Home in the morning.
　A warm, cozy room that was crazy warm and cozy thanks to Emily, and I was in distress.

　I put all my money on the table in front of me.
　495,000-- well, half a million piro.

　That's all the money I've been accumulating for a while now.

'What's the matter, Mr. Yoda, staring at your money?
I've saved up a certain amount of money, so I figured, what am I going to do with it?
Which means you've already narrowed it down to some extent?

　I nodded, just as Emily had guessed.

'I figured I could either buy a magic cart, even if it's used, or I could move.
You're moving out?
'I'm getting used to living here, but it's still too small. It's 87 years old, 20,000 piro a month, and it's a one-room apartment.

I don't have to...
I thought we should have two rooms.
Two ......?
Yeah?

　Emily got a surprised look on her face, I don't know what's wrong with her.

'Maybe we should make it three rooms, since Emily's stuff is so much of what it is, maybe that would be better.
Oh, ...... can I go with you? ......

　Emily looked kind of happy. 'What is it?'
　Well, that's true, anyway.

I'm thinking about that and what I'm going to do with the magic cart. I'm not going to be able to do both with this kind of money. If you want to rent a proper room, you'll have to pay a deposit and a key money.
You can move in.

　Emily threw her hands up in the air and gutted herself.
　I mean, leave the heavy lifting to me.

　The gesture was cute when Emily, who was 6'3", did it, but she could seriously and completely leave the heavy lifting to her, right?
　Well, that's just as well.

'I'm trying to decide which one to do. Which one do you think Emily would prefer?
The magic cart, then. It's better to buy the magic cart first, so if you want both, the magic cart first will be faster in the end.
Very true. All right, let's start with the magic cart first.
Yes, sir!

　　　　　★

　Emily and I went into town to buy a magic cart.
　The money we had on hand was about 500,000 piro. The market price of a magic cart is almost the same as a car, so we can only buy a used car for this amount.

　I asked Elsa and she introduced me to a shop called 'Progress' that deals in used magic carts.
　You can find many magic carts lined up in front of the store, and there are many different kinds and numbers, so this looks promising.

　I went into the store thinking, "I'm going to be able to have a look at this.

"Dad ...... what the hell is going on?

　It was a young man in his early twenties who was working at the store.
　The young man has a look of concern on his face.
　What's going on?

...... and a visitor. Excuse me, welcome.

　The young man saw us, and he gave us a self-conscious business smile.

'Are you looking for a magic cart?　We have a variety of normal and custom types available...
What's going on?

　I asked, interrupting the young man's business talk.
　The young man is startled, his eyes widen and he looks at me.

'Mr. Yoda?'
Sorry, but we're gonna have to make a detour.
I'm fine!

　Emily smiled and nodded.
　She looked at the young man again.

'You seemed to be in some kind of trouble, is something wrong?

　The young man stared at me.
　His business face fell away, and he became more and more troubled - until he looked like he was going to cry.

　After a while, he spoke up with a grasping at straws look on his face.

To tell the truth, my father has been missing for three days now.
'Yeah!　It's a big deal.
Shouldn't we be open for business?
I knew where we were going, and I was hoping it would be okay, but we were worried because he wasn't coming back for three days. But then again, I can't go looking for him either.
Where did he go?
'It's a dungeon called Arsenic. It's just a rock that doesn't move, so I don't think there's anything to it: ......

　A young man who still looks worried.
　He and Emily looked at each other and nodded at each other.

'What's your dad's name?'
What's it look like?

'What?　Maybe, just maybe--

　The young man looked like he had seen his savior.

　　　　　☆

　Arsenic, ten floors underground.

　I and Emily descended in a straight line through a dungeon that had nothing but rock-shaped monsters that didn't move, no matter if we went down or not.

　The tenth underground floor was full of immobile rocks with the same faces as the floors above.

'It's a heavy rock, the heaviest monster in Arsenic. It's the heaviest monster in Arsenic, and if you accidentally put it back in the haggle, it will crush everything else, so it's the most important thing to handle it in Arsenic.
Yeah.

　So that's what happens.

　All of Arsenic's monsters are rock types that don't move, so I thought they were all harmless even if they went back to the haglemono.
　Well, it's true, if you suddenly revert from a flower to a heavy rock, that's a serious problem.

'Huh?　There's something up there.
That's a light rock. It's a monster from the tenth floor underground, and it's the lightest monster in Arsenic. It's rare.
If you ask me, the lightest ...... is a rock, but it floats around like a balloon.

　I guess that's what the tenth floor is all about, I guess.

　We looked for the boy's father.
　It didn't take long to find him.

　That's what the young man gave me.
　A stocky, bearded man in his forties.
　In a word, he told me he looked like a dwarf.

　Is there a dwarf in this world, or is he the dwarf I know?
　I didn't know what to expect, but he looked exactly like the dwarf I knew.

　He's sleeping in the middle of a cave.
　And he's cowering behind a bunch of rocks.

"......
......
......
......
Emily.
Hi.
Kick him in the head.
Hi!

　Emily stuttered up to him and kicked the man away.
　The man was kicked away and blasted away, involving several heavy locks, and he stood up, holding his head, "Aiteite," he said.

'What the hell, all of a sudden,'
Excuse me, you must be Mr. Orton.
Yeah?　Yes, I am Orton, but what?　You guys,
Your son was looking for you.

