Labyrinth City Mesugaki Pawn Shop

41. Invisible Light (1)

“This, Great Forest, Registration, Request, Address.”

Floren carefully sealed the porginei seeds she received from Einheri and put them in a tube attached to her owl’s ankle.

The historic owl courier service that connects cities to cities is booming today as well.

Of course, it was only light or small enough to fit in the magic backpack attached to the owl’s back, but it was a method that many people used because of the advantage of going straight to the destination regardless of obstacles.

Traveling distance of 300 km in one night alone, some specially trained owls used to travel during the day as well.

′′ Oh, the wildfires in Daesoorim are raging these days. Especially in the west side, because of a series of fires, the owls have to go back, so there may be an additional charge. Would that be okay?”

“Understanding, extra payment. Prepayment. Floren Greenwood.”

“Confirmation complete. Thank you for using our owl express mail, Mr. Floren.”

After paying two more silver coins, Floren stepped out of her post office, and Yerica, who had been waiting for her stretched out, shook her hand.

“Uh ha ha, are you done with your business?”

“Owl mail, delivery, seeds. Complete. Yerica, are you tired?”

“Ah, that’s because I was playing with Terry… I stayed up all night without realizing it.”

“Teckeli-li!”

Terri jumped out of Yerica’s hat and thrust her tentacles forward.

Floren also nodded as if she was saying hello.

“Floren, do you have any plans in the morning? If she’s not there, I’m thinking of going to the pawnshop right away…”

“Schedule, None, Possible.”

“Actually, I’m really looking forward to it now, the current witch’s pawn shop!”

My heart is pounding at the thought of actually seeing what kind of objects they are dealing with, such as ancient magic books that will surprise the world, elaborately crafted mana stones like sacred pieces of the church, or staffs made from the bones of legendary monsters. Distanced

“So… I thought it was a pension street…”

[Pawn Shop ↱ 100M]

There was only one unfriendly information sign at the entrance of Pension Street, which I don’t know when it was put on.

As I groped for it, a store with black blackout curtains appeared.

However, there was a CLOSED sign dangling from the curtain as if it were not open today.

“Was it wrong…?”

Maybe it came too soon. I asked to meet him at lunchtime and he arrived at 11:00.

“Pretends to be there, can be heard inside, there are people.”

Floren’s long ears perked up.

“Then um… Shall we take a quick look?”

If there is someone inside, it must mean that the witch or Einheri is there.

If it’s not both, I have no choice but to quickly apologize and come out.

“Are you there…?”

As Yerica cautiously pushed through her curtains and stepped inside her, the scent of her wood immediately drifted around her nostrils.

Floren, who came in following the heavy, thick, yet refreshing scent unique to cypress trees, unknowingly exclaimed.

“In the middle of the forest, it seems to have entered.”

Yerika nodded in agreement and looked around her.

Tons of items in glass showcases, from full body armor to fancy swords and staffs.

All of them were worthless things, things that could only be bought once in Yerica’s life.

“Oh, unicorn arrowheads, bunches.”

Floren also exclaimed as if she had discovered something.

However, there was something farther away that caught Yerica’s attention.

“Keee!”

Floren turned her head as if she felt the gentle wave of magical energy that spread around with an unknown scream.

“A kid?”

A white-haired girl in a wizard hat stood in front of the counter, holding her cloak in her mouth, screaming at her.

′′ Too, stray cat year! Kieh!”

And at the same time, the magic by the girl’s side was disturbed, and afterimages and noise were scattered around.

Yerika’s eyes widened at the materialized magic that even those who didn’t know what her magic could see.

The level of magical power that was unmatched by normal abilities, but it wasn’t there that surprised Yerica.

It was in the afterimages and sounds of magical power.

[Einheri…Oh…My one and only…]

A disjointed voice, and-

“Kiyaaa!”

There was a cow in front of Einheri.

A scene where a strange woman who seems too heavy to move is leaving a kiss on Einheri’s forehead.

