The Best Assassin, Incarnated into a Different World's Aristocrat

Lesson three: Assassins get artifacts

I'm done shopping all the way to Knights School, and I'll be working, and Dia and Tart will have a night to enjoy sightseeing and prepare for tomorrow.

Use the inn, not Ilg's house.

The inn I took this time was the one I found out about when I worked for the Chamber of Commerce.

If you're going to entertain guests from outside the city, they say there's absolutely no mistake here, and the price is top notch in Murteau.

For that matter, the service is good and, above all, the food is good.

I was excited to entertain Dia.

Finish your meal and enter the room.

Great decor, better cleaned than that and good impression the sheets are crisp.

"The rice we just had, it was delicious! I got excited about a lot of people not even knowing about alcohol. I thought I was used to luxurious food, but I was excited to have so many things I've never eaten!

"Murteau is a port town. Delicious things come together from all over the world. Multeu cuisine, there's not much to it, but it's the fun of the city to enjoy food from all over the world."

In fact, it would be about Murteau to serve dishes using so many kinds of spices and seasonings.

These are things you can't get unless you're in a port town.

"Well, I'm looking forward to sightseeing tomorrow."

"Stay tuned. Never let this city bore its guests."

Cheer up about Dia and tomorrow's tourist plan.

Usually, a tart to join the conversation, but he seemed uncomfortable today.

"... Master Lug, are you glad I even let you have this luxury as a servant? Besides, I'm a little restless. Well, I take care of you all the time, so when you look after me like this from what to what, it creeps me out weird."

The tarts today are not servant clothes, they are stylish. The clothes I bought before I came to this inn.

Though Toa Harde's servant clothes are also cute, Dia and I looked at the clothes that seemed to look great when we wanted to see a tart that was occasionally stylish full of fits.

Sometimes the tart of a beautiful girl was dressed like a lady, turning many men around the city.

"Sometimes the tart has to stretch its wings. If you keep working as a servant every day, you'll catch your breath."

"You can't be tired of me taking care of Master Lug!

"I'm glad you said that, but I think Tart needs time for himself, too.... and I don't see the opportunity to dine with tarts. After all, eating together is more fun"

"Do you enjoy eating dinner with me...... I'm happy.... Damn, you're sweet on Master Lug's kindness today"

The tart worries me by trying too hard.

Sometimes I can't do this. But I need to give it a rest.

"You're jealous watching the two of us. It feels so natural to be together."

"Well, you know, me and Master Rugg have been dating a long time."

The tart is lit.

As always, this kid is vulnerable to this kind of teasing.

Because of that, I have defiled my mouth with the treats I'm eating during the chat, and I haven't noticed that.

How would you react if I wiped her mouth in this place right now?

I took the napkin while I realized I was getting a little naughty hearts.

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The next morning, he told the two of them he was going to act differently again and left.

I'm in disguise on the way.

He dyes his hair black and looks like Ilg Balor with glasses on.

When I walked through the city after being an ilg, I was able to speak one voice after another as soon as possible. I enjoy talking to people I know, but thanks to this I was a little behind schedule.

Coming to the head office of Orna, the cosmetics brand of the Barroll Chamber of Commerce, a destination.

The head office had a store on the ground floor, with a warehouse and office upstairs.

Go in from the back, say hello to the security stuff and go inside.

I went up the stairs and knocked on the office where Marha would be.

"You can come in."

I step inside after I hear Marha reply.

"I'm home, Marha"

"Welcome home, brother Ilg. I've been waiting a long time for my neck to meet Brother Ilg."

Welcoming me with a smile is Marha, an orphan I once picked up and raised and, in the absence of Ilg Barroll, a makeup brand, a talented woman who partitions Orna.

She had a pissy pant look that made her intelligent charm stand out more.

She is fourteen years old, just like Tart, but there is no gap in her standing. I guess it's because I've been in action as a merchant.

"As always, Marha is beautiful"

Tart is cute, Marha is beautiful. It's something I've been thinking about for a long time, but lately that trend has become stronger.

"I'm glad you said it was beautiful. Brother Ilg, don't you want to make that beautiful woman yours? I don't care if you give me your hand at all times."

"Think about it"

Sit back on the couch in the center of the room, laughing bitterly. Unlike Tart, Marha always says these things straight.

After Marha brews the tea, she comes next to me.

Smells like nothing I've ever smelled. Include in your mouth according to your curiosity.

"Interesting tea leaves."

"I bought it from the south, where the new sea route opened up. It's a good balance between sweetness and tannin, and I can relax when I drink it. If you like it, I'll send it to Towaharde too."

"That's good. Please, there have been a lot of projects in Tower Hard lately that concern me. I appreciate this kind of tea."

Exotic tea leaves are a precious product. You can enjoy yourself, but you can also use it to entertain visitors.

