Chapter 173: 173 172 Unearned income is the ideal

one hundred seventy-two

"First, we need to get Seoul Howl."

Having finished getting ready for bed with one pair of pants, Mira shrugs and closes her eyes all the while diving into the sleeping bag, saying she hasn't forgotten her original purpose either.

But a few seconds, a few dozen seconds later, I opened my eyes again.

(It's so bright, I don't think I'm going to sleep.)

Until now, there has always been a bright fourth layer of light plugged into the Spirit Mansion, regardless of day or night.

The type of mira that turns out the lights when you sleep. Stand up muckled and look at the window wondering if there was anything you could do.

"I wish I had curtains."

Speaking of shading, curtains. However, its classification is interior and is not provided for the Spirit of the Mansion, which is only a vessel.

(Hmm. How do I block the window?)

Shall I replace the proper towel or something with a curtain? It was when Mira thought about it. It moved as if, responding to Mira's will.

"Oh, it's dark!

It is an armor door. Apparently, it was provided for the window. To cover the windows themselves, the shading rate was higher than the curtains, and the indoors darkened as the brightness of the previous lies. That's so much so that I can't even see my feet.

(So you can give instructions to the Spirit Mansion, just like the Dark Knights, etc.? This is excellent.)

In that one time, Mira grabbed something. Consciously causing the armor to open, he dived into the sleeping bag within sight and instructed him to close it again. The windows are then blocked as desired, creating an ideal bedtime environment.

(But if you think about it, that's it. This is not a special situation right now. It's supposed to be dark at night, not bothered to brighten it up)

When sleeping at night, darkness is normal. Ancient underground cities that are now in special circumstances. When sleeping in the Mansion Spirit outside of here, you will rather need the light.

Nevertheless, if we float the lights of intangibles, that is arguably enough. But then Mira felt something was different.

I don't want the right lighting for the mansion.

A calming space is above all about the atmosphere. Fashionable lighting is more comfortable lighting the room lightly than a puffy space with bright, shining balls of light.

"I hope other furniture has decor, etc."

Mira shrugs as she thinks of her own room in the silver tower.

Now it's not just a mansion as a vessel, it's a killer landscape if you ask me. But what comes to mind when you hear of a mansion would include furniture to support its life and decor to accompany it with elegance.

Shall we buy tables, chairs, etc. that might be available at the Spirit Mansion? It was when Mira was thinking about it.

Also, the voice of the Spirit King echoed. Then we should look for artificial spirits of furniture and decor and sign a contract.

"By the thoughts of men, artificial spirits are dwellings. This wide world. Some pieces of furniture have been valued and have even been used to house spirits. If we find it, make a deal, and tie it together with the power of my protection, we'll be sure to enrich the mansion."

To the words of his Spirit King, Mira exalted.

"Oh my... what is the artificial spirit of furniture? Such a way. This is great again!

If you want lighting, sign with the Spirit of Lighting. If you want a table, sign with the Spirit of the table. By doing so, the empty mansion will now be upgraded while the real mansion.

Finding artificial spirits for furniture. Mira, who felt a response to some exciting nurturing element, dreamed of some finished shape and fell asleep, thinking, "I wish I had a big hall clock spirit," etc.

Revealing the night on the fourth level of the ancient underground city, Mira confirmed the current time with her thighs as she woke up.

Time is after nine in the morning. She seems to have slept very slowly and comfortably and is in great physical condition.

Looking around the dark room, Mira remembers the night, instructing the Spirit of the Mansion to open the armor door. Then the light plugged in and the room lit up brightly.

"Hmm. Good morning."

The ultra-technology or something of ancient civilization, the light that illuminated was similar to the warmth of the sun.

As he gets used to that light, Mira, who was blurry, finally wakes up after a little while and begins her morning ordination.

Wash your hands first thing in the morning. Next, take off the pants you were wearing just one piece of and head to the shower room. And after a hot shower, Mira woke up physically and mentally, getting ready for breakfast.

Mira eventually keeps moving around with a pair of pants without wearing any clothes because of signs of relaxation like at home, held by the Spirit of the Mansion.

"See you around the corner. I don't know, I just want to make up my mind about Shareoz."

