The fort city E-Rantel had three walls, and the space between them had their own specialities.
ăThe outermost space was used for the Kingdomâs garrison, and had equipment prepared, and there was quite a distance between that and the city walls. In addition, there was stone pavement, allowing for fast travelling.
ăThe innermost section handled administrative stuff. And provisions were stored here, making this the most heavily guarded districts.
ăThe remaining middle section was the section with various things for everyone. This section would best fit the image that came up when you heard the word âcityâ.
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ăThe squares with open air were filled with the particular noon air and people shouting in healthy loud voices were stopped.
ăAged men were talking to merchants while searching for good food, and the men were attracted to the smell of roasted meat, and others were threading meat on skewers. Various vegetables, and food that had finished cooking. Stuff like that mixed together, and the air held their scents.
ăWhile looking left and right in that atmosphere, Momon walked along the squared paved with stone. Occasionally he would stop the shouts of the children asking him to buy stuff. While refusing by lightly waving his hand, he pushed apart the crowd, and never hit anyone.
ăThose footsteps were not lost. Momon went towards the inn he was informed off.
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ăHe had already left the square and the open air was cut off.
ăFrom there onwards was the district with lots of shops.
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ăMomon passed through. The remains of ruts had puddles in them, and they reflected the light of the sun. His speed was quite bad, but when compared to the congestion of earlier this was much easier to walk in.
ăThis was mostly due to the lack of people.
ăIt was true that there were people entering and leaving the shops. Right in front of him were an old man with a horse carrying goods discussing with a man who was probably a shopkeeper. And if he looked to the side he would see various artisans wearing aprons carrying luggage.
ăHowever those were quite sparse. You cannot find shops with those types of people from where Momon is.
ăNaturally this was different from the regular shops or restaurants. And then there were differences in time slots.
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ăNone of those signboards that had what Momon was looking for, instead he was looking for a signboard which he had memorised.
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ăFinding his targeted signboard, Momonâs legs became faster.
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ăWhile removing the dirt from his leather boots, he climbed up the stairs to the second floor, Momon then pushed open the western door with his two hands.
ăThe skylight was the only source of light so the inside was dark, and humans who were used to the light outside would find themselves in pitch darkness.
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ăThe room was larger than he had thought, about 15 metres wide and 20 metres long.
ăThe first floor was a bar. In the middle was a counter. Behind it was about two rows of shelves, where several beer bottles were placed. In addition, if one opened the door, there would probably be a kitchen behind. Several tables dotted the place with chairs placed on top, implying that this was not working hours.
ăIn the corner of the bar curved, and there were stairs leading up. From what Ishpen said, the second and third floors were rooms.
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ăIn the middle of the room, one man stared openly at Momon.
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ăIn his hands was a mop which he was using to wipe the floor. His thick arms were covered in scars that were from beasts or swords.
ăHis head was completely shaved, not a strand of hair remaining.
ăHis face was tough and held features like that of a beast. And his face had multiple scars
ăHe looked more like a mercenary than a store owner, no matter how you look at it.
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âWe arenât serving any alcohol.â
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ăA hoarse voice which reminded one of a cracked bell spoke towards Momon.
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âI would like you to give me a room. This place has been recommended by the Guild receptionist.â
ââŚâŚAn adventurerâŚâŚAn unknown face, and the Guildâs Nee-chan recommended. A novice.â
âIt is soâ.
âA shared room is five coppers per day.â The owner bluntly said. âMeals are oatmeal and vegetables. If you want meat, then one more copper. Mah, there might be bread instead of oatmeal.â
âIf possible may I have a single room?â
ââŚâŚThis town has three inns for adventurers. Mine is the worst. Do you understand why the person at the Guild recommended this place?â
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ăIn front of the curious Momon, the ownerâs shoulders moved to a dangerous angle.
