Chapter 64: 64 63 Travel Offers

Sixty-three

In the morning, when the sunshine falls like a sun, the sound of a bell abruptly melted in the sky sounds as it lingers amidst the signs of Japan in a tatami room.

"Nooo... what's that noise?

Mira peeks at the face buried in the blanket as she explores. The noise rang several times, heard from the outside. And when the sound stops,

'I will give you information on the operation of the Continental Railway. The left circulation line departed from Woodholm Station at 8: 15. The estimated time of arrival at our station is 12: 45. I repeat...'

It was broadcast from the station in order to communicate the operation of the railway. Railroad arrival times are not as accurate in minutes as in Japan, so they are broadcast to the entire city.

When I finished listening to the broadcast and opened the menu to check the current time, it was labeled 8: 30.

Four hours and a little.

Rising up with her face against the blanket, Mira gently unwraps her body before walking over to the window. If I rubbed my still sleepy eyes against the back of my hand and looked out at the view, in the morning sun, I could hope for a city where people of diverse races and costumes would go. If you raise your gaze, there will be a large station sitting there, and at its entrance and exit you will see many people busily going about like a

Mira, who vaguely looked at the waves of such a person, remembers the night she arrived looking up at Fufu Station.

When we arrived in Silverside, we peeked. The station campus is huge, and if we were to look around, it would take a long time.

During the ride, Mira, who was willing to look around, stepped away from the window so as to take it back, and when she took off her yukata, which was no longer just hooked to her belt, she began to hassle her morning schedule.

Wash your face in a washroom similar to a handkerchief, add to the Japanese toilet, and change into a magic robe set.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

Whimpering so, he plays the bell next to the flower with his fingernails. This reminded me of what my buddy said about breakfast being brought in.

When you're done dressing, make some tea and sit in the duvet. Mira doesn't do anything at a prolonged, idle moment like an extension, but leans towards smudging and drinking water.

"Peace."

Such a grumbling appearance was as sad as some recluse.

"Good morning. We brought you breakfast."

While calm from the hallway side, a voice can be hung that passes well. When Mira stood up, she unlocked the lock and invited her companion in.

Breakfast arranged on the table is a classic Japanese meal that is thorough by the time it is stunning.

Mira took a seat saying this looked delicious again. After getting the cooking description just like last night, Mira started mixing natto first.

Satisfied with the breakfast, Mira stares into the mirror with the ribbon she had retained her hair until the other day. I can't tie my hair well, just like Mariana fixed it for me.

(Nooo...... Twin tails are the cutest.)

Mira struggles with thinking about what someone else would sound a lot more complacent if they asked because she is the ideal figure of herself. About three weeks into this world. I was starting to get used to myself for a long time now.

Mira tenses her chest satisfactorily in front of her appearance when she manages to get her hair shaped by trial or error.

Ready and looking around the room to see if there was anything left, Mira left behind the empty space a little bit.

After just getting a little lost, I found the counter, Mira. Pass in front of the shoebox room along the way and look up the front door and turn back on your heels. The shoebox and room keys are the same, so it was explained that the shoe was to be recovered before being returned to the counter.

"I took care of you"

Mira, with her own shoes in her hand, says so and returns the key to the counter.

"Thank you for your use. … by the way, customer, may I ask, do you intend to go outside with that hair?"

The woman at the reception who received the key at the sales smile looks anxiously at Mira and asks, as a result, intolerably. Mira tilts her neck slightly and touches her own tied hair to see what she can do.

I had not solved it in particular and put a question mark on the attitude of the lady at the reception.

"I don't mean to, but is something wrong?

Mira has no idea and asks back. Then the lady at the reception said, "Excuse me for a moment, may I?," he smiled gently with the mirror in his hand at the counter. Unlike the sales smile, it was a full of motherhood.

Mira nods and answers, the receptionist puts the mirror in front of her and unties the girl's hair. Mira hadn't noticed, but it was still only the first set, with devastating upward, downward, and backward stacking positions, and that was the more immediately the other person could tell.

