Chapter 192

Chapter 192 I cried out, but (1)

A little more than a month passed and I arrived in Bemurchen. Yes, we have finally arrived in this city.

To the city where I will learn part of the truth.

“...It’s very strict.”

“It is the city that has been at war with the Mermen for the longest time.”

Is it because the main job of the city is to fight against sea enemies? Bemurchen was very different from typical port cities.

This was because there was not even a dock, let alone an anchored ship.

In addition, the wall was higher and thicker on the side adjacent to the sea rather than on the continental side, and there were many twisted dams and breakwaters in the sea beyond the wall. It is a bonus that the turrets erected in the middle of the embankment are quite threatening.

It was all a preparation for foreign enemies.

“Let’s go in.”

In addition, the interior of the city had to be built in a way to prepare for enemy invasion.

“...The road is really double.”

“Really. “What on earth is down there?”

“Berserk I’m hungry. “Let’s go to a restaurant.”

I looked down the road with soft eyes.

Should we call this digging a waterway or just building a tall building and creating another entrance and road at a two-story height?

However, since there is no water flowing in it to be called a waterway, I think it is closer to the latter. It’s also strange that it’s too narrow and deep to be a road.

“That’s because in rare cases, Mermen come with a tsunami.”

“Are you prepared for flooding?”

“There are other reasons as well.”

“Well... I understand that when the city floods, the Mermen ride on it and kill people, so this is to prevent that, is that correct?”

“I know very well. “That’s right.”

“Water is still flowing. Master, is this also the result of Merman?”

“I think it’s because it rained yesterday.”

Was it something like that? I crossed the upper road, thinking that nothing is created without a reason.

The bridge-shaped path was made of stones, so there was no need to worry about it collapsing. Considering that most cities are made up of dirt roads, it felt a bit cool.

The entire city of Bemurgen is made of stone roads.

“Anyway, let’s go to the restaurant first.”

hmm. Solid feel without rustling. Feeling the unique reassurance of the stone floor, I took a different direction from my companions.

“...See you tomorrow at the Magic Tower right after lunch. “I will also give you an estimate on how long you will stay.”

The Archmage’s voice fell behind me. It was a rule established based on the three cities we visited earlier.

As soon as you enter the city, decide on a date to leave, and if you can’t decide on that day, at least make an appointment to meet in the middle of the day.

At this time, personal schedules are never shared. For example, unless we need to meet to set up a date to investigate traces of the devil or hunt the devil, we never ask or tell anything.

On the surface, it was a pretty good relationship.

“That demon knight! “Get some rest!”

...Except for the Inquisitor who is still stubbornly talking to me after that declaration.

“...Take a rest.”

Deathbringer is not particularly different. I’m getting more discouraged as the days go by... but there’s no sign of them giving up yet.

These guys are truly persistent.

“....”

But I also don’t easily give up on something I’ve made up my mind to do.

I am the one who went all the way to the ending of the Soullike genre just because of the concept. If you persevere, I will not lose. I will never lose.

“let’s go! hungry!”

“yep. “Let’s go.”

I continued through the city in silence.

I can’t believe I’m moving forward in this city for the first time. It was the perfect act to get lost, but it didn’t really matter. If you wander and wander, someday you will find a path.

“Do you know how much this is? yes?!”

Well, now I can see something else before the exit.

Hehe.

I comforted Frederick and confirmed the fight that took place on the main street. There are already several onlookers around, watching.

“Are you saying this knowing how much it is?”

Well, it’s not that I don’t understand the feeling, since the most fun thing is watching the fight with Bul-gyeong... I happened to glance at the restaurant/inn across the street. I want to go there more than watch a fight.

But it must be difficult, right? I don’t know if I’m alone, but Frederick is there too.

“It’s a price that won’t pay even if you kneel down and apologize...!”

Hehe.

“wait.”

I suddenly—or perhaps inevitably—came to watch the fight. The truth-telling remarks that seemed to be drawn continued to pierce my ears.

“after.”

The next thing that came in was a sigh. It seems that the Sland tribe, the opponents of the truth, exhaled. Her brown and pink hair swayed gently.

“Where are you sighing!”

Even taking away the meta reasons, there was enough room to believe it.

Anyway, the other person came forward and tried to show me the evidence even before I asked for proof. Although he turned his clothes over and sighed, “I left my badge behind again,” he said with an annoyed look on his face and asked (to himself) if he could show me the evidence that he was a Meister in the workshop.

Anyway, it didn’t look like acting to me. The location of the workshop I followed gave me a sense of trust as it was located between various blacksmith shops and magic tool shops.

Crucially, he placed a condition that it was enough to just show the gloves without having to give all the equipment. I didn’t ask about the circumstances of obtaining this or the reason why I didn’t know its nature.