Enjoy tea while chatting with Marha and her update.

"I heard you got the example thing, could you just show me the real thing?

"It's because of you. I would have enjoyed the conversation a little more. Wait a minute."

Marha headed to the safe and took it out of the inside.

It is wrapped in an old cloth and feels magical to show that it is special.

When Marha unwrapped it, there was a leather bag dyed in red and blue. Size is just enough to hang it on your hips.

"Is this the artifact?"

"Yeah, it's called a [crane leather bag]. They say it's an artifact, but it didn't seem to have much use for it, so I got it just to pile up some money."

This doesn't look like a weapon no matter what.

Artifacts have a variety of other tools besides weapons, and this is one of them.

"No use? Well, as far as I've heard the explanation beforehand, it seemed like nothing more wonderful, though?

"Sure would be great to just see the features."

With that said, Marha got rid of all the tea tools in that bag.

Teapots, cylinders with tea leaves, cups, cages with tea treats, sugar pots and milk pitchers.

That's not enough, a bunch of partially thick material or even a chair at the end of the sentence.

"By instilling magic, you can have as much more capacity to store as you like. Besides, with all this stuff, it doesn't weigh the same. In terms of distribution, I'd say it's against the rules."

"Right. Merchants from all over the world will want to get whatever it takes."

"... functionally. But I have a fatal flaw. Brother Ilg, think calmly. You think you can buy all that stuff for a range of amounts that I wouldn't affect Orna's management?

Shake your head.

The title of proxy for Orna is huge and the amount of money Marha can operate is enormous.

Still not enough.

"Don't think so. If Valor, for example, pays three times this budget ceiling, I think we can get the original in two years. If it becomes a battle with the Chamber of Commerce of the Valor class, you have no chance of winning."

"Exactly. The fatal drawback of this is, right? That if you don't keep pouring in a lot of magic, it's not going to get a lot of capacity, and this is what happens the minute you stop supplying magic."

In an instant, everything in the bag is smashed.

"... I see this is useless. It's hard to keep constantly pouring magic on top of the fact that you can't use it unless you have magic. Can I borrow it?

"Yeah, go ahead."

Try magic in a bag of crane leather.

Somehow, I can see how much capacity has been inflated by magic.

It would finally be a place where one person with common magic would be releasing a single carriage with full force magic releases.

You can release magic with all your might and it won't last half an hour. I can't stand fatigue rather than magic poking me to the bottom.

If the general magic hold tries to operate this decently, is it about a backpack at best?

Then you should normally carry your backpack.

"Very well. I have no use for it, but it's not convenient."

"Right. As an assassin, I think we can bring weapons in without complaining, and we can reuse them around thieves."

"But I can run this. Let me use it if I can."

With more than a thousand times the magic capacity of an ordinary person, this level of strain is perfectly fine for me.

However, it's tough to keep pouring magic for one person because magic releases themselves are still only about eight times as long as regular people.

In the first place, I'm terribly afraid that the contents can be smashed if it breaks even for a moment. I train to release magic even in my sleep, but it can still happen for a moment or so.

No, wait.

This bag of magic, whoever it is, is available.

Then I might be able to use that.

Remove the foul stone from the pochette.

It is a magical gem for three hundred people who always carry it as a weapon.

On the battlefield, it can be used to erupt this and use it like a bomb, but also to release loosely infiltrated magic.

He poured magic into the foul stone in his hand and kept releasing magic, putting it in a bag of crane leather.

"I knew it. This will not oppress my magic release."

As you can read, the bag of crane leather was slowly absorbing the magic released from the foul stone to increase my capacity.

"How much capacity does this have?

"From what I've seen, it's about half the carriage. This is the output that makes the foul stone last the most. One foul stone for a couple of weeks."

... I was always releasing magic to increase my Magic Capacity and Instant Magic Release.

It's a waste of that magic, so it creates foul stones and keeps filling them with more magic there.

Thanks to this, the warehouse is crammed with bags filled with foul stones.

Of course, all of that is filled with magic to the maximum.

"That's amazing. Wouldn't you be willing to leave it with Orna with a foul stone and a set?

"That would make more money, but it's dismissed. I want to thoroughly examine the artifact. If we find something common to artifacts, it could lead to other artifact measures, or generating artifacts... and purely because this guy is convenient. Make the most of it."

I don't feel half the load of the carriage and the weight of what I put in it.

It would be enough to be used as a weapon, not just as a convenience tool.

A little twisted usage is likely to even count as one of the tickets for the vs. the brave.

"Thanks. Marha, you got me something really good"

"Is it just a word of gratitude?

"Something, do you want?

"Well, I want you to kiss me."

He peeks into my face smiling.

I guess Marha makes fun of me as usual.

"Hehe, if you can't, yeah"

"Oh, okay"

"What, yeah, yeah!