While the difference bothered my mind, I asked the receptionist to fix it again for a while. The look in the mirror is certainly brilliant enough to look different, and the finished receptionist gently lets her silver hair sweep at her fingertips to see how her hair flutters and dances like wings look.

"Now, it's okay"

"Thank you. It took a lot of work."

Dropped off by the lady's flamboyant smile at the reception, Mira followed Xingyue Villa.

Straight to Silverside Station, Mira looks up at that large building again. It is about the size of the school building we have seen at Alkite School and stands majestically in the light of day.

Mira entered the campus from the entrance to a heavily crowded station. The store continues as far back as the mall, but at the very front is lined up with station staff and thoughtful people, with a counter that says reception.

Mira turns to one of them to ask about railway usage in this world.

"Can I ask you a question?

"Yes, ask me anything"

The receptionist replies with a smile to the girl who rocked the twin tails and made her peek at the counter just a little higher. That was a somewhat more polite response than usual. But Mira feels pretty sweet about her job, though.

"I'd like to use the railroad, but I need you to tell me how I can get in."

"I'm in awe. Okay, first, I'll explain the ticket. There are three types of tickets for each seating class, all sold here"

The lady at reception who answers the question with a smile puts three tickets on the tray so that Mira can also see them. The colors are white, pale blue and red. The material was not paper, but was made of a material similar to the dungeon permit.

"From here, it's economy class, premium class, first class, right? We need one for each station, each at a price of 5,000, 10,000 and 20,000 riffs."

"Hmm, one at a station..."

Things seem slightly different from the original world.

Mira roars at the three tickets. The difference is a letter that says color. Economy classes are easy to imagine. But Mira, who was a general family, has a little admiration for the words premium and first class.

"I'd like to get to Alice Farius, but a few stops from here."

"From Silverside, it will be five stations. That's a total of 25,000 riffs in economy class."

To the lady at the reception who answers with a smile, Mira points to a first-class ticket,

"Okay, five of these, please"

That's what I said. Ten Mithrill coins from the waistporch, 100,000 riffs on the tray. The lady at the reception smiled a little, but immediately regained her smile and confirmed the price.

"Yes, indeed. Now, this will be your first class ticket. Please check."

"Uhm."

Mira gets a small nod ticket and goes straight to the waist pouch. When the receptionist watches the trick, she gauges the time and opens her mouth.

"First class tickets are expensive, so I suggest you don't show them too much in public."

Yes, I made just one caveat. Mira was also convinced that she was indeed right,

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"Right, let's be careful"

Taking the advice, Mira shifted her waist pouch slightly towards her abdomen.

Then thanked the lady at the reception and looking forward to how much the first class was, Mira rolled out to the store's lined streets.

If you check the time on the menu, it will leave at 9: 10. Mira, who remembered the railroad's arrival time was late twelve o'clock, actually leaps her chest forward through a wider and larger section of station campus stores than she expected to step in.

The store that stands side by side with a two-tier blowout is the shopping mall that deals with a lot of cluttered products, and if you come here, you even feel like you're going to have everything.

About three and a half hours left. Mira jumped into the store in front of her, trying to enjoy shopping until it was time.

The first house shows signs for the "Moon and Silver Tower Specialty Chamber of Commerce Silverside Station Store". It's a souvenir shop of some sort. The store is wide and full of customers, so it looks like it's been flourishing for a long time.

"No..."

Nine familiar child-sized robes are arranged in quite prominent places in the store, and Mira, who sees them, slightly draws her cheeks.

That, of course, is a robe replica of the wise. Although it seems spectacular because it is beautifully arranged, Mira focused on its inventory.

(Why is my robe the only one wearing three...)

Five or more other pieces are displayed, combined with replicas that are folded as exhibits and inventory. The number of luminarian robes clearly discriminated against.

(Must have sold... I'm very popular...)

I told myself so strongly that Mira left the spot.

