Magical Tool Master Dahlia Never Compromises ~ Starting Today: Life as a Freelancer ~

"Well, I don't need it. I'm used to the poison in the food, and I also wear anklets."

He said it lightly, but the subject was actually quite terrifying.

Dahlia realized once again that the man in front of her was truly a nobleman.

"Then lend me this."

"You can use it for research, examine its magical properties, and if it breaks, just buy a new one."

After hearing this, Dahlia realized that the point was not to detoxify. He borrowed the ring just to find a reason for her to examine it.

After all, if there was really a possibility that Wolfer was assassinated, he would not be able to go out alone, and the Earl's family would also send guards to follow him.

If one day their relationship begins to drift apart, Dahlia can just be returned to him or sent to the military camp.

"Thank you. I'll leave it with you for now."

Dahlia accepted it obediently and tilted her head in confusion.

"Excuse me, but which finger is the detoxification ring usually worn on?"

"Knights usually wear it on the index, middle or ring finger of their non-dominant hand."

"Is it because it makes it difficult to hold the sword while wearing it?"

"Well, that's partly true, but it's mainly because your dominant hand is more likely to disappear in battle."

This reason sounds really terrifying.

She tried the gold ring on her left finger, and the size could be slightly adjusted. Finally, she chose the middle finger which seemed to fit best.

"I remember now. Alchemists in the royal city all wear their rings on their left middle finger. Do magical tool masters do the same?"

"Although not all magic tool makers are like this, my father warned me not to wear jewelry that bestows magic while making magic tools, because even the slightest bit of magic power can affect the finished product."

"I see, that's a little different."

They chatted and toasted with white ale.

The white ale became a little warm, but it was very bubbly, and the sweet taste of orange peel moistened my thirsty throat.

The vendor sells wooden wine glasses together with beer. After drinking, customers can return the wooden wine glasses and get a half coin in return. She thinks this is a good recycling mechanism.

"It's delicious. I think I like this pork roll better than eating it in the store."

Wolff ate his pork rolls, washing them down with sips of white ale.

It seems that he likes salty or spicy food with strong flavors.

"That's great! My dad loves pork rolls, so I've been eating them a lot since he inspired me. But the first time I ate them, I was so young I almost cried."

"Is it because that restaurant is too spicy?"

"No, it was because the pork had just been roasted and the head and feet hadn't been cut off yet."

"Oh, of course that would scare me..."

Dalia was greatly shocked.

She was very young at the time, and the roasted whole pig in the store looked huge in her eyes.

She was about to cry, but she closed her eyes and ate it, and found it delicious, so she put her fear behind her.

Dahlia picked up the salty pancakes with seafood and fish sauce and put down the wooden wine glass for a moment.

She turned her head away from Wolff and took a large, unceremonious bite. The aroma and flavor of seafood washed over her, followed by the smell of fish sauce. It was fragrant, with no trace of fishy smell at all.

The edges of the pancake were fried to a crispy finish and had a nice salty taste. You could even eat the pancake itself.

"This is delicious too."

"Yes, it's delicious."

Although the weather was hot enough to make you sweat, it was really nice to drink beer and eat some light food outdoors.

She seemed to have not enjoyed a meal so much in the past year.

Looking back, Tobias wasn't much of a fan of picnics or eating at street vendors.

In order to cooperate with him, she unknowingly endured everything she wanted to do and never asked him to do anything.

On the one hand, I endure, and on the other hand, I hope that the other person can notice my mood.

Now she hates that kind of behavior.

She had vaguely hoped that they could build a happy family after marrying him - now the thought of it only made her shudder.

"Thinking about something?"

Dahlia seemed to stop accidentally and put aside her dark thoughts.

"Yeah... The weather is so nice, I'm drinking beer and snacks in the park. I feel so happy."

"Yeah, I think so too. I'm also wondering if I should have another glass of Red Ale to make it even happier."

"I want some too. I'll go buy some."

"No, I'll go."

Seeing Wolfe about to stand up, she quickly said she had other stalls she wanted to visit and persuaded him to sit down. It was so hot, and she couldn't bear to see him put on the black cloak again.

"I'll be back soon."

Dahlia tucked her bag under her arm and walked quickly towards the busy stall.