“Keee!”

“Kiyaaa!”

“Terry-it!”

Hearing the screams of two people and a dog echoing through the pawnshop, Floren sighed quietly.

**********

“Uh… What happened?”

Upon returning to the pawnshop, we met Yan and Yerika lying on the cold floor with bubbles on the floor, and…

“Why are you doing that again…?”

“Terry…It…”

It was tequili-li.

I looked at Floren, who stood quietly to one side of her, but she just shook her head from side to side and didn’t give her an answer.

Everyone didn’t drink the medicine as a group, and when they didn’t know why, Floren came over and put her index finger on her forehead.

Refreshing grassy smell.

I just pressed her index finger and smiled incomprehensibly.

Yan jumped up from the ground and clenched his teeth.

“Einheri… Our anniversary is canceled today…”

“Yes?”

No, they said it was a holiday! Once you finish one task, you’re off work!

It’s not even a joke!

“It’s such a crappy subject… Every time I send it out, it strangely seems to come with a little more sweetness…”

Yan snapped his finger, and the mop and duster in the corner flew right into my arms.

“I have to quietly clean my house as a part-time job.

“No, it doesn’t really matter, but I’m at lunchtime right now?”

“Then take care of yourself in the kitchen! If you’re a scumbag, you might as well drink cold soup like a crap! No, don’t eat that either! Don’t eat, work! It’s worth 100 silver coins!”

For some reason, Yan was very nervous.

“Sacred Pockets… Destructive… Alternatives needed…”

Yan, who lifted the fallen Yerica up with magic, said ‘I can’t help it, this is a temporary alliance only this time!’

I couldn’t leave the store carelessly, so I was left alone with Floren at the pawnshop.

“Hmm… Something is messed up. We were all going to have lunch together… But what is this?”

“A while ago, the witch’s mana was scattered, and she was correcting it. The magic spilled.”

“Magic power?”

Are you saying the magic failed?

But there was no way Yan could fail the magic, not even a monkey falling from a tree.

“Video magic, Einheri’s face, coming out exactly, magical afterimage, navy blue hair, woman, Einheri’s forehead, kiss.”

“Ah.”

Could it be that you were watching the meeting with the saintess through magic? Talk too?

Maybe that means that she heard all the stories about her and the saintess.

“Grumble…”

That was a headache in its own way.

Unlike me, who was engulfed in trouble, Floren began wandering around her pawn shop as if it were a novelty.

Her main focus was on the bow and arrow. She looked at the bundle of arrows from the unicorn horn that she had previously paid attention to.

It was just a black stone a little bigger than her fist. It wasn’t even that important, it wasn’t even covered with a glass case.

The items in the case were high-grade valuables that Yan had to take out himself, and the items exposed to the outside were of the lower-middle class that could be touched and checked.

Of course, even for lower middle class, it was in units of silver.

Floren seemed familiar with the stone in her hand. She rolled it out of her hand a few times and then she put it down again.

The marked price was only 1 silver coin, and I thought it might be the lowest price in the silver price range among pawnshop items.

“It’s been a while, I’ve seen you many times before.”

“To me, it looks just like a black stone…”

I wondered if it was an item without a name tag, or something just laid out to fill the space, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

“By the Great Forest, Dwarf City, Johahim, often seen.”

“Then is this a precious mineral?”

“Common, Johahim, Dwarves, mostly discarded, but alchemists, bought a lot.”

Throw away the dwarves known as blacksmith craftsmen and pick up the money-obsessed alchemists…?

“Alchemist, a few years ago, bulk purchases, on-site spring,

Bastards crazy enough to spread pervitin on snacks and sell them?

“Dwarves, superstition, this stone, when it comes out, silver mine, cut off, really, hate it.”

The fact that the dwarves hate it so much is that it is a really useless ore, but even so, the actions of the alchemists were very suspicious.

There was only one way to solve such a question.

I held the ore in my hand and stared at it.

