43-Chapter 2-16 Aiming for the next

...morning, I guess it wasn't just a dream...

There was a pair of bangles and three collars lying by my side as I lay in bed.

I got dressed and went to the courtyard to put the collars on Shiroumaru as soon as I could.

'On?'

As I reminded Shiroumaru of the collar, he shrank in size before my eyes, eventually shrinking to about 1.5 meters.

It's about half the size it was before I put the collar on it. Seeing this, I tried the collar on too, and although I didn't feel anything different, the collar was absorbed and assimilated into my wrist area, as if it were being absorbed.

When I tried to remove it in a hurry, the bangles reappeared.

After trying several times, it seems that the bangles have a function to assimilate into the wearer's arm when not in use, and appear if you remind them to do so.

By the way, I tried to see if it would really come back when I thought of it away from the bracelet, and it really did appear on my arm.

I'll let him stay at his usual size until we get out of the city, because if I make Shiroumaru small all of a sudden, he'll think something is wrong.

This time, I reminded him to go back to his original size, and he returned to his usual size. The collar seems to be able to be fitted to any size of household member. It is indeed a tool of God's direct transmission.

After eating breakfast that day, I spent all day preparing for the trip.

We threw food-related items into the bag from the end of the purchase, without thinking about how long it would last because we had a magic bag.

As expected, putting it directly into the bracelets was likely to cause unnecessary trouble, so I did a roundabout way of putting it into the original bag and then transferring it to the bracelets, and stored the food in both bags.

While I was stocking up on water, liquor, food, condiments, and recovery medicine, I found something in a street vendor on a back road that caught my attention.

It was a small, dirty knife at first glance, but it was strangely disturbing.

'Can I have this?'

I asked my dad, a street vendor.

"You like things too! I can't believe you'd want to see all that stuff... if you'll buy it for me!

But when I appraised it with the rest of the stuff, I said

Orichalcong's knife, Mithril's dagger, Adamantine's sword, Adamantine's cuirass, and Adamantine's armor.

And they were all pretty ... well ... crazy good items. However, each of them had a thin layer of iron or copper on their surfaces, and they rusted and looked ragged on the surface.

'How much are all these things?'　

'Can you buy me one? Then how about two gold coins... no, one and five large silver coins?

'Hmmm ... well that's okay. If we can fix it, it'll work just fine.

I put in a bit of a play, took the money out of the bag, handed it to him, and took the item back and put it in the bag.

'Whoa, you're a magic bag owner, that's why you decided to buy this raggedy thing. It's going to be useful when I take it in for repair! After all, it's a boloi to look at, but it's sturdy.

But if I fix it all up, it's worth several platinum coins' worth of stuff, so I'll be making a lot of money.

'Every time~'

My dad's face was very smug, but I wanted to thank him more than he did.

I returned to the inn and quickly cleaned up my knife and knife. The method is simple. All I had to do was bump the two knives against each other.

The knife is like a survival knife with a blade of 20cm long and a handle of about 15cm.

The small blade is a thing that can be called a "wakizashi". It looks almost like a Japanese sword, and although there is no scabbard, it is single-edged and slightly warped. The length of the blade is 40cm and the handle is a little over 20cm.

When I struck the two peaks together, the metal on the surface of the sword peeled off, revealing an unclouded blade from underneath.

Adamantine's sword was of a simple construction, greatsword type, with a blade length of one meter and a handle of 50 cm, which was quite large. This one was an Orihalcon knife, and as I scraped the surface, a blackish sword blade appeared.

The armor and cuirass are not the right size for me, so they'll probably be dead in my bag for a while.

As I cleaned up the details, it didn't take long for nearly two hours to pass. It was dim outside, and a nice smell wafted in from the dining room.

I let Shiroumaru out into the room, small as a reminder to do some experiments.

Shiroumaru, dinner is ready.

When I fed Shiroumaru about half the amount of food I usually feed him, he started out eating vigorously, but by the time he was halfway through, he visibly lost his momentum.

"Gep.

He stopped eating, leaving about a third of the food.

'Good! This will keep the volume down!　

This would save me money and make meal preparation a little easier. At the thought, I was naturally gutted.

'Alright, I'll have a meal too,'

As I said this, I left food and water for the slarin' and headed to the dining room.

When I entered the cafeteria, I didn't notice it in the morning, but I saw a lady with a strange good mood and smooth skin, and an old man who looked terribly tired and old.

Try not to worry about what's going on.

I'm so sorry you had to go through that but here's your homemade recovery potion.

Then, when he said that, he tried to give it to his father.

Sorry, Temma! Gulp, gulp, oh my, it's surprisingly easy to drink!

And the lady took it from the side and drank it all at once.

........I'll never forget the look on his face......it was like finding an oasis in the middle of the desert and crawling up to it in a crawling body, and it was a mirage of cruelty. ...It was such a look of despair.

I'm a white-washed old man who's as white as Joe.

''What can I say........good luck.......''

After saying that, he let his father hold two bottles of recovery pills in his hand, then he shoved about four more into his pocket and left the place.

I took my seat as it was.

Hey, Mom, can you give me some recommendations?

