People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

She looked no older than Misaka Mikoto, her upper body was wrapped in a thick blue and white hockey uniform, and her lower body was a blue miniskirt.

Moreover, compared to the weird things on the street stall, the transparent plastic tube protruding from the girl's skirt attracted Misaka Mikoto's attention more.

A flat chain was stuffed into that tube, and there was something like an arrow cluster at the front end, waving from side to side, like a tail.

(What is the principle of this, is it a mini motor hidden in the skirt?)

While thinking like this, the girl seemed to notice that Misaka Mikoto was looking at her.

She waved her hand in the direction of Misaka Mikoto, as if calling Misaka Mikoto to come over.

Looking around, Misaka Mikoto confirmed that the other party was indeed calling her, and walked over without thinking much.

After all, compared to the custom-made doll house behind her, the items sold by this street stall girl are more in line with the definition of "souvenir products".

"Yo, are you Japanese?"

"Hmm. Are you helping the adults look at the booth?"

"The tone of 'big sister' is really strange."

"It's the same in itself. I'm a junior high school student? You don't look like I'm over thirteen, do you?"

"In terms of age, that's true. But if it's about...aim~"

"?"

At first, Misaka Mikoto didn't realize what the other party was referring to.

But following the girl's gaze down, what Misaka Mikoto saw was her own flat chest.

Misaka Mikoto is not convinced, although she also knows that she has something, but she is younger than herself...

"Hmph~ Don't look at me like this, I already use that in the fourth grade of elementary school~"

"It's different! Europeans and Asians must be different!"

"Oh~ Is that so~"

Intentionally puffing out her chest, Misaka Mikoto looked at the girl whose silhouette could be clearly seen through the hockey uniform, then looked down at herself...

Looking at Misaka Mikoto who looked shocked, the black-haired girl seemed to remember that she was in business.

So his eyes rolled around, as if he was thinking about how to sell his products.

Chapter 240: "Strange Souvenirs"

"Speaking of which, the guests are here for sightseeing. Well, although there are no other people on this street except tourists."

Selfishly talking to attract Misaka Mikoto's attention, the tail on the back of the black-haired girl waved in front of Misaka Mikoto's bowed head.

Successfully directed Misaka Mikoto's gaze away from the flat part.

"Well, there's no need to be so disappointed. Actually, there's a trick to this too~"

"The trick? Is it special aerobics or equipment?"

Seeing Misaka Mikoto who suddenly came back to life, the corners of the black-haired girl's mouth raised unconsciously.

"It's not something that's overly scientific."

Looking at the girl who was rummaging through the big package behind her, Misaka Mikoto noticed the products on display at the stall. She was not sure whether they could be called "souvenir products".

On the far left, there is a bottle containing a mysterious liquid collected from snakes, insects, and the like.

Next to it was some kind of small heating container, and in it was a row of small dried animal heads.

What follows is even more incomprehensible weird straw and dry plant branches, a strange item that will not be doubted even if it is said to be a "cursed doll".

Misaka Mikoto even saw a bundle of dry bird feet that looked like chicken feet, but were thicker.

Whether it's a doll in the shape of a carrot that is stuck together with a weird expression, or a dried bat wing that says "delicious", no matter what it is, it is something that people dare not look at.

Speaking of which, this is probably the feeling of a mystery shop or a strange collectible house, right?

In order not to let herself have nightmares, Misaka Mikoto chose to look elsewhere.

And it was at this moment that Misaka Mikoto remembered that she didn't know how to address her.

"Resa-chan, it's fine to call it that way. Isn't it very Japanese if you call it that way?"

"Adding 'chan' after the name is the Japanese way of addressing it, which is stereotyped."

Even so, Misaka Mikoto couldn't think of more rebuttals for a while. In a sense, Japan seems to be like this in the impression of foreigners, and it's not too bad.

"You can call me whatever you want, but after looking at the things on this street stall, you are still waiting for me to find something? How, are you the kind of girl who is interested in exciting things?"

"Each to each other. Besides, when it comes to being interested in exciting things, I think you are better."

"Well, it's considered a 'professional habit', right?"

Regarding the "professional habits" in the mouth of the girl who called herself Leisa, Misaka Mikoto simply thought that she was a "strange souvenir merchant" or something like that.

While waiting for Reisa to find something, Misaka Mikoto continued to chat with Reisa while poking something that looked like a crystal filled with polyethylene.

"Is this the stall you took care of for your parents?"

