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The streets of Ibouro
seem more like modern Europe than medieval Europe.
The roads are
beautifully paved with earth magic, and water and sewage systems are maintained
using magic tools.
Although horse-drawn
carriages are still the main vehicles, magic vehicles powered by magic tools
were also seen from time to time.
Just as Japan
developed through science and technology, life in this world seems to be
becoming richer through magic tools.
As for tools for
daily life, there are no microwave ovens, but there are magic ovens, and
refrigerators & freezers are becoming more common.
In large cities such
as the Royal Capital, there is a shortage of magical stones to use magic tools,
and I hear that some researchers are trying to farm magical creatures.
“Oh, they sell ice cream, Horacio.” (Nyango)
“Ice cream… what?” (Horacio)
“Ice cream is a mixture of milk that has been cooled and hardened,
you’ll find out when you try it. Uncle, give me two, please.” (Nyango)
“Here you go!” (Vendor)
The evolution of
magic tools has created a refrigerator large enough to be placed on a cart, so
in the summer they do mobile stalls.
Horacio was devouring
the ice cream, which was served on an edible plate similar to a Monaka [T/N:
Stuffed/sandwich wafer with sweets inside], immediately after taking a cautious
bite.
“Yummy! Cold, sweet, yummy!” (Horacio)
Compared to the ones
sold in Japan, the texture on the tongue is not as good, and the vanilla flavor
is lacking.
Still, the milk was
rich and the taste was not bad.
“Horacio, eat my half.” (Nyango)
“Eh, Nyango is paying for it, I would feel bad…” (Horacio)
“No, if I eat all of it, I won’t be able to eat anything else. Help
me eat and enjoy all kinds of food.” (Nyango)
Horacio, an oxkin, is
already as big as an adult apekin, but I, a catkin, am not even eighty centimeters
tall.
If I kept eating all
the food, I would be full before I could enjoy the food stalls, but with
Horacio’s help, I would be able to enjoy many food stall menus.
The food stalls in
Ibouro are similar to those in Japan but somewhat different.
They sell things like
crepes rolled over meat or vegetables, or pasta soup that looks like ramen but
is not, but it has the flavor of a foreign festival.
There was no goldfish
scooping, but there were fish stencils. No target shooting, but there were
blowguns.
“Let’s go with the fire magic tool that’s on display up there.”
(Nyango)
“Well… Nyango, it’s unlikely to fall even if we hit it.”
(Horacio)
At the top of the
three-tiered box is a white-colored stone with a magic circle engraved on it.
In both size and use,
it is what a lighter would be called in Japan.
Five blowgun shots cost
one copper coin, and the magic tool would have cost about two silver coins if
you bought it at a store.
The target is small
and heavy, so even if it hits the target, it only falls over and does not fall
down.
“Nyango, let’s aim for the candy at the bottom.” (Horacio)
“Just go for it. You can’t be a knight if you aim at the candy at
the bottom.” (Nyango)
“What’s the matter, boy, you’ve been asked by the knighthood?
That’s a big deal.” (Stall Owner)
“Yes, today Horacio is in luck. Uncle, don’t cry when your magic
tool falls.” (Nyango)
“Hahahaha, don’t worry, I won’t cry just because of a fire magic
tool.” (Stall Owner)
The middle-aged,
overweight, dogkin uncle burst into laughter his belly shaking.
A few falls a day
would probably be enough to pay for itself.
Blowguns are all
about lung capacity, so there is a big difference in the power of the blowgun
between me and Horacio.
I would pay the
money, but it would be Horacio’s job to actually send the blowguns flying.
Two copper coins and
ten blowguns were used, and three times the darts hit the target.
The grimoire itself
is heavy and even has a cord to hang it around the neck.
Unless it hit one of
the upper corners and fell while spinning, it was unlikely to fall off.
“Nyango, let’s aim for the candy.” (Horacio)
“Don’t give up easily, uncle, one more time.” (Nyango)
“Hahahaha, isn’t that catkin boy better suited to be a
knight?” (Stall Owner)
“If only there was a Knight Order that would be so fond of recruiting a
catkin with the void attribute. Look, Horacio, go for it!” (Nyango)
“Do you really have to have that magic tool?” (Horacio)
“I do. Hurry up!” (Nyango)
I slapped Horacio’s butt,
who is distracted by the candy on the bottom shelf, and made him aim for the magic
tool.
The previous ten were
camouflage if you will.
“Okay, before you aim, take a deep breath… one more time. This
time, take a shallow breath and hold it. Aim!” (Nyango)
“Fuh!” (Horacio)
The blowgun just
grazed the magical tool and fell, hitting the curtain behind it.