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âThink a little! Or is your age useless!â
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ăIn front of a voice with rage that would make the stomach churn, Momon did not break his peaceful expression. It was a face that an adult would make when faced with a childâs temper.
ăHou, the owner breathed a sigh of slight astonishment.
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ââŚâŚYouâve got good nervesâŚâŚThe reason why she introduced this place to you, is because most people here are F or E Class adventurers. If you meet people of the same class, you can form a party with them. My place is great for finding suitable people for your party.â
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ăThe ownerâs eyes moved.
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âI donât mind giving you a single room, but without contact you canât make friends. The point of large rooms are for people like you. You sell your face there. Iâll ask one last time, shared or single, which one?â
âThen a shared room please?â
âAh.â
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ăIt was natural. The owner did not say anything to Momon who replied immediately, but nodded in a way that suggested that he understood.
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âThen pay upfront.â
âYes.â
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ăMomon casually reached into his chest, took out a pouch, and took out five copper coins. And he walked into the middle of the shop, and dropped them into the open hand of the owner.
ăWithout counting the number of copper coins in his hand, the owner dropped them into his trouser pockets. And then he walked into the middle of the shop, and took out one key from the counter.
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âClimb the stairs, first room on the right. Put your luggage inside the chest connected to your bed. This is the key.â
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ăHe handed Momon the key.
ăMomon caught the small key that drew a parabola in the air without any problems in the dark room.
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âI think you understand without saying, but donât go close to the other chests. Even a misunderstanding will be terrible. I donât care to stop your fights. Your arm might break. Mah, you want to sell your face so you know, you probably wonât be killed.â
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ăWhen the owner finished talking, his back turned to face Momon. There Momon called to stop him.
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âCould you possibly wait for me?â
âAn?â
âEtto, I heard that if I went to the inn and asked the owner, the basic adventuring tools would be given to me. There is a high chance of not using them in this job, but it will be necessary in future.â
âYou already have a request?â
âYes, a porter.â
âHou.â The owner looked closely at Momonâs body. His head tilted like he did not really understand. âMah, I donât believe the tests of the Guild to be wrong, but can you be a porter with such a body? âŚâŚMah, fine.â
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ăHis eyes glanced over the sack Momon was carrying, and then to his clothes. His atmosphere was slightly different from a person that was going to criticise him.
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ââŚâŚThe first thing is to buy clothes that adventurers need. If the shoes donât work then sores can appear, so you canât use them so put them aside. Then leather pants, leather shirts, and a set of gloves. Buy these for the future. There should be a little slack. They might stop an unexpected sword or fang. Iâve seen many guys who had their lives savedâŚâŚThis set is about five coppers. Mah, your current clothes look fine, so save those for later.
So the first thing should be a mantle.â
âA mantle?â
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ăThe owner was about to voice his surprise to the curious Momon and opened his mouth slightly. However, he closed his mouth like he understood anything.
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âWhat, from which village did you come from?â
âYou really know your stuff.â
âAh, there are no travellers that donât know the importance of a mantle. Then a guy who doesnâ travel. Then a guy with a figure like yours should be from a village.â
âAbsolutely correct.â
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ăInstantly, the owner made a face like he was thought of as an idiot, but understanding that Momon did not have a hidden meaning behind it and his shoulders dropped. He then waved his head several times to drain the feeling.
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âMah fine. Mantles are, when you lie on the ground it steals heat. This thing simply steals your energy. Even if that is avoided itâs better to be used as a bedroll.But there is a price, itâs heavy and so I donât recommend it on your first porter job. So substitute it with a cloak. Andâ The owner continued. âMantles can be used as cover from the rain. Heat will be stolen from your body when you get wet. So buy it to avoid that.â
âHow much is it?â
âThree silvers. Later there is silverware but mah, itâs convenient but if thereâs one crockery then itâs enough. Anyway, if youâre a porter then itâs like that. Later the weapons and stuff are not with me, but go ask the guy selling them.â
âThen one mantle please.â
âAh, I hand it over during dinner. Prepare the money by then.â
âUnderstood.â
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ăThe owner waved his hands, and entered the middle of the store with the mop in one hand.
