Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri

At the market in the city of Orn (Bazaar), the sale of products from the Uld Dewstore has been going well ever since.

"Hey, give me that textile"

"Yes, I'm home!

Risha, the village chief's granddaughter, becomes a billboard daughter and responds diligently.

"Whoa, this tannery... that's a good job"

"I made that, Odysan!

"Bowes like you, take this!? All right, I bought it!

The children of the village also turn to the seller with a naive (Tenshin Lemman) smile.

It is difficult for a newcomer, the Uld Shop, to secure a good place in the market in Orn (Bazaar).

But quality crafts from Urd have rarely gained popularity in this city.

There were reviews of customers from a long time ago, and a few days after we expanded the outdoor store, we were able to get a crowd.

"Hey, Mr. Jii. What is the price of this awesome short knife!?

"Hey, check it out. This spear tip... it's a product I've never seen before..."

In the meantime, the blacksmith products made by Gaton, an old blacksmith of the Mountain Hole clan, also received attention.

"Hmm, that's not for sale. Not even that spear tip."

"Then what about this knife over here?

"You can still use it."

But Gaton, a stubborn craftsman, can hardly shake his head vertically.

The Craftsman Mountain Hole tribe, loved by the "God of Iron and Fire”, is famous for selling only objects that match the power of their opponents.

"Jii from Gaton...... are you willing to sell it to customers?

"Well, I'm not gonna sell it to an amateur"

"Right."

Gaton doesn't bend his beliefs even to my questions.

The customers also know that the Mountain Hole tribe is stubborn, so it won't be trouble but it's the only salvation.

By the way, Gaton had come to the city of Orn with him since his first day.

"By the way, Mr. Jii, is motion sickness healed yet?

"Hmm, I don't like vehicles that move my feet off the earth!

But the people of the earth, the mountain holes, were so weak in their vehicles.

I haven't been in a carriage in a long time. I'm very drunk. I was finally recovering this morning.

It is surprising that the Mountain Hole tribe, which I thought was omnipotent, also had such weaknesses.

I, on the back, also send the goods out of the carriage to refill the display.

"Ah, Dana the Yamato! Chu-su."

In the meantime, I heard a faint voice calling my name.

"What, you?"

"It's not you, it's a rack."

"Oh, you did"

It is the playful-style young man who has spoken out...... his name is Rack.

On the first day, the noble merchant and the young man who caused the "leather troubles” came to the store today.

So far, by the way, it has been the "Everyone's Duty Award” for visiting the store every day since then.

"Leesha, you look cute today"

"There's nothing to praise, Mr. Rack"

"Once again..."

It feels as light as ever and speaks out to Liesha, the billboard daughter.

She was also wary of light racks at first, but became accustomed to being praised every day.

"And it's Rack's Odysan!

"Oh, it's true. You're still here today, you're really free!

"They say" unemployed. "Give me a blah blah blah blah like Ojisan the Rack!

"Chicchi..." You want me to call you "Player," there. Besides, I'm still young, "brother."

Rack was also popular with the children of the village who were sellers at some point.

Conversations continue at the same level as to whether it is lightly in good shape and easy to idle. I was getting along with the kids in no time.

(You're a man with no grasp... but he's a strange one...)

Not very much, but a craftsman who can't imitate me for being clumsy.

Maybe a lighter tone is also a higher technology that keeps them alert.

Any opponent, the type who gets along quickly.

Even this ole is already caught up in the rack's pace.

"Is that it? There's Dana from the Mountain Hole clan today, isn't there?

"Oh. Not that they're gonna sell it to me."

Gaton, an old blacksmith who was down with motion sickness until yesterday. Today is the first time that the product has been lined up, and the rack is the first to see it.

"Heh, which one?"

The rack feels light, glancing at Gaton's blacksmith products, which are lined up.

"Oops... this is..."

It is then.

The color of the rack's eyes only sharpens for a moment.

At the end of that gaze was a "red crystal sculpture”.

Not a bunch of great metal products from the old blacksmith Gaton.

Rack was stunned when he saw a "sculpture” without any change of philosophy that did not interest any of his guests.

(Well... do you realize the value of "it"...)

Nobody else sells notices, Rack's subtle gaze.

I'm the only one who doesn't miss it.

"What's the matter, Rack, you look pale"

"Heh, you know what? I'll always be fine! Great spear ahead, though."

Kara, I'm going to get back to you like everything was fine and nothing happened. It's a brilliant change of heart.

"By the way, Dana the Yamato. Are you free now?

Rack turns the story around so that he doesn't understand his mood.

"We're in business. Do I look free?"

"Sort of... just a little bit..."

I replied with a good look. "But I was just in my spare time now.

Sometimes I don't have a job to do because I'm not suitable for customer service.

"Yamato. We'll take care of this place."

"Yeah, yeah, 'cause it's okay. Go on, brother Yamato!

All the sellers, including Leisha, take care that I'm okay with helping.

He will be careful of himself for the past few days, who has been working all the time without a change.

"... so come about me. Dana the Yamato"

"Where?

"Nice place."

The self-proclaimed Player Rack is an ambiguous (ambiguous) explanation and invites me. Obviously a suspicious invitation to accompany him.

But this man's favor, for some reason, has a strange charm to refuse.

"I asked for the rest, Mr. Riesha"

"Yes, I'll take care of it, Mr. Yamato"

I left the outdoor shop to the village chief's granddaughter, Risha, to follow Rack's invitation.

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Rack takes you down an alley in downtown Orn.

"How far are you going?

"A little more, Dana the Yamato..."

There's no popularity around. It's just me and Rack. As I follow my forward back, I enter more and more unknown back alleys.

Of course I pay attention to the way I came and the sense of direction, but I'm obviously away from the city's central neighborhood.

"Dana, wait a minute here, please"

"Oh. Hurry up."

Rack stops in front of old mansion.

Apparently, this is the place to be. There's someone in this mansion who really wants me to meet him.

"I'm gonna talk to you for a second"

How vigilant and important they are.

Rack goes inside alone to negotiate to get the mansion unsecured.

I'm left alone in the back alley.

(That's an old hall...)

A building of ages, but well built. The Lord here may be a man of considerable standing.

But now it's too big to take care of the mansion. It would be understaffed or financially difficult.

(And the rack guy, that's too late...)

I was waiting for the rack at the back door of the mansion, that's when.

(...... Hmm!?)

Noticed a peripheral anomaly, I put my hand on the knife on my hips.

(Yi... to... Yi... Yi...)

Measure the number of opponents from the kill.

I was in a dark back alley, surrounded by someone at some point.

"Bandit... No, you're a professional assassin"

It was a group of black clothes that were besieging themselves.

Obviously, I've been surrounded by armed groups loaded with killing exercises.