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The nearby stalls only sold white and black ales, so she decided to go to a stall further away to look for red ale.

After much difficulty, she found one. There was a customer ordering food there, so she stood in line behind him a little distance away.

"This lady."

She heard a man's voice and thought he was talking to his friend, so she turned her head to look at other vendors, but the man patted her shoulder from the side.

Dahlia looked down the aisle. A man with the same red hair and blue eyes as her was smiling at her.

She had no impression of this person at all.

"I'm calling you."

"Is there a problem?"

Dahlia thought he wanted to ask for directions and responded politely.

"Are you alone?"

"No, I have companions."

"Female companion?"

"No, it's a man."

"Why is he letting a woman buy the wine? This man is so rude. Ignore him. How about I treat you to a meal?"

"No need. I don't want to keep him waiting. I'll excuse myself."

She thought the conversation was over and was about to go to the stall to buy Red Ale.

But the man grabbed her left wrist hard from the side, which hurt her a little.

"I think we are destined to be together. Can you give me some time to have a good chat with you?"

"I refuse. It hurts. Please let me go... or I will fight back."

"Your counterattack should be cute too."

The man grabbed her wrist and put his mouth close to her ear.

The obscene voice with the smell of alcohol made her feel sick.

"Would you like to hold my hand and run away from the man who is waiting for you?"

The man pulled her to his chest. She pressed her heels into the ground to support herself, but the wine glass in her hand still fell, and the handbag under her arm also slipped off.

"...!"

Dahlia held her breath, held the bracelet in her right hand, and waved it diagonally downward.

With a "clang" sound, a pure white icicle separated the two people.

The man jumped back in fright and fell heavily to the ground.

"Tsk, I actually ran into a magician!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he ran away.

She murmured to the figure, "I am a magic tool master."

Fortunately, it did not turn into a bloody conflict.

Before my eyes, a cylinder of ice, about fifteen centimeters in diameter and eighty centimeters tall, appeared. The improved ice bracelet was functioning smoothly.

"I'm sorry to trouble you."

Dalia bowed her head and apologized to the woman at the stall.

"No, no, no, you're so handsome! I'm sorry for not stopping that bad guy right away!"

The old woman selling Red Ale shook her head.

"Hey, little brother, you're too slow!"

When she turned around, she saw a man in a black cloak standing there, holding her bag. He might have come to check on her out of worry because she hadn't returned yet.

"...Sorry I'm late. I shouldn't have left you alone..."

"No, don't worry, I'm fine!"

He looked like a depressed dog with drooping ears, Dalia explained to him.

"Excuse me, I'll melt the icicle right now."

"Just leave it there. I'll push it aside. It'll melt quickly in the sun. Don't touch it, or you'll get your clothes dirty."

"Excuse me……"

"Wait for me."

The woman went inside and returned with two oversized glasses of Red Ale.

"This is for you. If it tastes good, come back and buy it next time."

"But……"

"This is a limited tasting for two people. I'll buy it with my boyfriend next time."

"Thank you. I will come with my friends to buy it next time."

"My friend...young man, you have to keep doing your best..."

Dahlia didn't know what the woman wanted Wolf to add to the oil.

She was about to take the Red Ale, but she found her hands shaking and her heart beating fast. For the first time, she realized that this kind of fear would come later.

"Excuse me, Wolfe, could you hold this for me?"

"Okay, I'm really sorry..."

Wolfe noticed something was wrong with Dahlia, and his frustration grew even worse, so he returned to the park with her.

"I'm truly sorry. It was my turn to go. I couldn't save you. I'm no longer worthy of being a knight."

"Don't worry, it's just an emergency, and I'm fine."

"But you were frightened. That doesn't mean you're okay, does it? Also, I think you should be more careful about who approaches you."

"But I never thought about such a thing. This is the first time in my life that I've been hit on."

"What? Never before?"

Seeing the young man's shocked expression, she couldn't help but laugh.

In fact, this was the first time she had been approached in her past and present lives.

"I haven't had a single conversation with a man in public. This is the first time I've been approached by a man. I think the power of makeup is really strong."

"Dalia, if you calculate it this way, I should be the first person to approach you, right?"