You eat in a mansion like a nobleman, so do those for breakfast. Last night was a really common dinner, but Mira seemed to think a lot of things too. Arrange ingredients in the cooking area, while choosing something that looks like it.

The first thing you can't take off is white bread. Next, prepare tea for bacon, stir-fried eggs and fruit. The priority given to impressions and prejudices makes it a common breakfast, even for the sake of nobility. However, it was breakfast sitting on the floor in pants, so from a third-party perspective, it could be a somewhat blurry dining landscape.

Whatever the details, after breakfast, Mira cleans up quickly, and now begins her schedule to resume her adventure.

When I put on my underwear that I'm still unfamiliar with, I finally put my sleeves through my clothes here. And I think with the hem, collar, etc. done.

I wonder if the spirits of appearance are anywhere.

You should pay attention to gentlemen and familiarity. Words that were spoken by the ideal figure I saw somewhere. Something and a mirror are necessary.

Now, however, you should behave more as a lady than as a gentleman. But I don't care about Mira at all. The longing remained the same forever, and Mira continued to strive for the ideal of being sinister and dandy.

That's how she's ready to leave, and Mira leaves the mansion, then looks back once and for all now. A mansion with a reduced appearance, like a miniature. As this grows, it seems that one day it will be comparable in size to a real noble mansion.

Incidentally, the Spirit King said the best way to grow these artificial spirits is to make use of them as they fit for their application. I mean, if it's a mansion, we'll live there.

Mira, who wants to see her grow up fast, decides that every day from now on, the camp is the Spirit of the Mansion. Then again, I sent him back tonight in one voice saying hello.

"Softly...... That's right."

Where the mansion disappeared and her vision was wide open, Mira shrugged as she remembered. What I saw in Mira's eyes was Dark Knight and Holly Knight, who were positioned as escorts last night. And another, countless demonic stones that look scattered all over the desolate garden.

"This is more than I expected."

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Staring at the Demonic Stone, which is in such a quantity that she is not even willing to count, Mira laughs at the same time as she is surprised. This is going to be more money than I thought.

"Supernyan, it's the top!

Mira summoned Kett-See as a retriever on schedule. Now Kett-See appeared feathering a cape on red and blue full-body tights. On the placard in your hand, [faster than your balls and stronger than your cat. But it's expensive, isn't it? No, let's rush for free, that's the supernyan of justice!] and the longest sentence ever written.

But Mira leaves them untouched and asks for the Demonic Stone Recovery.

"The pinch of the world! Shit, it's Supernyan!

Cheerful Kett-Sea flashed her cape and aided her before jumping up into space. And naturally, when gravity pulls me down to the ground, I start picking up the demonic stones as if nothing had happened. Kett-Sea letting the strange place take you into custody. I guess I couldn't remove the dispatch scene even if I couldn't fly.

Where the hell do we get this kind of knowledge? Just a little concerned there, Mira also collected the Demonic Stone.

"It's amazing. There were two hundred and thirty-three!

A pile of demonic stones that I picked up without one left. Kett-Sea, who counted all the pieces for chores, dances with a placard in his hand. I don't really see it whirling around, but that placard left a note that would have been from when I counted. [Full + Full + There =] and.

Although some doubts have arisen as to whether it really fits, as far as I can tell, it does seem to exceed two hundred.

"Hmm. That's more than I thought."

Mira, who housed the Demonic Stone in the item box, quickly repatriated Kett-See, who finished her role in making a scene, "I'm having a treat tonight." As he disappeared surrounded by light, he said, "The hero of righteousness only leaves without sound!," sounded a brave and lonely voice somewhere.

"Well... I'm sure the market was at least five hundred riffs at the time."

At the time. In other words, Mira recalls that the market for the Demonic Stone in the Game Age was five hundred riffs, even the smallest.

Surgical weapons, psychotropic secrets, equipment enhancements, etc. Demonic stones are something in high demand that you will need for a variety of production related items.

In addition, at present, all the tools named Magic Formulas for Adventurers are the main driving force. The Magic Cartridge is then made by machining the Magic Cartridge. This means that demand is even higher than it was at the time.

I should have checked the buyout price.

Sales prices of weapons, medicines, etc., had been investigated, but they had lost sight of the buyout. But it won't be cheaper than then. Having thought of it that way, Mira will try to calculate the lowest price simply in terms of the number of pieces, large or small.

