𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟑: 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐱 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲

Walking the Automata through the dungeon took a few hours.

Surprisingly, I managed to reach the city while it was still morning.

Maybe the term “half a day’s walk” is based on the average person’s pace.

Well, either way, I’m glad I got here early.

My sleep schedule is completely messed up, and since I did a job last night, I’m likely to get sleepy after lunch.

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🔹𝘼w𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢 ― 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 “𝙙a𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨” 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨🔹

Without delay, I joined the line at the city gate.

This city is well protected by impressive city walls, befitting of its name.

And, of course, to enter the city, you have to go through the gate.

Others seem to go through some light procedure before entering the city.

. . .In the unlikely event that they use an appraisal stone during this procedure, I might be in trouble.

I’ll observe carefully, and if things seem dangerous, I’ll make a subtle escape.

Pretend to suddenly remember an urgent matter.

And then, in the dead of night, I’ll sneak in by climbing over the city wall.

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I was ready for such a situation, but after the line moved, I noticed that the procedure took place in a pseudo-dungeon area (Automata), and when I monitored it, it seemed that no appraisal stones were used.

Instead, it seems they are paying something like a toll.

That’s a relief.

As for money, I have the spoils from the intruders and the loot from the village.

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In due time, a merchant-looking guy in front of me passed through, and it was my turn.

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“Are you an adventurer? If so, show me your adventurer card.”

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The gatekeeper has mistaken me.

I decided not to become an adventurer, should I change my outfit a bit?

No, that would be troublesome in case of a battle.

I’ll keep it as it is.

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Anyway.

I shake my head to correct his misunderstanding.

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“No, I’m not an adventurer.”

“Huh? Oh, I see. So you’re an aspiring adventurer.

In that case, the toll is one silver coin.”

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I paid one silver coin as told.

I’m using a coin that was displayed as [silver coin] when appraised, so there should be no mistake.

By the way, there are also gold coins and copper coins.

Probably, the value goes up in the order of copper coin → silver coin → gold coin, but I don’t know how many copper coins make a silver coin, nor do I know how valuable a single silver coin is.

It’s urgent to learn common sense.

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“Alright, that’s settled. Sorry to ask, but can you take off your mask and show your face?

We can’t allow any wanted people into the city.”

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. . .I’m not in the mood.

But, it can’t be helped.

I take off my mask and show my face.

The gatekeeper gasps.

You too, huh?

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“May I go now?”

“Y, Yes. You may enter. Welcome to the city of Bordeaux.”

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I put my mask back on and enter the city, ignoring the gatekeeper who has become somewhat suspicious.

Ah, I feel disgusted.

Maybe I should destroy this city too.

Considering the distance from the dungeon, it’s certain that crushing it would be beneficial.

But I don’t want to deploy enough forces to destroy a whole city from the dungeon.

It would greatly reduce the defenses.

I guess I’ll have to be patient for a while.

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And, my face really does stand out, doesn’t it?

The face of a supremely beautiful girl tends to draw attention.

Should I change the design of my Automata from now on?

. . .No, I don’t want to spend more DP on the Automata.

If I have to do that, I’d rather make offerings to the Living Armor-senpai.

But if that’s the case, it was a great decision to kill all the witnesses in Maya Village.

If you’re not caught, it’s not a crime, as they say.

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After successfully infiltrating the city, I wandered around for a while to get a sense of the geography, and then approached a random person.

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“Excuse me.”

“Hmm? What’s up?”

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The person I approached is a young man.

I dislike men more than women, but it seems that men are more likely to know the location of my destination, so I had to choose him.

It was the same with Rick, it’s a drastic measure that I can’t take unless I use my Automata.

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While feeling this unpleasant sensation, I asked the man about my destination.

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“Do you know where I can find a shop that sells slaves?”

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