Through the sewing-related shelves, the shelves with groceries continue next. Foods that can enjoy the flavour of each piece of land would not be an exaggeration when it comes to souvenir staples. Mira checked in turn the products that felt slightly overpriced.

The first thing that caught my eye was a classic during the classic, cookie. What we're selling here is a muscat made from a thriving muscat grown in the Kingdom of Alkite, a muscat cookie with jam in the center of a plain cookie. The sweetness and sourness of jams that shine as beautifully as emeralds is a popular dish.

Next to it is muscat candy, followed by muscat drinks.

Mira heads to the next shelf. A section of the shelf was also lined with souvenirs that could be considered classic. A pennant written as Nine Sages, a pin badge engraved with two names: Nine Sages and King Solomon, a mini lantern written as Alkite Kingdom, a luminous capital of craftsmanship Lunatic Lake model, and a silver tower figurine with a glimpse of artisan restraints. When I received it, all the things that were difficult to handle were gathered in one place. But behind Mira's perception, the neighborhood may have the most guests.

Mira left the souvenir store behind by purchasing a Muscat cookie six hundred riffs.

The next store I visited was the bookstore. Is it because the sale is for sale, a man of musculoskeletal warriors who would have a lot of guests of his own, such as a magician, and be in a relationship, looks at the shelves with a sinister look?

Mira took the book that was being flat stacked. The cover reads "Introduction to Magic," and its contents were an introduction to magic catalysts for elementary mastery and standing around, as its title suggests.

A primer for all types of surgery is sold if you look at it. The last page comes with an introductory brochure for Alkite School, which conveys a willingness to go through if you want to learn any more.

Gently returning to the flat pile, Mira smiled bitterly with her eyes at the martial arts guidebook piled next to the art book. This is another primer that describes the basics of handling weapons such as swordsmanship and martial arts. Of course, if you open the back page, the brochures of each dojo are pinched.

(Success...)

With some admiration, Mira walks into the back of the store.

From such things as demonic and botanical drawings, there are also books such as the Dictionary of Heroes in tourist guides.

On the back shelf, there was a line of picture books. There is also a range of children's literature, as well as other novels of diverse genres, headed by the story of the Nine Wise Men, passionately told by Emera at the lowest level of the ancient temple Nebrapolis.

Further out of Mira's reach, there was a display of titles for adults, and Mira's back, desperately reaching for it, was watched unsettled by customers and clerks in the store. Many others, leaking an unspeakable sigh at the appearance of the girl who gave up and lowered her hand, rushed to the girl who jumped up and held the book in her hand the next moment, trying to step on the air.

(Nooo... they took it away)

It was an infidel rotten Mira, but I discovered an incredible book in the deepest corner.

Not an adult noble literature. Mass entertainment, comic books were there. These cultures will be influenced by former players, no matter what you think.

Naturally, there are no titles that Mira remembers, and all the covers look fresh.

(I didn't know there were so many caricatures at first sight... Looking forward to the excavation!)

Excavation work, which means finding interesting comics that are right for you. Mira takes it from one end and glances at the cover and alas.

The face of the girl who was in a good mood on the shelf of a comic book gradually reassured her, she scattered her thoughts.

In the end Mira took a roll of a few eye-catching comics and also bought a map around the Holy Nation of Alice Farius on her way.

I go around looking at many other stores. The branch of the Dinoir Chamber of Commerce, which sells a variety of targeted convenience tools to adventurers, looks promising and moves on to the campus, where there are several other disturbed stores dealing with souvenir stores, grocery stores, drugs, etc. Everywhere the product content was different from that of the non-classic product, and it was something that you could enjoy quite a bit just looking at.

When I started circling with that and this, the more I stood. The sound of a familiar bell jumped into Mira's ear as she jumped out of the clerk of a clothing store.

'We will provide you with information on the operation of the continental railways. The left circulation line is driving smoothly towards our station. You will be arriving in an hour. I repeat...'

"An hour..."

