I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 234

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Chapter 234 – The Creepy Otaku Rides on a Broomstick‘

The meeting with the mysterious guildmaster of the Commerce Guild went surprisingly well and peacefully, but the negotiations that followed broke down. Or rather, it was a problem before that.

We left the reception room with a vague feeling that we would see him again soon and made our way to the west bank of the Nordanan, where Ivan-san’s parents lived. By the way, Lord McKin, who had left his work with Ecla-san, was going back to Lafan first thing in the morning. Of course, Loringen-san, the elf, is also going back to Lafan first thing in the morning. The witch must be very angry with him, but he deserves it.

“Ah, Takifu-san, welcome.”

“Come in, come in, welcome.”

Ivan-san’s parents’ house is old, but it is spacious and relaxing, a cozy place where Ivan-san’s upbringing is evident. Ivan-san’s father, Owen-san, with his beard, and his mother, Millena-san, with her good looks, gave us a warm welcome.

“I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion.”

“It seems that our son owes you a great debt. I have heard about you.”

That day, we were allowed to stay in the guest room. For dinner, we grilled big river fish and sauteed wild vegetables. It was really delicious. We also served baked sweets and alcohol, which was much appreciated.

Let’s see now.

The next day, Ivan-san and his family were going to visit his wife’s parent’s house on the east bank of the river in Nordanan, and they would be gone all morning. His mother, Millena-san, was away at a meeting of the town’s wives, and his father, Owen-san, who runs a water transportation business, had been invited by the commercial and industrial association and was out of town.

We could have gone to Lafan, but at that point, we would have arrived in the middle of Lord McKin and Loringen-san being beaten up by Ecla-san.

Honestly, I wanted to leave after dumping the body at sea, but the Battlecry guys had bought a house and wanted me to visit them.

Louis had also given me a message from Calmon, a former adventurer who had returned to his parent’s house in Lafan, asking me to visit his parent’s house. Besides Calmon himself, I would also like to meet his daughter, Nora-chan.

“Woof.”

Moff, the snow wolf who had been left behind in Sarz but had caught up with us, was also eager to visit Nora-chan.

“We’ll be back at noon, so can you wait a little? If you go out in the neighborhood, just leave the door unlocked.”

Ivan-san’s family reminded me that Myrril and I should stay at the house for half a day. By the way, it’s not uncommon to hear that you can leave the door unlocked in rural areas of Japan, but… Nordanan is a very safe place.

“What should we do now? I heard that there is nothing interesting enough in Nordanan to bother visiting.”

“Well, that’s just fine.”

“Hmm?”

I had something that had been bothering me for a long time.

I had always been curious about the 200,000 rounds of .30 caliber pistol ammunition I had received when I procured the PPSh-41. Most of them were the inexpensive and widely available 7.62x25mm Tokarev rounds, but Simon had a few―though the population was huge, more than a thousand―7.63x25mm Mauser rounds.

Since I had a little extra time on my hands and no urgent business, I wanted to take care of my precious Mauser military. If possible, I would like to test-fire them somewhere.

I immediately pulled out a set and laid them out on the guest room table.

“…Oh, beautiful…”

This was just a test run. I would never use them in combat. I would never use them. Especially the C96 in the wooden box is in too good a condition to even shoot. That is impossible. The shiny, polished, steel-blue shine is so bright you need white gloves to touch it.

And to begin with, it’s a ten-round clip loader, so it’s not realistic to use it at pistol combat distance. Yeah.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve got my favorite gun, and I’d like to do some shooting with it… and I was wondering which one to use.”

“Oh? I was wondering what Yoshua had pulled out in succession. It has an interesting shape.”

The Chinese-made Shanxi Model 17 pistol with 45 ACP specs sitting at the end of the table is not a treasure, strictly speaking, because it’s not in good condition and it’s not in good shape, but I’ll keep quiet about it because it’ll sound like I’m dissing the 45.

“Hmm, those two are real, aren’t they?”

…Huh? Myrril-san points to the C96 in the box and the M712 in the wooden holster that doubles as the gunstock.

“How did you know?”

“Why are you surprised? How can you be a craftsman if you can’t even authenticate a fake?”

I don’t know. Well, the condition is different, and if it’s packed so carefully, it’s obvious… but the Spanish copy isn’t much different from the M712, is it?

“Your three guns have different designs here and there. You can see that they were hastily prepared and modified. In this case, it is here. …This one has different ammunition to begin with, doesn’t it?”

The selector on the right side of the Astra is a retrofit, while the Shanxi Model 17 pistol is the barrel and magazine extension. The use of thicker ammunition has upset the graceful balance characteristic of the Mauser.

