The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer

Ardiz returned to the royal city of the sunset and exchanged words with the gatekeeper, who was becoming familiar with her face, and went into the city with Cyril.

I wanted to say that my goal was to stay at a bed in an inn, but this time it just doesn't work. It is undoubtedly certain that the humanoid will appear at night. Aldis has confirmed that he can respond without using attack magic after three consecutive days of engagement, but he wants to eliminate the root cause if possible.

The first thing I went to was a sorcerer who had been favoring something since she started working in the royal capital.

"Is there something you want to see for a moment?"

A corner with little traffic away from the main street. Aldis calls out as she opens the door of a shabby and dingy building.

It is a small room that extends beyond the door. The walls are lined with shelves, which are filled with shrines, books, pottery containers, and miscellaneous goods. At first glance, the view gives a mixed impression, but in a sense it was convinced given the owner of this room.

"Why. If anyone thinks Aldis?"

An elderly man sitting at an aged counter looks at Aldis coming in through the door. Many sorcerers think of suspicious witches, but they are actually a fairly profession that uses magic to make various medicines and judge items.

An old man dressed right was also called to Aldis. As long as I put on a good robe, I felt like I could call myself a sage.

It has been four months since Aldis started working in the royal capital. Familiarity If you have been active for such a long time, you will be able to get acquainted with nature, and you can also open a store. There is no sign, but this building is also a shop that sells and buys magic-related items, and is one of Aldis's regular shops.

These sorcerers mix chemicals and sell amulets. Also, items that are usually brought into weapon shops or ordinary firms may sell more expensively if they are carried with magical powers.

But this time, Ardis wasn't here to sell swords from archeological sites.

Magicians often have a deep knowledge of magic and magical items. Such knowledge can be used to identify unknown items. The identification of magical items brought by treasure hunters, and the decursing of cursed items, were important sources of income for the sorcerer.

There are a number of sorcerers who set up shops in the royal capital. Among them, the magician with the best knowledge and skills Aldis knows is the old man in front of him. It was just right to show the sword I got this time.

"Speaking of which, Jean was looking for the Lord? He said he had a job to ask for, but did he meet?"

"No, I haven't seen you here ... I'll show her tomorrow."

Recruiting Jean is the name of a face who works for mercenaries. Aldis, who defeated the three great devils, received a request from him to subdue him from time to time. This is also the personal connection that has been gained in four months.

"Um. I'm afraid that Jean's guy was in trouble. Please lend me a hand if I can .... Well, what is that shaven? Is it your disciple?"

The sorcerer looked at Cyril, who had accompanied Aldis, and said:

"No, I just happen to be working together. I'm not a mercenary."

"That's right. It seems that magic is high for a child, so I think that an eagle is a magician's egg."

"The magical power is high ... is me?"

Kirill suddenly puts his mouth in the words of a magician who never thought of it.

"That's right, buya. You may have the qualities of a master and a magician. Considering the age, the magical power will still grow in the future."

"I'm a magician ..."

He wouldn't have thought that he had any skills as a magician. Suddenly, Cyrill was curled up.

The sorcerer who smiled at Cyril turned his eyes to Aldis and opened his mouth.

"I was thinking of closing the store ... but did you pick up anything interesting?"

"What about a sword attacked by a strange humanoid at night?"

The old man shook his head with Aldy's playful tone.

"... bring in something that seems to be awkward again."

After passing through the owner's response, Aldis receives a sword from Cyril's hand and places it on the counter.

"It's a sword I got from an archeological site in the forest of Caucasus. There's nothing to pull and pull, but at night, several red humanoids appear and attack."

"Hmm ... I'll show you a little bit."

As soon as he heard from Aldis, the sorcerer began to grasp his sword. If you inspect the handle or sheath lightly with a magnifying glass, pull out a little from the sheath. A reddish sword blade is shot through the sharp eyes of the sorcerer.

"Hmm ... this is ... oh, it's like that ..."

The sorcerer sums up his thoughts as he speaks with himself.

"Two silver coins. Six silver coins for more information."

Eventually put the sword back on the counter and offer the amount.

"I don't know just by looking?"

While saying so, Aldis puts six silver coins on the counter.

"I know if it's ordinary"

While answering, the magician pocketed the silver coin.

"It takes a long time, but why wait?"

"Oh, if you have a curse, I want you to curse it."

"I don't need it. Rather, maybe this is cursed."

"Are you cursed?"

Aldis asks a surprise parrot with a parrot.

"Well, I'll explain that later. Sit down for a while."

The sorcerer says, and takes out various small items and places them on the counter. Use them one by one to carefully examine the sword.

Spray reagents, apply amulets, and sometimes magicians use magic to find out the identity of the sword through dozens of tests and confirmations. It resembled the process in which doctors used a combination of interviews and palpations to narrow down the cause and determine the name of the disease.

Eventually, the analysis was over when the sorcerer had told Aldis enough. The sorcerer breathed greatly.

"Well ... it's over, Aldis."

"What? After all, what kind of thing is this guy?"

Immediately, Aldis asks, pointing at the sword above the counter.

"That's right. First, as I said, this is not cursed."

"Then, what are those guys who attack at night?"

"Well, I'm not sorry."

The sorcerer licks the eating Aldis.

"First of all, it was a long time ago, in terms of sword decorations and craftsmanship. It was probably from the Caucasus kingdom, which died two hundred years ago. Look at the pattern here."

The sorcerer shows part of the sheath.

Religion "This pattern seems to have been commonly used for ornaments in the Kingdom of the Caucasus. Probably a blacksmith hit a royal family or church with something hit by a famous blacksmith."

"I don't care about that background."

Aldis says with a grumpy face. The reason he brought his sword here is not to want to hear it.

"Well, young ones are impatient and troubled."

The sorcerer shakes his head, saying sorry.

"Are you talking about a curse? As I said before, the curse is not applied. But I'm sure this sword has a strong sense of clinging."

"If you say strong feelings?"

"It's like suffering, sadness, anger, and a grief for salvation. These strong feelings are looking for a place to go, and they're gathering around with this sword. Not a single person. It's a strong feeling. ''

Aldis, who can't tell the difference between the curse and the remembrance, continues to ask.

"It's ... isn't it a curse?"

"Similar, but different. Curse is certainly a kind of strong remembrance. A potato curse is harmful. If harm is added to a strong remembrance, it will become a curse."

Well, the sorcerer continued explaining.

"Because the sword isn't harmful to others, it's probably just an unsaved soul losing its place."

"I knew it wasn't a curse. The question was how to prevent those guys from appearing at night?"

"That's right ..."

The shopkeeper puts his finger between his brows and thinks for a while.

"Because it's not a curse, it doesn't make sense in the usual way of decursing. It's like a good sword, but why not use it forcibly? But how about? "

When the owner refuses, Aldis leaves Cyril with Cyril. I know what might be the cause of the abnormal human form, but it is not clear how to prevent it, and it does not solve the fundamental problem.

"What's wrong ...? I'm going to have dinner for now."

The night is beginning to spread in the sky of the royal capital. There are many things to think about what to do in the future.

"In any case, hungry and lack of sleep are the enemy of mercenaries. Go, Cyrill."

"Yes, yes."

Kirill hurriedly chased Aldis, who had begun to walk to Seseragi-tei.