When Mira confirms the announcement to her ear, she resumes her tour of the store.

As if signaling the broadcast, they were misled into a stream of people going from one nearby staircase to the second. Upstairs, there are restaurants and restaurants, and there are many shops dealing with station valves, as well as shops specializing in station valves.

Many varieties intersect, but are still caused by the aroma that irritated the belly worm, Mira recalls the flavor of railway travel in a number of colorful station valves. Before the scenery passes, close the station valve for a moment of bliss.

Mira had begun to indulge in a number of station valves lined up at the end of the house.

The first one looks like a western restaurant with a bright pastel feel. I usually run it as a restaurant, but before the arrival of the railway, I sell station valves at the store. Its contents are predominantly meat, fish and vegetable sandwiches, and the colorful contents are likely to be popular with women.

In fact, there are a lot of female customers, and when Mira gets out of scratching those women, she goes to the next store.

On the second level, where the number of people is gradually increasing, Mira visited a shop called Pompous Lunchbox. Only station lunches were handled, and variations thereof were dominated by common friends such as fried lunches, nori lunches, BBQ lunches and meatball lunches. Because it is cheap and expensive, the customer base mainly has many adventurers, and the undesirable good warrior also buys two Nori lunches.

(A lunch box looks delicious just looking at it. What a strange charm!)

Mira came to the store next door as she was pulled back by a fried lunch box from. It seems to be a bit of a luxury store, and there are many products in hand. These include an omelet lunch box with demi-glazed sauce, rolled cabbage lunch boxes simmered in tomato soup, and an herbaceous Scotch egg lunch box.

"This is craftsmanship."

Mira breaks her cheeks on the scent of demiglass sauce and butter by keeping her nose tip close to the rind on a sample omelet lunch box with exquisite semi-ripening.

But there could still be a better station valve. Mira put an omelet in one of the candidates and headed next door again. It is a stranger to Mira that the Omelette sales record was updated on this day due to the melting smile of an angelic girl.

The next store had a store structure very similar to the Star Moon Villa where Mira stayed overnight. I guess it's based on the Japanese-style style. Items sold by Japanese clothing sellers differed slightly from the classification of station valves, and rice balls were sold one at a time. The variety of utensils exceeds ten, with matching pickles and tea lined up beside the shelves. As for the tea, the container and contents were sold separately.

(Here too, fried from…)

Rice balls are available in a variety of ways, from classic to otherworldly. Because of its ease of rice balls, it seems quite thriving.

Next door is the same line as the rice balls. For the products handled, station valves were sold mainly for bamboo rice, chestnut wow and other cooked rice for mushroom rice. Thanks to its fragrant smell and fox color, it would be an iron plate. The accompanying side meal also highlights it all the more.

(The bamboo roasted rice in the country was excellent.)

I will remember the second candidate and take another peek with the next store, the next store.

Many stores continue all the time, including the cheapest but 2,000 riff luxury station valve store, a shop that prides itself on charcoal grilling that offers a wide selection of skewers, a store that deals with burgers, a fast food staple, and a sushi lunch box store that competes in three types: Matsubamboo Plum.

And Mira's peek into the dozens was a classic during the lunch classic. Five hundred riffs for the cheapest, and a thousand and three hundred riffs for the expensive. Speaking of its contents, it is a Tabernacle lunch box that combines a number of side meals in white rice. Simple, yet packed with many side meals, it's a finished form of station valves that can be enjoyed on the tongue or in the eye.

There are also many familiar side meals for Mira, and in the first railway trip in the other world, there would be no more secure station valves.

Mira stuck to the sample and confirmed the variance due to the price difference. There are also types and numbers of cheaper and expensive side dishes, but there are significant differences in the main meat and fish. On the cheaper side, it is white fries, etc., but when it gets higher, it turns to salted salmon and mini hamburgers.

The dishes I remember packed in my lunchbox. At last, Mira decided to be dignified and bought the most expensive Tabernacle lunch.

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