Chuck?　I left a note saying I'd be here.
After three days of not hearing from her, I'm concerned.
'Three days?　I see, three days have passed. I was so absorbed in my work that the time just flew by.

......
Mr. Yoda, I feel like kicking again.
I'll be patient. I'll be patient, too.
Yes, sir.

　Well, we can now confirm that Mr. Orton is safe.
　I'm going to go back and report to your son - Chuck.

　I was about to turn myself around with that thought.

'What's Mr. Orton doing?

　Emily asked.

'I thought you were here to get materials for modifying the magic cart. 'You know we sell modified carts too,'

　Modded cart ...... I remember Chuck saying that too.

'Do you want to modify it yourself?'
Oh. You'll live to tinker with the magic cart. I came up with a crazy feature three days ago and I've come to get the materials for it.
Haha ...... but the material, all of Arsenic's drops are flowers.
'Hmmm ...... who said anything about using drop items'
"Huh?

Don't use the monster.
The monster?　But if it's a monster, it's going to be a monster--oh.
Yes, Arsenic's monsters are immobile rocks. It's the only monster that can be used as a haggler.
Oh.

　I'm a little impressed, and I'm starting to get interested.
　Mr. Orton, who thinks so much about monsters and using haggle-heads.
　I was curious to see how he would modify the magic cart.

'I can't seem to get any rare light locks. I need a light and a heavy one, and all I get are these guys!

　Mr. Orton kicked a pile of heavy rock at his feet.

'They were over there then.
Really?　Where are you?

　Mr. Orton came so close to his face that his face became a throat close-up - and he ate it up.

　　　　　☆

　We left Arsenic and came further away from the city to an unpopular meadow.

　There, I place two flowers.
　The flowers are both roses, one red and one blue.

　I put them on the ground and the three of us moved away.
　I moved away until I could just barely see it, and watched as it returned to the hagremonos.

　Then, with a pop, the two roses turned back into monsters.
　Haglemono-ized, Heavy Rock and Light Rock.

'Yup, that'll do--can't it!

　Mr. Orton dashed away.
　The heavy rock remained on the ground, but it floated up the moment the light rock returned.

　The light rock, which looked so balloon-like that it was stuck to the ceiling even in the cave, flew into the sky.

　Mr. Orton dashed and flew.
　The chunky, dwarf-like plumpness didn't reach him.
　Emily dashed and flew and knocked it down with her hammer.
　The light rock floating in the air has the properties of a balloon with its hardness intact.
　Just a graze and it floated up even more.

'Ahhhhhh ......'

　Mr. Orton looks at Lightlock as he walks away and screams in grief.
　'You're going to miss it by coming here?' the voice asked.

'It's okay,'
What do you want to do, Mr. Yoda?
I'll tell you what. I'm glad I had a shot left.

　I took out my gun and loaded it with freezer rounds.
　The one remaining round of freezer ammo that I had taken from Princess Margaret's airbox production.
　I fired it into the lightlock.

　It hit, and the lightlock froze.
　The balloon-like Light Rock, which had turned into a huge block of ice, fell down, losing to the force of attraction.

'Yoda-san, that's amazing!'
You're not supposed to do that.

　They are excited.
　Somehow, they managed not to waste a rare monster light lock.

　　　　　☆

　When Mr. Orton returned to Progress, he withdrew to the back of the store, despite his son's concerns.
　His son, Chuck, chuckled in dismay, but seemed resigned.

'It's always like that, Dad,'

　Chuck said that, but he still had a relieved look on his face.
　It's not that we were in any danger or anything, but I'm glad to reassure him, and Emily and I high-five each other in secret.

　Well, now we can choose the magic cart - I thought.
　Mr. Orton reappeared from the back.
　He came out pushing one of the carts.

'It's done!'
You're early!
It was a moment.
It's almost done. All we had to do was fit them in.

　There was one heavy lock and one light lock fixed to the part that pushed the magic cart.
　The heavy heavy locks wouldn't crush you, and the light light light locks wouldn't miss.
　Each one is properly secured.

'Is this the one you modified?'
Yes. Do you see these two loaves of bread in here?
Pops!　That's my lunch.
I'll set this guy's unit price and get him in.

　Mr. Orton maneuvered the cart and then filled it with bread.
　One 150-pilo pastry bread, which was apparently also dropped in the dungeon.

　Immediately after putting it in, the panel above the two monsters displayed a number.
　150," it said.

'This is what you get when you put another one in.

　I put the second loaf of bread in, and this time it read 300.

It's a function that detects the weight of the item you put in and calculates the amount of money.
Oh, that's handy.

　It's nice to know right away how much money you're making when you dive into a dungeon.
　I see, so you weigh it, so you have one heavy and one light.
　I don't know what the principle is, but it makes some strange sense.

'This is for you.'
What?
Thank you for your help, and thank you for coming to find me.
Are you sure?
'Oh!　Bye.

　Mr. Orton retreated to the back again, and at last I heard him say, "Well, what shall I make next?
　You love to make it, and you don't care about anything else.

Um, .......

　Emily and I looked at Zipper awkwardly.

"Here you go, that's what my dad always does. And I haven't even thanked him yet.
Okay, ......, I'll take it.

　So I got a custom-made magic cart for free and had all my money left over.
　I thought we could move in like this.