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[Pitch Blend]

-Uraninite mined in Johahim, the base of the Dwarves, is called bituminous uranium in other words. When purified and put into glass, it has a yellow or green color. Emits green fluorescent light when exposed to ultraviolet light.

– The content of uranium octoxide is very high. (Current content: 74.5031243%….. 74.5031242%….)

– Since it continuously collapses and emits radon gas, careful attention is required.

“Aagh!”

Kung!

Throwing away the ore he was holding, he stepped back.

“F, Floren, go a little further back. More, more, one more step.”

“Einheri?”

Floren’s expression was the question itself, and action had to be done before explanation.

“No, I’ve definitely seen a box made of lead… Where is it!”

As I poked around and under the counter, the thing I was looking for popped up.

The part connecting the lid and the lower part was broken, so I could hear it as it was, but it’s still better than nothing.

Carefully, as if capturing a wild animal, he approached the pitch blend, gently rolled it with the lid, put it in the box, and immediately closed it.

I wanted to weld it as is, but it wasn’t mine, so I picked it up and put it in the corner of the pawnshop.

It was something that should be explained and disposed of as soon as Jan returns.

“Never- don’t go near there.”

“Doubts, he had a lot when he was young.”

Could it be that the elf’s long ears and longevity were mutations caused by radiation mutations?

“I, if I get close to that, I will never live up to my name.”

It was more dangerous than a sharp spear or knife held in the hands of a child.

A spear knife only hurts the opponent, but that one hurts even the person holding it.

Moreover, even the collapse seen in real time, it was never an item worth leaving at a pawn shop.

A pawnshop is not a radioactive waste disposal site.

What was even more worrisome was the actions of the alchemists.

Why did they buy such crazy radioactive lumps in large quantities? I don’t know where they were used, but the end could never be good.

“Only I know the outcome of radioactivity…!”

All safety rules are written in blood, especially when it comes to being called the invisible bullet.

Risk no one knows.

I didn’t even know it might have been happening before.

“Floren, do you know when you first saw that mineral? No, what did the alchemists buy?”

After tilting his head for a moment and counting his fingers, Floren held out his hands.

“Ten years?”

“These b*tches.”

It seemed that the alchemists were going to have a big accident.

**********

After sending Einheri away, Rusalka frowned and changed her clothes.

Normally, she would just wear comfortable clothes, but since she was going to a public gathering, she had to dress appropriately.

The nuns who brought her saint’s robes slowly began to change Rusalka’s clothes.

A strange atmosphere was created when the dust-free, pure white saint’s clothes contrasted with Rusalka’s navy blue hair.

As soon as a veil was put on her head, she looked like a bride in May.

“Ha… I really don’t want to go. What is the money?”

This event, in which Rusalka participated as a saintess, was none other than a large-scale event of the Alchemist Guild.

Normally, it would have been a simple event that would have ended with just sending an attendant and a wreath, but her stance was a bit like ignoring the invitation sent with the huge amount of money she had foreseen.

“The eating and running controversy is a bit… Isn’t it?”

It was all the more so because honesty and trust are the lifeblood of a job.

Of course, there was nothing I couldn’t do, but there was no reason for me to do such a disrespectful thing to those who stabbed me so much in donations.

You don’t need money to believe in God, but people who believe in God need money to live.

“Rafi, what was the name of the event?”

“First of all, the pamphlet officially says the 71st Alchemist Guild International Exhibition, but the subtitle is a bit strange…”

“Is that strange? What?”

To the extent that Raffy, who doesn’t express himself, is strange, what was it used for?

Rusalka accepted the pamphlet Raffy gave her.

And what is written there…

[Shock! The wise man’s stone is the crab! A reversal of minerals that ignored both the dwarves and the Mage Tower? A new substance that shocked both saints and witches and made even the master of the mage faint! This is the one the Empire wishes to sell…?]

“…?”

A hook caught on Rusalka’s head.