“You get the idea. The middle one is a reproduction made by Astra, the same country that made Myrril’s M1911 copy. But it is a country with a certain amount of industrial strength, so the accuracy itself should not be too bad. It is a gem that influenced the original M712 by incorporating a unique rapid-fire mechanism.”

“The Chinese copies are about 45. Aside from the fact that it has been used a lot, the manufacturing itself is crude. The quality of the steel is also poor.”

“It was an industrially backward country back then.”

In a way, even now?

Speaking of which, it is said that Spain’s industrial strength also improved after the war by bringing in German engineers, so I don’t know how Astra was at that time.

“Well, okay. This weapon uses this ammunition.”

“It looks like the PPSh-41, but what’s the difference?”

“The PPSh-41 is basically the same, or rather, the ammunition was taken from a captured Mauser pistol and used in the PPSh-41. However, there are many reckless modifications, such as changing the warhead coating from copper to iron and increasing the energy level by up to 50% to make it a more powerful bullet, so such ammunition cannot be used in the precious and delicate Mauser. It is dangerous and a waste. We have the original 30 caliber Mauser ammunition, so we have no choice but to use it.”

“Hmm. May I take a look at it?”

“By all means. I’ll do the shooting later when there are no people around.”

First, she touched the C96, which was her real weapon of choice, the polished blue steel with a smooth, shiny finish that she fell in love with. I wonder if that finish has been restored in later generations. I can’t use that kind of gun, though.

A gun enthusiast’s dream, the broom handle. Just holding the thin, teardrop-shaped, or perhaps eggplant-drop-shaped, unique grip called a broom handle naturally raises one’s spirits.

“Oh, this is it, this is it. It’s big…or rather, it’s long…”

In many ways, the Mauser Military is more of a small rifle than a handgun. The slender, elongated barrel expresses unparalleled fearlessness and elegance. The contrast with the thick rear, which houses an elaborate motor, is also very pleasing.

“Mmm, this weight, this gloss, this shine is unbearable. I can’t stand it. I had a metal model gun, but it was made of zinc alloy, so the feel and the sound of the gun were a bit soft. The real thing is different…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about half the time… but Yoshua, your eyes are wide open. I’m afraid to look at them.”

I’m sorry, Myrril-san, but you’re being rude. This is the instinct of gun nuts. It’s like a conditioned reflex.

The C96 is out of the question, but I wondered if the M712 could somehow shoot. But considering its age, this one is in good shape. It comes with a 10-round box magazine and a 20-round extended magazine, both of which are rarely used.

“No, I can’t. I’ll put this away for safekeeping.”

“You look more disheveled than I’ve ever seen you.”

“Please leave me alone.”

After playing around with the two regular Mauser rifles with a smile on my face, I finally used the Astra 903 for test firing. This one has three extended magazines with 20 rounds in them. Both the gun and the magazines have been well cared for but are quite used. This is a good gun to shoot.

When the bolt is pulled and secured, only five .30 caliber Mauser rounds are loaded using the clip that came with the gun. It’s not necessary since it’s a detachable box-type magazine, but it’s okay. I had no choice.

I pushed the round into the magazine through the ejection port and pulled the clip out. The first round went into the chamber with a lighter sound than I had expected.

“…O-oh…this is it.”

“Woof?”

Moff, who was lying in the living room, noticed something and approached me. He walked towards us at a steady pace as if trying to get our attention, though he didn’t seem to be in any trouble.

I had a chambered Mauser in my hand, so I lowered the safety lever next to the hammer and put it on the table.

“What’s up, Moff?”

“Woof.”

“Someone’s here to visit. Should I answer it?”

There was a knock at the front door, and a man about my age came out.

“Hey Owen-san, I heard Ivan was home, and I need to ask him a favor.”

I stood in the doorway with Myrril on top of Moff.

“Sorry, Owen-san and the others are out right now. I heard they would be back by noon.”

“I see. Are you a guest here?”

“Yes. My name is Takifu, and I am a merchant who works with Ivan-san in Sarz. This is my wife, Mir, and my snow wolf, Moff.”

“Mir.”

“Woof.”

“Ah, welcome to Nordanan. I’m Ivan’s childhood friend, Roue. I’m a riverboatman for Owen-san.”

If you ask me, he has a slim but well-trained body. His shoulders and arms are very muscular, like a boxer’s body.

“Hmm… but I’m at a loss. There are deer in the forest to the west. I’m in trouble because all the people who can use bows are gone. Ivan is a guard, so I wondered if he could help.”

“A deer? Is it a vermin or something?”

Roue-san laughed and opened her hands.

“It’s a vermin itself. They eat all the bark, branches, and young shoots of the trees and wither them. That alone is a problem, but the worst part is that the ones that showed up were with children, so they seem to be in good spirits…”

A tremendous roar echoed from the west. What is that, a monster?

“The west dock is about to be attacked.”