ăMomon watched his back, and when his figure disappeared completely, he climbed the stairs.
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ăWhen he climbed, there were several windows open to let the light in, and it was completely different from the first floor. Momon gripped the doorknob right next to him and turned.
ăThe door creaked as it opened.
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ăInside were eight shabby beds made of wood. Since the window was open, the outside air and light entered.
ăThe frame was made of wood, and on top was a thin layer of straw. In place of a mattress was straw, and so to prevent bugs, it should be thrown away after usage. Because wheat was the staple here, acquiring straw should not be that difficult.
ăAnd on top of the straw were sheets. Rather than white, they were dirtied and were a grayish colour. Momon brushed his hand against it. It was a rough feeling. It was probably hemp.
ăSeveral strands of straw fell onto the floor.
ăInside the room of eight beds, six chests were shut tight.
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ăMomon went towards a chest with its lid open. Mah, it was beautiful. You would not believe that there were insects living in it.
ăMomon took of his shoes and climbed onto the bed. The bed creaked under his weight and he could feel the hard surface of wood through the thin layer of straw.
ăEven if you wanted to praise it, it was not a good bed. If he slept here, his body would be sore the next day. The soft beds of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick was greatly missed. But it cannot be helped. This had to be done.
ăMomon casually took out a ring from his bag, and wore it on top of his hemp gloves. Without closing his bag, he placed it on top of his chest.
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ăThen, a faint sound was heard through the door.
ăThen there was an indication of the stairs being climbed. Numbered one. The humanâs size was large.
ăMomon put himself on guard. His sense of caution was raised. While thinking this was unacceptable, he focused his attention on the door.
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ăThe door squeaked while opening.
ăStanding there was a woman. She could not be older than 20. Her red hair was cut short for ease of movement. Even if you wanted to look at it favourably, it was not evenly cut. It looked like a birdâs nest.
ăHer face was not bad, but her eyes were sharp, and he felt that not even a shred of makeup was applied.
ăIn one hand was a wooden pail.
ăThe leather armour she was wearing had a thin strap of metal attached, a thumbtack was hammered to it. Because she had no money or because it would not hamper her movement, a large iron place was stuck. A sword hung from her waist.
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ăThat woman thought that no one was around, and noticing Momon her eyes widened slightly.
ăBut that was the end of it. Without talking or observing, she walked straight into the room towards one of the beds.
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ăThe smell of sweat and her body odour mixed, and the particular smell made its way even to where Momon was sleeping.
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ăThe woman dropped her waist onto what was probably her own bed. A loud thump was made as the bed raised a voice in protest.
ăIgnoring it, she unfastened the armour strap at her side, and removed her armour. Letting it down quietly onto the floor, she casually stripped off her hemp clothes. Being very cramp, her well rounded breasts were crushed.
ăMomon was watching and she probably noticed, but she continued to remove them.
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ăIf one evaluated the half-naked womanâs body, rather than a woman she was a warrior.
ăWhile there was a bit of fat under the skin, most was muscle. Her abdominals were completely split into six.
ăBecause she had probably trained her chest, a large volume hanged downwards, and thrust forward strongly. It was about there, so the woman felt it.
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ăIgnoring Momonâs gaze, the half-naked woman took out a bag and a bottle from her luggage.
ăHer body was covered in bruises, and looked like she was made out of them. There were many scratches and bruises. She took out a moist towel from the wooden bucket, and began wiping her body with it.
ăHer chest seemed quite soft and shook.
ăWhile Momon was aimlessly watching, the woman who had finished wiping then opened the bottle.
ăWhen she opened it, the smell from the inside painted the air.
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ăMomon had a face of disgust at the strong smell. It was probably the smell of crushed herbs, and the strength of it stung oneâs nose, and make tears well up.
