Vol 1 Chapter 6 (1/2)
“What?”
The sword that should have been sold off (tendered, offered up) came back to me
It was returned in thethe sword into Soarer’s arms On Fujiwara’s face was a mischievous smile which Soarer couldn’t comprehend
Anereed
“Now, counselor Anemone”
“I wonder what you ask, Manager?”
「Anemone, as a skilled ex-Seeker yourself, do you think Soarer needs to sell his sword to capture the third floor of the Dungeon?”
“It is not necessary, isn’t that right?”
“What is the reason for this?”
“Because it is not the fault of his equipment he can’t capture the third floor”
Soarer fell depressed once it was said that it wasn’t the weapons fault In this sort of situation, that is the only conclusion left
“And, of course, it’s not a matter of determination Your body is not inferior, and your daily determination has been proven to the point where you caer”
“Well, then, what is it?”
“These things are not enough for you, it’s a eon exploration”
“Funda…?”
Soarer had no clue
Those who do not have enough of everything cannot pass that hateful third floor Experience, knowledge, swordplay, judgic ability…
Sothem all
However, Anes
“Manager, Mister Ane into consideration”
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Upon Soarer opening the door, voices and noise greeted him in a flood
Sounds of tableware clacking with glass
Footsteps of the e about carelessly
Custo orders
Laughter
Voices
Hoots and catcalls
Sounds are overflowing in the Tavern as it buzzed, lively
This is a tavern called “Underground House to Look At The Sun” (tl: if anyone who can speak the runes fluently sees this, leave a comment with a better translation of (太陽を見上げるモグラ亭)It was still before the sun had set but the Tavern see
Soarer, while uneasy to be here, remembered his master’s lessons and stories about pubs For Seekers of Labyrinth City, the Tavern is soe information, it seems
Naturally, in the case of his master the only topic hich waitress was the cutest or which Liquor brand tasted best
“Ah, sorry to bother you,”
Soarer arrived at the counter and spoke to the goodwife ( the ale stein Her hardiness was affir eye a person couldn’t hide from
“Ah,”
“New kid, huh Your name?”
“My name is Soarer”
“I’m Elizabeth ‘Beth’ is fine”
“Beth, with that I-“
“This is a tavern Order so first, eh?”
“Ah, well, ginger ale and-“
“Is that it?”
In exchange for the drink of ginger ale in the giant , Soarer passed a thermos and a letter he had been entrusted
“This is froer of ‘The Good Old’”
“Are they ordering coffee and a biscuit again? My home’s not a coffee shop, but a pub Sometimes… Oh?”
An order of some kind is written on the letter
Looking at the order froan s
She said “Wait here while I prepare it,” and disappeared into the back of the kitchen
What the hell could have been written there, Soarer wondered
After the prior exchange, the Manager of “The Good Old Magician’s Shop” asked Soarer to go on a little errand
Soarer doubted so like this could help hi for now
Of course, they could be teasing hi him for an errand, but with those people Soarer concluded it likely wasn’t such a thing
Waiting for the order to be prepared, Soarer went to a nearby table and tried to shrink himself down and conceal his presence
In fact, it is his first time in a tavern
Soarer feared being humiliated if he was noticed by others, the novice he is
Little by little he drank the Ginger Ale fro
The Ginger Ale he ordered had alcohol, although he didn’t know it, though it was thin enough it wasn’t hard to drink
Master was often drinking ale, but Soarer liked this particular spiciness and sweetness
“…”
Soarer looked absentmindedly around the room
Many people looked like investigators, icians wearing comfortable robes, as expected by most
People were not only eating or drinking, so of their floor captures
Of course so up an alcohol bill
The Seekers who visit here were likely all well-armed and those who can clear the third floor easily
Soarer blankly thought about as different between him and them
Difference in equipment? No Difference in experience? Yes Difference in skills? Debatable
Then, the difference is not only one of the three basics It has to be soeon itself
Soarer, sadly, did not knohat it was
“Of… That… Don’t have that…”
Soarer heard a voice suddenly, looking back towards it
He thought it was the Goodwife taking out the product, but it was a different person
A girl with freckles and braids
About his age, based on the figure
Looking down, he could see that they were holding a wooden cane They seeain, she earing so akin to a dunce’s hat and a little robe with a deep purple sooty color, so she seemed to be a witch
“Eh, who?”
“Ah…You can call me Linne…”’
“Yes,”
“Ha, then, and your name is Soarer?”
“Yes, it is”