Vol 1 Chapter 7 (1/2)

The arette from his threadbare pocket, and lit it

Even in this night, due to his sharp eyes, even a dim lamp was sufficient

There were no walls around With every step the rubble underfoot was dispersed, and the carpet under it was a soht brown

Perhaps it used to be a great hall

“What a troublesome situation”

He was on the twelfth floor on the Dungeon until a few o

While he was fighting with an angry Kobold, blocking his way towards where a party had an ae place

When he looked up, the ceiling was far above

It was a featureless square with a smooth stone wall

In other words, the Seeker had blundered his way into a pitfall

He was lucky that the height was only as high as it was, and since he was careless he only narrowly escaped death

Nearby hi about wildly until just noas used as his cushi+on during the fall, with its tongue now hanging languidly and completely quiet

Tristan began to think, puffing the sarette slowly

There was no doubt that this is the thirteenth floor

Because the strength and brutality of monsters rises exponentially, the survival rate also falls exponentially

The “Deadline” is feared greatly It’s based on the capability of the “Capture Party”, and they fear passing it unless they’re daredevils trying to seek strong monsters

Safety and efficiency were the priority, but Tristan himself was a ‘Repo eon to sell in the city at secondhand shops

“Such a dreadful place, I must leave here”

There are also circuh

His left leg was bent unnaturally, and it was useless trying to set it until he got to a Priest in the city The only choices foron the floor Usually in such a state, you would wait for your companions, but there were no hands to help him here

“Aah, tough Looks like I’ to the pain”

He spat out the puffs along with a sigh, pressed to the carpet on the floor

“…”

But he was going to get no time to rest

He could here flapping and loud footsteps, likelyor the se Kobold’s blood

A large three-headed dog appeared, shaking the contours of its body through a heat haze Although it was rather rare, Tristan reical beast that attacks from the shadow

“Hey, you would even eat a withering grandfather, huh?”

Tristan watched it keep a distance, but when it found out he couldn’t even move, it would attack mercilessly A situation like this isn’t one a Seeker would encounter, even in a half a century Running would be impossible

Tristan also had nothing to rely on, he was almost out of items

He only had his jackknife and a few equipments, truthfully Tristan decided it was possible to escape, but his choices were few

He had that ite that had not had an Appraisal done on it yet Though, if there was an opportunity to use it, this would be it

It was now or never

“I’ll be a good opponent”

The three headed hellhound approached with drool hanging froood supper, its eyes shi+ning with hunger

Tristan began laughing fearlessly, his left aruard, as he extended it into the Gauntlet

It was early in the ician’s Shop”, which had decidedly few customers at the moment

“Yo, monk”

“Tristan, I’ve told you this many times, my name’s Fujiwara”

“That’s hard to say Instead, look at this little guy”

Tristan is a e already

Despite his age, he was renowned for his judgility, clearly he fits the job of Ranger suitably

He was an old regular of the Good Old Magician’s Shop and he frequently coet worrisoh quality

The one on the counter looked like a singular small hand protector

The Gauntlet

Made of steel and er’s or Thieves’ orientation, eer movement and protection

“That there was found on a skeleton, a quite strong one Of course, I took it impolitely”

“Hmm”

“How is it?”

“You’ve got soood”

The reason Fujiwara said it was good was the engraving around the wrist portion

Shaped like a cross, it was proof it was sanctified, though the

In ood, to subdue bandits orof this sort is nearly Good Granting Tool quality, or soher

“Look,”

Fujiwara touched the gauntlet,the spell of transfer and discarded its concealment

Fro on the surface of the dark gray gauntlet

It was certainly a Granting Tool

Since it’s one fro undead, and Buffs

Turning it over, Fujiwara could see how dirty it was, nearly beco black, especially near the cuff

That seems to be dried blood

The prior owner likely cut their pal or hemostasis, so the Gauntlet likely has these capabilities

“Because of this ”

“Is it of the Law of Healing?”

Tristan admires it ide open eyes

A Gauntlet of Healing was a tool that could heal wounds, and even the part froive blood would be soothed

Unlike healing potions, it’s effects were quite high, and the overall survival rate jumps to unheard of positions to which it is an item parties search for and that are competed over heavily

“Even if the person that owns it is a hten the burden”

“…Hold on now”

“Hehe”

Tristan went out to the back yard to kill ti coffee with Anemone, while Fujiwara decided to immediately prepare for appraisal

Tristan was looking around the shop, killing time with coffee in his hand