One road running through the woods.
One carriage proceeds as the spring sun illuminates.
Going forward are two of Kevin's exclusive escorts. He is dressed in a shrimp brown cape, each riding a horse. Apparently, he's in charge of the forward alert.
Behind the front carriage drawn by two horses, Plumier's city adventurer Guildmaster Salomon follows him on horseback. Salomon's role is to escort Reese. For this reason, he is probably in charge of the closest place to the exit behind the carrier.
Inside the front carriage, Eugene, Alice, Reese and Yurschel sat on the crate. No, apparently he puts a cushion on the crate and sits on top of it. It is a donut-shaped perforated cushion prepared by Eugene ordered from Yurschel.
Cotareau stands at the rear of the carrier. He seems to be thinking about it.
"Brother Eugene, you're fast! Not too loose!
"Right, Alice! I really can't shake it more than I thought."
To meet with the adventurers of the elves, Eugene took Liese to the king's capital.
It's just been an hour since I left the city of Plumier on the first day of my journey.
The carriage was going well.
"Mr. Eugene, did you see the wheels before you left?
You overheard Eugene and Alice talking, and Kevin, who was in your podium, talks to Eugene.
Kevin arranged a simple front carriage. Left, right, and top are covered by thick front, but front and rear can be opened and closed like curtains. The front of your seat was half-opened, so I guess you heard the conversation.
Kevin and Enzo are in the front carriage passenger seat. Kevin sits down and moves the carriage, and Enzo stands beside it and guards the perimeter. It is just the scourge of a former Class 3 adventurer who can be balanced in a narrow space, a rocking carriage.
"Yeah. Something gray was all wrapped up, wasn't it?
"That's right. It's the flesh and skin of monsters kept near the king's capital."
"Huh?"
"I'm a herbivore monster, but I don't even pass blades, and I'm resistant to blows. He's a troublemaker who vandalizes farmland... and the father of the first king who was interested in this country is said to have succeeded in livestock."
"Ha... is it like a pig? Is it big?
"That's right. The height is a little higher than mine, and the length is… if you put it in to the end of the tail, is it about this front carriage?"
"Huh? De, you're big..."
Eugene, it seemed bigger than I expected. I guess it feels like a kaba, no, he's like Triceratops? And so on and so on and so on.
"By wrapping that skin and meat around the wheel, you absorb the shock. Then again, frog-shaped monsters were successfully raised by the father of the first king."
"Ha ha... is that used for carriages too?
"Yes, the tendons and muscles of the legs absorb the upper and lower shocks."
"Wow! That's amazing, brother Eugene!
"Mo, the monster's leg... it seems to be dry and soon unavailable"
"Yeah, it usually does. It seems that a special process is required... but it has not yet been disclosed. It is still a national specialty."
"I see... by the way, when you try to explore?
"It's not a big amount, because it's one of the country's financial resources. It's good and it's tied."
Eugene can't hide the shock from the reality of a carriage with less shaking.
Alice, on the other hand, is caught. Reese was also surprised to round her eyes because of Eugene, who was upset but didn't forget to interpret. Eugene totally seems to have a crush on translating it.
"The current king is in his eighth generation, so I can only tell by the record that it seemed to be groundbreaking at the time it was announced. Anyway, so we built wealth, and its sons are supposedly interested in this country. The first king is a son, but some scholars say it was the father of the first king who created the country."
"Ha...... There was someone amazing."
"Mr. Eugene, by the way. The painting of the first king's father was left behind."
"That's right, you're a fine man"
"It's black (...) hair (...) black (...) eyes (...), and it's depicted on the (...) face (...) standing (...) chi (...). It's like Mr. Eugene."
Eyes open, Eugene staring at Kevin's seat at you.
Kotalou, who should have been in the rear, also rushes over to Eugene and barks wow. Hey, be excited, as if to say.
The fifth spring since Eugene came to the other world.
Apparently, Eugene had another reason to go to the Wang capital.
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"All right! We'll both be done with Gawa first!
"All right!
In response to the proclamation of Tomas the woodworker, a great deal of cheer echoes the pioneering ground of Eugene's absence.
Built on the pioneering land of Houjo Village were two houses.
Previously there was only a tent overlaid with cloth and two co-housing pioneering areas.
The arrival of Tomas' parents increased the speed of architecture and finally completed the family home. Although the interior was left behind to build numbers.
"It's fast when divided into two squads. It's better to work two houses at a time than to keep it in order."
Tomas is squeaking bumps, but the pioneers ignore them. Solitary is through, which seems to be the insanity of this pioneering land. Whatever you think, it's Eugene's fault.
"Don't worry about the thinning, Tomas! All right, we've already decided who lives in the first house!
Deputy village chief entrusted with the pioneering ground of Eugene's absence, and leader Blaze of the former Class 3 adventurer party, Deep Green Wind, look around. Eventually I guess I found the person I wanted.
"Oh, there he is! Marcel, this house is yours from today on!
"... Huh? Mr. Blaze, I'm a slave, right?
"That's okay! You can buy it back soon, can't you? Except for Eugene and the others, it's the oldest ginseng in this pioneering land, and agriculture has to have Marcel in the first place."
"But..."
"The first house was Marcel's idea! Don't you have to listen to the head of the pioneering team on the pioneering land? Marcel's the main one, isn't he?
"... thank you!
You convinced me with that word, Marcel, who finally bows his head. Turn it into Eugene's slave. Marcel, a dog-man, and his family, finally seem to be moving out of the makeshift tent.
"Nevertheless... even if Marcel buys himself back and is no longer a slave, to keep him in this pioneering land... no, you think too much. Mr. Eugene didn't think that far."
Blades whining bossly, shaking their heads and denying.
It is natural to suspect that the blades may be Eugene's calculation.
Marcel saves money and buys himself back, and after he is no longer a slave, he can also leave the pioneering land. But we have enough houses here to live with our families, and we have jobs. Seems like he originally thought about it, but Marcel would have felt more comfortable staying in a pioneering area like this.
"Okay, so the second one! I don't know what to do. Having a home is a priority for now..."
Though it gained momentum, the blades have a bad tooth cut.
Besides himself and a couple of bowmen, Dominic as a shield and a couple of ex-slaves, a couple of needles. There are three married groups in the pioneering land.
It seemed hard to say that although we had decided to go on and build two houses, the second was us. To the scum that has lived as an unreliable adventurer in a world of weak and forceful eating. For once, Eugene's sweetness may be a little contagious.
Whatever.
A pioneering place that welcomed the Second Pioneering Group and where Eugene and the others embarked on their journey.
The group of artisans who are here on business trips with 14 pioneering people seemed to be well on the way to pioneering.