I ordered as if nothing had happened.

'Yes! I'll give you some more recommendations.

The old man started to squirm at the words, took a gulp of the two recovery pills in his hand, and

Yeah.

And then he walked into the kitchen. The food that came out was a bit salty, mindlessly.

'Ah, lady, I'm going to leave tomorrow. Thank you for your help.

'Huh~! You just came out of nowhere!

His wife was most surprised.

'You! Come here!

The lady walked out while calling for the old man and hung a tag on the door that said 'Closed Today'.

''What's the matter~........''

The old man, who was still out of his element, appeared with a whimper. His wife told him what happened.

Whaaaaat?

bang

He fell down because he forced himself to scream.

'Father!

You...

The customers around him started to make a lot of noise, and it was hard.

The old man found out about an hour after that.

'Ha, I had a weird dream!

You can't be dreaming... but Temma is leaving town tomorrow!

'Seriously!

The old man was so surprised that he was on the verge of a character breakdown.

'I'm sorry, old man. But I feel like I have to go now.

I said that because I couldn't tell the old man and the others what Bushin taught me in my dream.

Well adventurers have a lot of instincts, so... it can't be helped.

Pops easily agreed.

'Grandfather. Here's my thanks for all the help you've given me over the past two years.''

Saying that, I held out a few bundles of paper to the old man.

''We're in business, you don't have to worry about it..........Seriously!

What's the matter... really!

The piece of paper I gave my dad is one of the recipes for sweets I know and have successfully reproduced.

'You ... this alone is a fortune!

In fact, there are not many recipes for sweetness in this world. The reason for this is the high cost of sugar and the strong image that sweetness is associated with fruit.

Many people think that mixing raw, cooked, or dried fruits into breads and cookies, or simply pouring sugar directly on them, is enough to make them sweet and delicious in their own right.

I wrote recipes for doughnuts, pancakes, puddings, puff pastry, etc., that weren't particularly difficult to make, but still seemed to be acceptable to women and children.

Don't worry," he says, "there are some recipes that aren't written down. And there are some recipes that I didn't write in it. What you will find in there are things that can be easily made in the kitchen here, and with more ingenuity, you can make a variety of flavors. And as an insurance policy, we have the Duke of Sangha's approval.

Saying that, they were relieved when he pulled out a document from his bag. The reason for this was because there was a true story that a nobleman had used a sweetness recipe in a cookery shop in the royal capital a long time ago in his business without permission and put the owner of the cookery shop who protested to death.

Therefore, when I consulted the Duke of Sangha during our recent discussion, he told me

'Well, I'll write you a stroke. If you do anything to that store with it, it will be the same as the act of giving me a fight, you know.

He wrote simply.

'Just on one condition: the Duke will send me a messenger from time to time, and he wants me to make some sweets and give them to him.

When it comes to the Duke of Sangha class, even if you're royalty, it's not easy to get your hands on, so it can be said to be one of the highest levels of security.

''That's about as good as it gets, it's a small price to pay.

Now we can have sweets every day!

'Well, Mrs. White, if you eat too much, you're in big trouble. Especially a woman's secret...

At my words, the lady stopped for a moment.

Now we can have the occasional (...) snack!

Retake. Apparently, in every world, weight is an alarming thing for women.

Anyway, I'll be grateful for the opportunity to use it.

Afterwards, I spent the last night with my dad, taking questions from him about the recipe.

The sky was clear and blue, a perfect day to start our journey.

Even though it was early in the morning, all the people who had befriended me in this town had gathered to see me off.

Lily and the others, my father and wife, Flute and the guild leader, Serna and Marx, Primera and the captains.

Each of them showed up even though they would have things to do, but they showed up.

We've already said our goodbyes to everyone, so we just dodge the light greetings.

At that time, they gave us a thoughtful selection of food. They had prepared homemade snacks, food and drinks, a treatment set, and a hand-drawn map.

'Temma, take this,'

Saying that, Alan gave me some broken swords, spears, and armor.

'These are all difficult to repair, but I'm sure Temma could rebuild them.

Surely my alchemy can do it. I'll take it gratefully.

'Mr Temma, this is from your father.

Primera handed me an envelope that was sealed with wax. I opened it.

Is this, by any chance, the coat of arms of the Duke of Sangha?

Inside was a palm-sized, hexagonal metal plate with the deer emblem of the guard, or mating, painted on it, and a cord was threaded through the top of the plate.

''Yes, it is. 'Yes, that's right,' he said, 'and if you keep it with you, it will come in handy in case something happens. And I have a message for you, and this coat of arms is my apology for all the trouble I've caused you. Please don't hesitate to use it. Just don't misuse it, please.

'Thank you for your concern. Of course, I won't use it for anything bad. Please tell him so.

Yes, sir. Take care of yourself, Temma.

I took those words and got into the carriage.

Thank you all for your support. I'll be back in town!

I let Tanikaze proceed slowly.

I kept turning around and waving my hands until everyone was out of sight.

Eventually everyone was smaller than a pea-sized grain and when I couldn't see them anymore, I turned back to the front and increased the speed of the tanikaze to shake off the loneliness.