"No, let's understand it as a 'summer social experience'? Don't you Japanese often have the habit of doing odd jobs to earn pocket money? With the recent increase in tourists, I also want to earn some pocket money that I can freely use. ah?"

"If you want to earn some pocket money, shouldn't you make some small jewelry or amulets? Are these things too unconventional?"

Regarding Misaka Mikoto's complaints, Reza shrugged helplessly.

"Also, it's not that I haven't thought about what you said, but the source of goods is very problematic."

"Since that's the case, how about preparing some 'UK limited quack too'?"

Her eyes were erratic, and although she seemed to mention it casually, Leisa could clearly hear the "I want" in it.

"I don't know, I'm not interested, and I don't have any plans to buy. After all, I don't have that hobby."

While talking, Leisa generally took out several sacks like sackcloth.

Watching Leisa mix the plants and powder together several times, and then stuff them into a mass-produced amulet bag that looks like it was bought from a roadside convenience store.

"What is this? If you want to talk about special amulets or something, you should prepare them in advance, right?"

"Even if you say so..."

Leisa seems to be doing it very seriously and her movements are very careful.

"I'm not interested in art, antiques, and other value-added things. Since it's a talisman, it basically matches the customer's affairs and senses. I guess that's how it feels..."

Saying so, the work at hand did not stop.

With a "jingling clang" he took out something like a cheese wipe from a large pile of tools, and then ground a small red stone into crumbs and put it in the amulet bag.

"So, something like this must be 'tailor-made', otherwise the effect can be completely ignored."

"I feel like buying and selling by force. I didn't say I would pay, did I?"

"Don't worry, it's very cheap. Leisa sauce only charges you three pounds for these things. After all, this bag is the most expensive raw material, and it's still cheap for a few pennies."

"Who would say such things in front of customers!"

Although I feel that this girl who calls herself Leisa is very strange, Misaka Mikoto can also feel that she was really serious when she was making this "talisman" just now.

(Probably a follower of a certain religion in the UK. It’s a rare visit, and it’s good to buy an amulet.)

Thinking of this, Misaka Mikoto planned to spend money to buy the amulet in Leisa's hand.

And at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from Misaka Mikoto's side.

But this is not a thief or a robber, and the target is not Misaka Mikoto's wallet.

"Lesa!!!!!!"

"Wow ah ah ah!!!!"

Misaka Mikoto was taken aback, and it took a while to resist the trend of "leakage".

And it wasn't until this moment that Misaka Mikoto saw clearly that the guy who grabbed the head of the girl who claimed to be Lesa and lifted Lesa's whole body with one hand was actually Sigurd.

"What are you doing?"

"No, I'm very sorry..."

She said so in a panic, but Leisa, who was holding her head in mid-air, seemed to realize something.

"That's not right!!! I'm not wrong! I'm just here to dispose of some unwanted items from the Puritans!"

"Is that the point?"

"I've already sold it very cheap! Although it's a 'disposal' material that is about to expire by the catty, I'm using real materials! Absolutely no cut corners!"

"Nothing is the problem!!!!"

"In short... In short, I just pretended that there is no need for chants and rituals, 'you just need to put it and it will work'! Regarding the storage matters, as long as you follow the instructions I wrote, it is almost the same! Although it cannot It’s called a spiritual outfit, but if it’s not for exclusive use, it won’t be the target of sanctions!”

Reisa struggled to say a lot of things that Misaka Mikoto couldn't understand at all.

"Anyway, what's here is just a simple 'material', and it can't form a real 'spiritual outfit'. As long as it's a 'strange local product', it's almost all gray, and even a professional magician is very confused. Hard to tell!!"

(Magician? Probably a magician? Are these magic props?)

Misaka Mikoto couldn't understand why the Academy City researcher rushed out suddenly, and the two parties seemed to be quite familiar with each other.

"What did you use?"

"Sunlight Orchid, Whirling Stone, Billywig's Sting, Mandrake..."

"Isn't this the material for the 'spiritual outfit'? You bastard, you can still get the sting needle of the Billywig bug? Don't those fools of the Puritan sect know that this thing can be combined into a curse-killing spell?" ?”

"terribly sorry!!!!!!"

Chapter 240: "Personal Disciple" Leisa

"Again, where did you get these things?"

"Forehead......"

The tail of the spiritual outfit behind the girl with erratic eyes was also wobbling anxiously from side to side.

She didn't seem to expect to be caught straight, and she didn't seem to have particularly thought about explaining it this way.