48 Lesson 48

When the two of them finished their report, the man they had returned with was called to come nearby and was to be heard. I left the room with the Ataru saying that I would have had enough of them sideways explaining to Fralia, even though I was so grumpy about the tension.

And they headed to the reception with Taylor, who was waiting to finish the conversation, to report completion of the request. As the woman at the reception was the same as last time, it is immediately conveyed that it concerns the request of the golem.

"Yes, then let me check the nucleus that Atal and Caro have been collecting"

The lady at the reception urges me to arrange the nucleus of the golem that I removed from the magic back on the counter.

"This is it!

They all came out one after the other without a scratch, and were of such good quality that at first sight we could see that they were nicely removed from the golem. Normally, demonic nuclei are often scratched from a variety of causes, from which they are rarely processed, such as polishing.

"No scratches, it's a beautiful thing...... brilliant"

Ever since she started working as a guild receptionist, she has never seen anything more finished. I look at the nucleus of the demon inadvertently as I can see it.

"Wow, my dad would love this!

Taylor, who saw it on the table as he peered in, was equally surprised and heartily pleased.

"That's all I have for now. I'm still accepting requests, so I thought I'd just make a few reports for now."

With no apparent concern for the reaction of Taylor and the woman at the reception, Atal makes sure the receptionist has finished counting the numbers, leaving them in the bag with a tight fit.

"Hey! Enough is enough, there's no one I can bring more than you guys, right?

Taylor tries to stop that move like he panicked, but Atal still ignores it and does everything.

"I'd love to, but I still have a deadline for my request. Maybe the one that buys up the market stuff and brings it to you, right?

Atal tells me he wants to be mindful, and Taylor, who wasn't thinking about the possibility, accidentally shuts up.

"Right. I don't think there are any other parties that can offer so much quality and quantity, but it's possible, and this time we're setting a deadline."

"And that's why you tell your father to wait a bit too...... I need to be more prepared than that. Caro, let's go."

Confirming that Taylor nodded to be pushed to momentum, Atar leaves the guild with Caro in a slight hurry.

When I go outside, I travel early enough as I speak to Caro next door.

"Caro, I'm going to go buy some recovery pills or something. Perhaps that one in the Golem should be a massive request, so I might not be able to heal him if he's not around."

Caro goes next door on a small run, nodding over and over again, feeling the meaning put into the words, as the other adventurers leave him in the atar wanting to hold off on the good stuff before they come to buy it.

That's how when he enters the alchemist's shop, where he deals with magic drugs, Atar quickly locates the merchandise shelves. Caro also looked a little intrigued because there were so many unfamiliar things to see.

"Three at a time would be enough... sorry, I'd like to have this"

The old lady of the store owner responds when a total of six restorative drugs are placed on the counter by the atar from the product shelf. Then the shopkeeper looked at what he had brought and opened his eyes a little unexpectedly.

"Hmm, how did you get this in some of them?

Atal didn't bring what was on display from the edge, among them a vial of restorative medicine in the form of a toothpick, as if he had chosen.

"... the others saw a slight deterioration. I also think the healing effect is a little lower compared to the six I brought. That's why."

The shopkeeper is surprised at the exact Atal pointer after a little silence. But I didn't feel any disgust or anything at all from the store owner, and I rather laughed at the garlic.

"You... you seem to have good eyes. I do keep something good and not on that shelf over there with me. Well, even if it's ineffective, it's only a little bit like you said, and I hope it explains that there's a slight difference in the amount of recovery."

That's what I said. Her expression was no evil. Probably put out a little prank for not having a customer to look at and buy that properly.

"I see. Well, don't worry, we won't say anything else either."

"Hihihihi, yeah. It's not a good idea for you to just shut up, so let me put this on you."

Without looking particularly concerned, when Atal puts the price of the recovery pill on the shelf on the tray, the store owner puts two vials of different colour than the recovery pill, like in exchange, on the counter all the time.

"This is a medium ranked healing pill."

As Atal said, who watched it closely, what the store owner put down was more of a one-ranked amount of recovery than the recovery pills Atal bought.

"Do you know what I mean? That's a good eye for you, but you better not know much about it. It's not like they're not gonna come out looking to use that power."

The store owner gives advice on things like old age. The shopkeeper was pleased with the presence of Ataru, as few customers had firmly sorted and purchased the potions on the shelves since setting up the store here. I was rather fond of the clarity of the claws.

"Well, then, let's just say you're thankful. If you need anything else, let me... and maybe in a few moments more customers will push for recovery pills. It is recommended to keep the inventory slightly higher"

Atal left the store owner some advice to thank him for the recovery pills, considering the shortage of recovery pills that might occur next time.

"Thanks! I'll talk to you if there's anything you need with your pills!

Slightly louder the shopkeeper spoke to Atar as he tried to leave the store immediately. After that, the shopkeeper seemed to have begun to snuggle up on the recovery pills based on Atal's advice.

"Well, do you have anything else you need?

After walking away from the store for a while, Caro, who was told the story, often thinks about it.

"... I think we'll be fine for now. Master Atal won't need to take care of his weapon, and I fought the Golem better, but the state of the sword can be retained, so no problem."

Atal nods, as he was convinced, to Caro's answer, which he clearly told.

"Then is there enough to keep the food extra? I don't think it's a bad idea to take a stroll around the city that you couldn't do at first, because I don't think you'll get a request right away."

"Ha!"

Caro, who nodded vigorously, had rarely gone out to a distant city before, so when he had just come to this city inside, he nodded wanting to look around a lot. I completely forgot that Taylor was going to talk to me right away and take the request, but the fact that it would come true makes me smile like I'm just saying I'm sincerely happy to look up at Atal.

As the time slot was past noon, Atal and Caro strolled freely through the city after lunch as they bought and ate. Compared to the first city, the city looked like it had a lot of merchants.

"Something interesting about the characteristics of every city."

"Right. The city also sees beasts flying, and there doesn't seem to be much discrimination or distinction based on race."

As the saying goes, there were many races, not just people, that crossed the city. And everywhere I looked, people of all races spoke with great pleasure, and the floating expression was a city full of smiles and an overall bright atmosphere.

I was anxious when I heard that territorial management wasn't working, but it came from how the city was that Geisel was still working so hard.

"This kind of city isn't bad either..."

Caro was smiling and nodding as Atal said pompous looking at the city.

When the two of them had relaxed interactions that way reached near the Adventurer's Guild, I could see people getting together and making noise.

"You moved faster than I thought."

"Yes......"

The two expressions that I immediately felt were about the battle with the golems waiting ahead had turned into something serious.