(Five hundred riffs is two hundred, like a hundred thousand. This is delicious.)

As a result, Mira can't stop laughing nasty at. Nevertheless, I have no choice. I was just relaxing and sleeping in the mansion, making 100,000 bucks. Even when it is said to be a wise man or something, the sense of money is still common people. Therefore, it is impossible to be fascinated by the overwhelming efficiency of this money maker.

(At the bottom, there would have been a bigger Magic Stone. For example, 300,000 just sleeping, no, 400,000 may not be a dream either!)

With her truly monstrous dreams in mind, Mira decides to take a break tonight in a bustling place where more monsters frequent themselves, etc., and summons Fried and Pegasus.

"Also today, do me a favor!

Somewhere, how Mira is in a better mood than usual. Pegasus, who loves Mira, is happy to see her in a good mood and hisses high again.

Mira crosses with a light figure on Pegasus's back. Having confirmed it, Pegasus spread his wings vigorously. Its wings, joyful, flapped as if they represented present emotions, and rose to the sky.

The first place to head is the Grand Temple, the entrance to the fifth floor. If it's Pegasus, it's about an hour away.

"It's supposed to be boulder, it's busy."

In the ruined streets you can see below, you could see a group of adventurers dealing with skeletons by the way. As I was told, there still seems to be a significant number of adventurers in ancient underground cities.

Even better, it can be seen that each group is positioned at a point that is not too far apart or too close.

As we heard later, fighting in such an arrangement would allow the flashing demons to flow too far into some group and further assist each other.

Something like Simple Alliance, or safer, which then also ensures you make money as a group, they say, is a hunt that has been popular for a few years.

"Well, I wonder how much those guys make in a day"

Two hundred Demonic Stones while asleep. Mira was looking around sparingly, immersed in a sense of superiority with this track record on her chest. At that time, many skeletons squared into Mira's eyes.

"Oh, was it near the 'crematorium' around here?"

Seeing that, Mira shrugged unexpectedly. Crematorium is a common name that used to be used among players. The meaning is very simple.

Not so big, just a square with big white stones. Now, for some reason, there was a characteristic of skeletons coming together there.

Immortal demons, including skeletons, are attracted to the living. Moreover, it is of a stronger nature to be drawn to those who want to live, that is, to those who are dying.

Players who like to decipher world settings said at the time that immortal demons must be admiring, not loathing, raw. And there's something absurd about raw sleeping in the square.

But in the end, nothing has been found and remains a mystery. The player seemed to have eyes on the white stone as the most suspicious, but no matter how much he looked into it, the investigation ended with nothing.

If I didn't know by all means I could, I'm sure there's nothing. I guess it was simply a habit to gather in the square. Everyone's research-loving players made that decision and left there in search of another mystery.

After that, you can just sweep away the hissing skeletons with range-based magic and settle in as a place where you can make very efficient money. Hence, "crematorium".

(As a matter of fact, there is an angel bond!)

People won't even be able to recognize it. Mira, who had heard from the angel himself that the angel kingdom had such an effect, jokes and laughs so. If, even if it were true, the angels would hide it until they tied the line, they would never have crossed it without touching it.

"But well, it's been accumulating for a long time..."

Little by little, but over time, more skeletons continued to gather at the crematorium. That number already exceeds fifty. With Mira's power, it'll be enough to sweep away in ten seconds. In only ten seconds, there are fifty Demonic Stones. Delicious money to get with a little effort, but Mira flew away with the crematorium on her back without a trace of dust untrained.

Mira is the most attractive gold. That's what you get without labor. It is the best money that comes down and springs up, which can be used in a grand way without worrying about anything, and now that it is my guess, I don't care about some money that involves labor, etc. Gentlemen, no human thought.

"Oh, like it's going to be."

Along the way, I saw a group of adventurers going straight down the road leading to the Great Shrine. It consists of one warrior who will be a shield and all the rest a magician.

(To Burning Seoul, Flame Wand, Actread, Ibir Blaze. It's a stunningly flame-enhanced system.)

The number of skeletons in the crematorium is just right. Apparently, even now, the crematorium is thriving.

You've been attached to Luminaria before. Mira, who missed the funeral with that in mind, smiled a little emotionally that the fashion was still handed down at the time.

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