ăThe woman lifted out a green viscous fluid from the bottle, she covered her bruised body with it.
ăMomon had a worse face on.
ăThe woman did not notice it, or maybe she ignored it. She then began to apply a bandage to it.
ăMomon made a completely disgusted face, pinching his nose, and watched the woman. The hands of the woman stopped once she finished applying first-aid.
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âExcuse meâ-â
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ăThe woman turned to face Momon. And her full chest shook with a considerable volume.
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âSo you saw something good?â
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ăThe woman thrust her naked chest while smiling.
ăHer smile was like that of a predator. If he said something weird, he could easily predict what would happen afterwards. And he understood that it was not something he would enjoy.
ăMomon was food in front of the predator.
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ăNaturally, the only one thinking that was the woman in front of him.
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ăEven if she thrust out her chest, if Momon were to be honest he would be troubled. He did not have much interest, and she was telling him to compare. But he did not think that there was much difference.
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âIt stinks.â
ââŚâŚEh?â
âItâs probably medicine but it stinks. My nose stings.â
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ăWhile being bewildered at Momonâs reaction being different from what she expected, she exposed her face through the gap. Without looking at her, Momon reached into his bag and drew out a potion.
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âHere.â
âWhatâŚâŚIs that?â
âDrink this, and then please wash the smell off with water?â
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ăHe placed the red bottle of potion of the bed near him, and turned his back to the woman and lied down.
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ăThe womanâs anger had vanished and so while being amazed, she examined the potion. Her adventurer knowledge of was not much, but even in her experience, she had never seen this before.
ăA fleeting thought of poison crossed her mind, but poison is also quite expensive. She could not think of any reason to do so here.
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ăThe man would profit by her drinking this. What would happen afterwards was unclear.
ăShe removed the seal, and picked it up and smelled it. There was a citric smell.
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ăShe stuffed her finger inside and swirled it, causing the liquid to be stuck to her finger. She then put it to her mouth.
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âOh, itâs unexpectedly delicious?â
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ăA citric taste filled her mouth. Her tongue was entranced by all the flavours. The woman glanced at the man, placed her hand on her hip and drank everything in one gulp. When everything was in her stomach, she became surprised.
ăInstantly, she felt the wounds on her body heat up. And she became really surprised in the next moment.
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ăThe bruises she had until earlier completely disappeared. Even the scratches that felt hot, and the sprains as well.
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ăThe pain of her body completely disappeared.
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âIs thisâŚâŚA healing potion?â
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ăShe knew about magic potions that instantly healed a person. But what she knew was only the name and effect. As knowing how to handle money was not required by adventurers, she had neither used nor thought about it. What the heck was that man who would simply give such a thing?
ăWhile the woman was bewildered, she was lost as to whether to speak to the man. However, when she saw the back of the man and felt that it had become an impenetrable wall, she closed her mouth.
ăShe had thought that she needed to rest to let her body heal, but fortunately she could move immediately. Anyway she should do as this man said and wash off the smell of medicine. If she did not, the man might get angry at her.
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ăWhile imagining what would happen if she angered him, she shivered.
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âIâll go wash my body.â
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ăWith a voice that would not anger him, she took out a towel from her chest, along with other things that she needed for changing.
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âFu~â
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ăThe woman breathed a sigh of relief when she left the room. While thinking why would a man that would willingly give out potions be in the worst class inn.
ăHanging a guild card that proved that one was a guild member should be the norm in the bar. However, there were many adventurers that hung their card while in their room to identify the strong ones.
ăThe man earlier did not hang it. And so his rank was unclear.
ăA human that would willingly give away that sort of potion. At least D Rank, no, maybe even C Rank. Would a B Rank even be living in this sort of place?
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âWhy, am I sharing a room with that guy?â
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ăWhile rank was not everything, sharing a room with a person that was a higher rank that herself weighed on her.