“Good, just like that. Calm down and concentrate!” (Nyango)
“Fuh!” (Horacio)
This time, the
blowgun hit the magic tool, but since it hit the underside near the platform,
it only shook a little and didn’t fall over.
“Good, let’s concentrate on the next three. Relax once, take a deep
breath… and go.” (Nyango)
“Fuh!” (Horacio)
This time the blowgun
passed over the magic tool.
“The left and right sides are perfect. Keep it up, relax,
concentrate… and let’s go.” (Nyagon)
“Fuh!” (Horacio)
The blowgun hits the
upper side just in time, and the magic tool tilts.
The magic tool rolled
with a twisting motion as it fell, tumbling off the corner of the box.
“Okay! You did it, Horacio!” (Nyango)
“Oh, it fell, Nyango, it really fell!” (Horacio)
“Oh my… this guy really surprised me. It seems that the boy is
really lucky. Here, take it!” (Stall Owner)
The dogkin uncle
smiled wryly and held out the magic tool to Horacio.
“Yeah… Yes, Nyango. I finally got it.” (Horacio)
“That’s a parting gift from me. Horacio has wind attribute, so it
would be convenient for you to have when you camp for training.” (Nyango)
“Eh… are you sure?” (Horacio)
“Of course. Of course. It’s only three coppers, but it’s a good
one, right, Uncle?” (Nyango)
“Hahaha, it’ll cost you ten times that, boy.” (Stall Owner)
The dogkin uncle is
appealing to the other customers as he holds his new magic tool in his hand.
Horacio’s eyes widen
when he hears the price, though I think he’s adding on it a bit.
“Nyango, I knew it…” (Horacio)
“Horacio, take it. In return, don’t give up, stand up to your
training, and make sure you become a knight.” (Nyango)
“Nyango…Thank you. I will take good care of it and I will surely become
a knight.” (Horacio)
Horacio hung the
magic tool around his neck and smiled shyly.
Well, it’s cheating
that the magic tool fell.
The moment the
blowgun hit it, the air mass that had been on standby pushed the magic tool
down, and in addition, solidified the air behind it at an angle so that it
would roll away.
The magical tool
rolled down without seeming unnatural, just as I had calculated, so I did a
guts pose when it worked.
I felt bad for the
dogkin uncle, but it must have been good publicity because other customers
started aiming at it one after another, thinking that it would fall easily.
I probably couldn’t
have dropped it without cheating, even if I had poured three silver coins into
it.
“Okay, Horacio. Next one, let’s eat that!” (Nyango)
“Black orc skewers… are those real?” (Horacio)
“I don’t know. Maybe we’ll find out when we try it.” (Nyango)
Black orc is like
Japanese black beef.
Each skewer contains
four large pieces of meat, weighing about 100 grams, or two copper coins.
The price, about 200
Japanese yen, seems too low for the real thing.
“Uncle, give me two skewers.” (Nyango)
“Here, they are just freshly grilled. Be careful because it’s
hot.” (Vendor)
I paid four copper
coins and handed one to Horacio.
The cross-section of
the meat is oval, and at first glance, it looks like a filet, but there is no
way I could buy a black orc filet at such a price.
The surface is crispy
and slightly charred, but the inside is juicy and tender.
The rich flavor of
the meat is further enhanced by the salt and blended herbs.
“Yummeow, what is this, yummeow?!” (Nyango)
“Nyango, this is really delicious!” (Horacio)
“Yummeow… black orc, is yummeow! Hey, uncle, which part of the
meat is this?” (Nyango)
“Well, it’s delicious, isn’t it? It is a genuine black orc, but the
part of the meat is a business secret.” (Vendor)
The bearkin uncle
smiled proudly.
It’s probably part of
the meat that would normally be thrown away, but I’m not familiar with cooking
so I don’t know.
“Hmmm… where is this meat from? Well, it tastes good, so it’s okay. Okay, Horacio,
let’s go to the next one.” (Nyango)
“Nyango, where are we going next?” (Horacio)
“Next is the Adventurer’s Guild.” (Nyango)
“Eeeee! Nyango, are you going to become an adventurer?”
(Horacio)
After completing the “Nest Leaving Ceremony,” those who have
been released from the magical power seal can register as adventurers.
Many of those who
become adventurers are confident in their physical strength, and magical power,
it is a profession that is not suitable for me a catkin.
“Come on, let’s go.” (Nyango)
“Wait for a second, Nyango.” (Horacio)
“Come quickly or I’ll leave you.” (Horacio)
I pulled along
Horacio, who seemed to have unfinished business with the black orc grill stall,
and we set out for the Adventurers’ Guild in Ibouro.
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