In addition, instead of showing the equipment for free, they said they would share the information they found without compensation. At this level, not accepting it would have been a more foolish choice. Even if I lost just one glove, it was a loss worth taking.

“This is the end of the caution. Keep in mind, any damage you incur due to not following the rules will be your responsibility and I will not compensate you.”

So I came here. Meister’s workshop, here, with the smell of oil and metal.

“If you have the advice in your head, you need to wait a moment and get ready. Oh, don’t even touch the paper on the workbench. “Unless you’re curious about how the workshop owner harasses people.”

hmm. I don’t plan on touching or messing with it carelessly, so it’s none of my business what precautions I take, but judging by the smell, it’s a good thing I ate before coming.

I took part of Meister’s suggestion – You didn’t eat lunch? It will take some time to inspect, so why not eat it at the workshop? Oh, should I leave the horse to you? Then there is nothing I can do. ─ said it was a good decision to refuse and praised the judgment made a few tens of minutes ago.

The meister was so obsessive about the food that I thought he might not have eaten it, so I ended up paying a little more to order the meister’s share... but paying a little more is better than eating in a place that smells like oil.

I knew Meister was my way, but I realized how shameless it was and also had a chance to reminisce a little.

Sreuk.

But why did he suddenly take off his clothes?

“What are you doing...”

I was confused when I saw someone taking off his top, but I finally regained my composure when I saw his flat chest.

“Why did you think it was a girl?”

...I can’t deny it because it’s not wrong.

However, the reason I mistook the meister for a woman was not because of her appearance. Since she appeared as a female character in the original, I just thought she would be a girl too.

The main characters I’ve met so far have never deviated from the setting.

“I decided to show you the equipment, so I’ll take a look at it just this once.”

No, so I...

I grumbled inwardly and realized that the more I made excuses, the more ugly they became. It was unfair.

“You take it off too.”

Meanwhile, Meister, who had changed into work clothes (presumably), held out his hand with a calm expression.

It didn’t mean anything, but somehow I sighed.

“Can’t I tear it?”

“Does not matter.”

I handed him the half-palm glove on my left hand and leaned against the wall of the workshop. It was an aside that the Meister’s eyes lit up at my permission.

“Then I won’t hesitate.”

The meister carefully cut the gloves with scissors. Crunchy. The cut piece of cloth was placed in water of unknown origin.

“The glasses I am wearing have a magic that allows me to see the essence of only inanimate objects. “It’s a spell my grandfather casted on me.”

He then created more new pieces and dipped the pieces of cloth into other chemicals. As someone who was not familiar with these things, I had no idea what this was for.

“It has a lot of magic power, so it doesn’t react to common things. “The magic only works if it’s something that hasn’t been discovered before, is listed as rare, or is something I wish for.”

I’m glad you at least gave me an explanation.

I listened to Meister’s stories and watched everything he did. He is now using items to burn or freeze his clothes.

“Among them, your equipment belongs to the first category, even though on the outside it looks like nothing more than clothes made of cloth or leather. “Do you know that?”

“...about half.”

“You don’t really know. Well, I guess that means you granted my request.”

Then suddenly the gloves began to regenerate. When I look for the pieces I tore earlier, they are already gone.

I knew that if it was destroyed, it would begin restoration on its own, but this was the first time I knew that the torn pieces disappeared.

“...Is this why you said it was okay to tear it up? “It’s fascinating.”

Meister was also intrigued. He looked around at the restored gloves and then turned his gaze to me.

“Those too?”

“...If it’s a restoration ability, then yes.”

“Amazing.”

He took off the gloves he was wearing and adjusted his glasses.

“It’s amazing at the same time. “This is not a enchanted item... How is it automatically restored?”

This time it was my turn to be surprised.

The Archmage... didn’t say anything like that. I told you there was a high level magic called automatic restoration.

“...The Great Sage didn’t say that.”

“If it’s not what you heard from the great sage of Bemurchen, forget it. Because no great sage can beat wizards who can see the essence when it comes to item analysis.”

Uh... So, I guess it can be seen as some kind of difference in expertise? Scientists are also divided into biology majors, physics majors, electrical and electronic engineering majors, etc., so when you ask about knowledge outside of their major, they don’t give a good answer.

“So what is the essence you saw?”

“...Well, these glasses aren’t all-purpose. “If it’s not the type of analysis we’ve done in the past, we won’t give you an answer.”

“I didn’t ask about your glasses.”

Anyway, if these are the experts, you should listen to what they have to say.

I focused on listening to what Meister said. It was then that Meister bit his lip slightly.

“...I don’t know how to use magic.”

Huh? That was the answer I couldn’t help but think.