Vol 1 Chapter 13 (2/2)

“That’s your bet, Tristan?”

“Well”

His purpose was finally clear

In other words, he visited the store this ti

He occasionally starts shi+tty bets with the guys in the tavern, so Fujiwara

This always left Fujiracked thin orries

Since the events of the “Expedition Event”, many Seekers like him were left depressed

So as not to get in the pande into the Dungeon as

This was indeed related to the recent Recession of Labyrinth City

Very few et drop items, what could the shops sell? What could you sell to the shops?

Sambles couldn’t heal that depression, but it could help

“So, will Mr Monk bite as well?”

“…I’d rather refrain”

Fujiwara politely declined

His shop was also undergoing a depression as well, and he would be troubled if he could not afford the Coffee charge because he lost the bet

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Tristan said “Well, if you change yourthe store

Fujiwara, now alone, finished off the leftover coffee and put the ledger away quickly

Since no visitors had co the store Fujias reluctant, but Master did not like the store beco dirty and would complain, so he made sure it stayed clean

“…Fu”

Fujiwara finished sweeping the store, going outside with a broom

Outside the store was a bright, sunny day, ideal for a stroll

He wanted to do just that and place a placard upon the door, but if Fujiwara’s master returned, he was unsure what punishht

When he was cleaning the outside properly, he found at the very end of the property soe under a pile of leaves It seemed to be a silhouette

“…”

Fujias developing a headache

Nearby the store was the Entrance Hall of the Dungeon, and this was a place injured Seekers often fell over

-But

The silhouette he saw just now could not have possibly been a person It lookedthere Rather than dig under the pile, he decided to go clean up the back yard, hurriedly changing his plans like so

Fujiwara began to turn around and begin walking to the store, but then stopped

“…”

He felt that his ressively help those who fall down nearby

Of course not out of philanthropy, but “That person will likely becoht even reward you”, and sordid thoughts such as that

Fujiwara conte his forehead

The thing under the pile would be troublesome, but if he left it there, he would be preached at by his ain Either decision was troublesome to Fujiwara

“…I really do not like people Ah, well,”

It was indeed not in his nature to ignore the person under the leaves, however Fujiwara sighed, deciding to approach it with the brooainst the wall

Under the pile lay armor The armor was from the tip of the head to the tip of the toe, covered by thick armor all around This was the so-called ‘Full Body Armor’

The possibility that this was just throay ar within

Unfortunately, it was a person

They had a good stature, one uncommon to find in the city, and it was unusual to have a person in such perfect armor

This was likely the rookie ‘Footsteps of Death’ that was the source of the rumors

“Uuu…”

A painful sound was heard

Fujiwara checked all over the armor but could find no dints, nicks, or other abnore scar

“…They ry,” Fujiwara considered

Food is a coeon

As he bent close to the covered face, Fujiwara s

Soaps of the Full Helm

Fujiwara tried to hed

“I see, is it poison?”

Poison gas seeht Full Body Arly

“I’ll begin the healing”, Fujiwara decided while cupping his nose and mouth with one hand

He was conte, when he found a clasp around the gorget of the ar that, and then re it easily

There was still one thing Fujiwara couldn’t comprehend It hy this person wore the armor even now In a situation like this, shouldn’t you reas scatter away?

“…”

Fujiwara unconsciously held his breath

Instead of scars or burns he was greeted with s eyelids and red lips like roses, with a golden bob of hair held in an additional ceramic casque (tl: headpiece, helmet)

It would seeirl In fact, a beautiful one, to the extent that Fujiwara could feel lost while looking

But, the situation could not be hung up just like that

Even at a glance, Fujiwara saw the terrible symptoms

Their skin was pale in complexion from loss of blood

Their breaths were shallow, barely leaking from their throat

Their eyes were convulsing, and they were nearly entering a comatose state

Fujiwara decided to bring them to a free medical hospital posthaste (tl: clinic, I think), but could not do so until after the first aide was completed

Fujias too weak to carry her, lifting her instead into a leaf cart and barreling her inside the store