'll know when I get to Free City."

…… I get it. Bye. "

"Oh."

For Mr. Marius, if I did, I would catch a bad toothpick, but today the goal is to sell things while buying salt or something to go home to. We headed towards Free City.

I'm the only one who still has the product today, so I'll go to the sales space first. Ask Thermia to buy it in the meantime.

Pay as usual, pick up the sales counter and head to the space. He's been remembered a little by the receptionist, O., and his affection was good sometime today.

The same place as before was filled, so I put the sales counter a little out of place and start preparing to open the store. I don't see a textile dealer today. We came early this time, so the sun didn't match or won't come for a while... If I don't know you, I'm a little lonely.

Today's product is the same as last time, so get ready and ready to open. Of course, in the Free City, there is no opening time, so the store is ready to open with equals.

So, waiting until noon, the last time a man from a pedestrian bought me a long sword came.

"Hey, how's it going?

I'll give it back to you the same way, because I'll call you back in a casual way.

"Hey, not today."

"Not a bottle?

"Not one."

"Okay, Longsword, I'll buy it for a minute."

"What!? Are you sure?

"Oh. I took it before, and it looks like it's well received by the seller. I've been told to give me a few more."

"Oh, my God, if I'd known, I'd have made and brought ten more at night."

"Hang in there, you craftsman."

"You've been pounding iron for a week now, and sometimes you want to worship silver."

"I see. I can see that."

That's how the two of us laugh. The pedestrian man really bought me all four. Your purpose today is almost complete.

I also bring the "luxury model” today, but this cannot be sold because the customer who says it doesn't show up. But then it won't sell forever, so you'll need to cut it out somewhere, you can leave it to him when the pedestrian one comes around the next time.

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With that in mind, Thermia came back from the buyout. What they bought me today was salt to salt venison and a lunch stall mesh. The stall meshi is the dish with the explanation that on the hard-baked bread, the sliced meat of the roasted ino pig was served with a sweet and spicy sauce from the top. It's not like pizza or burgers, but it's quite delicious, so when you come here, this is a regular meal. There are a lot of troublesome decisions in the walls, and I think I'll have to buy them separately from each other, but this is a free city outside the walls, there's no such decision, so I can put it in these dishes.

That's how I filled my stomach, and after ”seemingly Mr. Ichigo" sold me a few knives, it came.

Seems like a child at first glance, but then the body is (...) and (...) the woman wandering around looking for something. When I saw it, Thermia shrugged at me with Bosoli.

"That's Dwarf. That's unusual."

"Less?

"Not much to look at around here, then. I've only shown you the one who came to the woods once, but that's pretty clear."

"Really?"

Are you able to see something rare? I'm a little happy with this. And Dwarf, a familiar species name. You're here... At this rate, some elves say. I'll ask Thermia if she's seen it next time.

The dwarf woman rushed over here when she saw the knife that was left on the sales table. When I look at your face, is your nose slightly round? So much so that I'm barely the same as a human being later. But my arms and legs are gutted around me. Not as good as the bodybuilder I said in the previous world, but it feels like I'm working out exactly at the gym, you know?

"Oh, that!

"Yes. What is it?

Respond with a little overwhelm to the woman who starts talking in momentum.

"Are you the one who made the knife of the Guard man!?

"Yes, it is..."

Thermia repositioned herself a little. I don't know, maybe nothing, but I'm kind of glad you're trying to do your job properly as an escort. The woman goes on without saying she noticed how this one was doing.

"Is this knife the same as the one from the Guard?

"Yeah, that's right."

"May I see it?

"Go ahead."

The woman pulls the knife out of her sheath and observes her body and pattern making. And after a while of observation, I said.

"Can you show me the best product you can do here?

"Uh, well, fine,"

The best product... I think the knife you're looking at right now can't beat those blacksmiths, but seeing that knife and saying, "Show me more," you're pretty sure it's there. It's something I was going to sell sooner or later, and I don't mind showing it.

I took the ”luxury model" long sword off my waist and gave it to a woman. When a woman receives it like Kyou-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, she gently pulls it out of her sheath. The body that came out was quite well done even when I looked at it, not to mention how much power was put in there. Coming around here, on the contrary, even a fairly skilled blacksmith would be hard to do. If I were to sell it, I would complain even if I took ten times the ”general model”.

The woman continued to observe the long sword rather more carefully than when she was a knife. I've been observing for so long that I could afford (not to mention) to sell one knife to another guy who was interested in what he was doing. In the meantime, the woman continued to look at the sword with all her heart.

And when I thought it was time for the boulders to give it back,

"Thank you. I'll pay you back."

I put the long sword in my sheath and returned it.

"Hi, thank you"

And the moment I get it, the woman moves. Thermia responds to it and pulls my body back, while I step forward.

But the attitude the woman took was not an attack on me, but a broken leg, hands on the ground, head down - a dugout.

Is this world grounded? And to my surprise, the woman screams in the middle of the Free City, still in a dugout.

"Make me a disciple!

All I could do for a while was be Kyoton.

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