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The Old Town of Lehm City is left out of development.

It is somewhat shady, composed of narrow and complex ramps and houses near abandoned houses.

Proceeding through that special city that leads outsiders astray, I managed to rely on the information of Cookles to reach the Tart antiques shop in the depths of the old town.

Though I knocked on that front door quickly, I haven't heard back.

The facade is an antique shop. But I was also convinced that there was another business that I knew was going to buy antiques in places like this.

"That's that guy Conne, that's a nasty shop."

Nobody shows up after knocking. So I went into the store on my own.

As expected, there are no customers at the store outlet, not even the owner.

I used to get tired of shopping and traveling and decided to look at things blurry.

Wouldn't it be a bad idea to visit here if you got a rare item that looks like it could sell? No, this is...

In creepy folk art, the lineup ranged from showcased jewelry, rare swords, large and small swords to chandeliers and stylish lamps, all of which in common had one odd digit.

You don't look motivated as an antique shop.

Or do you think that's a good idea if you're lucky enough to come along with an object lover who mistakes the amount for value?

"You don't come to my shop dressed in dirty clothes."

The owner showed up from the entrance after a while.

Then he sees me and reveals an increasingly unmotivated attitude of customer service. Definitely, this is that night escapee.

Nevertheless, this robe is supposed to belong to the cathedral, but would you let it go and say it's filthy......

"Heh heh... you have trouble being judged by your appearance. Mr. Tart, night runner."

Cathuman deliberately dropped his face to avoid being glanced into the hood and looked back at the night escaper.

As Barney informs me, she's a red-haired ponytail, over thirty, do-eyed, mind-blowing woman, something like that.

"You, where did you hear that name... if you ask for a job, get through it..."

Tart suddenly quieted his voice, but with an intimidating attitude that facilitated awesomeness.

Understood, this is definitely not robust.

"That's a slightly different course of business. A man asked me, and I didn't even ask you about your back family business, but he asked me."

The redhead tart went into the counter.

I flipped a silver hourglass, no silver hourglass, and poked my cheek wand at a suspicious guest.

If that hourglass is the maximum response time, we must hurry.

"That's what he said in person that Tart would cooperate if you gave him your name, but to be honest, it's Mayuzuba. Instead, I wonder if giving him a name would just make him look under his feet or make him more suspicious than he needs to be."

He's the opposite of your favorite coucle.

Take on the work of darkness and turn your belly around with your guests. It must be a tough job, being a night runner.

"I mean, who are you referring to... oh, my goodness, let's get this straight! Besides, you know, it's nice to keep yourself in people's stores and keep your hood on, huh?!

Sure, this is a crazy woman.

It would no longer be a devastating personality as an antiques shop. If you say it more to the bystanders, this is a race that shouldn't be allowed to do customer service.

"You, I was told you were someone who could keep your word. You can keep your word, can't you? I don't care who they are."

"What are you talking about? No, of course not! If I was a night runner, a night runner with a light mouth, I wouldn't be in business in the first place!

"Can you swear"

"Ha, you're the first one to swear to make an honest deal!

I see. Looks fine.

I nodded instead of responding and lowered my hood to reveal who I was.

"My name is Electrum Bell, and I'm here with an introduction by Bernie Goliath, the great idiot of the century who stole 20 million gardos"

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Meanwhile, in those days, Patia...

"Shit...... annoying, but good luck! Nshi......"

They were judging the fish for incense making.

I didn't ask him if he said no, and Barney said he was compelled to teach him how to judge.

"Ooh... you're doing it for once, Lord Patty. When you drop your blood, you snap a knife in the back of your gut. There will be a preference as to whether or not to leave this behind."

Obsidian knives are extremely sharp, fish bellies, etc.

A small hand grabbed that black and transparent knife, holding down the ivarnfish and cutting his belly.

He grabbed his gut, chopped it up, pulled it out, put another knife on his blood and scraped it off like I taught him.

"Also, make it stop anymore Bunny...... I can't watch it because it's dangerous......!

"Don't stop me, I know Patia... But no, I want to be a cat, I want to make a patia, I want to make a potato! Oh, Rigiri, I want you to tell me!

She said the tip of the knife was swinging with a pull.

Rick had voyed many times that he didn't want to see such a dangerous sight anymore.

"You'll be a good daughter-in-law, Lord Patty."

"Ooh...... Could it be... how bad is Patia, Bunny?

"Ha-ha-ha, if you wait another ten years, I'm 51, that's kinda hard..."

"Hahahaha! Bunny, it's more than a toy, it's a grandpa!

Kids are sometimes cruel. I know it's the back of the words, but I stabbed him, that's what Bernie said.

"Oh... don't tell me that, Lord Patty, it's not funny"

"Hey Patia, don't look around when you have a blade... Danger, promise..."

"Ugh, okay!

Anyway, that was already, he said, plenty of dangerous cancer.