29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

We went to the market in New Town, and we were walking around the market looking for Mr. Bison.

Although I listen to the merchants selling various products there, I don't get very strong information.

"... hmm"

"You can't find it"

"Ah? Oh."

There's a reason I'm roaring apart from the fact that I can't find Mr. Bison.

I've tried many times to get in touch with God Cole since I heard the announcement of that voice, which is difficult to fame in the morning, but I can't connect with him no matter how many times I call him.

At that time, the other side unilaterally cut the communication, so I haven't been able to hear what I want to hear.

I think we need to tell people as soon as possible because it is possible that the sooner we communicate the information on the flood, the more lives will be saved, but I want to be cautious about things alone.

I'm not a cleric or anything, because even if I make a scene, you think I'm a weird guy, or if I suck, I risk being arrested for making a scene in people's minds.

Marr's story was that the priests of each temple would be notified, so I think the information would be passed on even if I didn't move with regard to the outbreak of the flood.

I think I can't wipe my anxiety away because it's about that famous and difficult voice.

"Rude. I've told the city people all over the world. That's why I've been so busy. '

I suddenly heard a loud voice in my head.

How many people did you tell? You told the proper people, didn't you?

"Um, I've properly told adults over fifteen who live in cities and villages"

Of course, you're in a position to disseminate information properly, aren't you? How many people did you tell them for each settlement?

'Anyone who is an adult would be fine? The threat of a massive flood will be on you. By the way, it was one person per city who told them. Because I'm tired.'

"Hey!?

"Hmm? What's up, Mr. Tysi?"

Marl looks at me with a strange face when I raise my voice.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry! Solo!"

Asshole or you! There's no way you're gonna believe I'm not in the right position!

Or am I the only one in this king's capital who knows the information?

"Um, is there a problem?

"It's a big problem, you idiot!

"Ta, Mr. Tysi? Are you all right, sir?

Suddenly Marl shook herself up in my shout and gave me a worried look.

Whatever you think is weird, damn it.

"Shh, sorry. Kind of, yeah, I'm tired."

"People who try to convey my voice can generally turn that look from others, like you do now, ha-ha."

You know what you're doing!

Shit, shit, shit. Not if you're looking for Mr. Bison!

What do we do? What do we do? You want to tell the guild? No, but even though you're scared, it's going to suck with the image of him being even more crazy. Besides, I don't even think you can believe me.

Then do you want to run into the temple?

"I heard the voice of God! There's gonna be a flood in two months!

I'm a crazy person no matter what you think, thank you so much.

I don't know if the penance room is in this world's church.

Come on, you, as far as I can tell, you did it on purpose, didn't you?

"Tehepero"

I'll definitely see you one day and punch you in the face. Absolutely.

"Mr. Tysi, are you sure you're okay? Nothing. You don't have to be a carriage to walk away, or anything. You should wait a day and leave tomorrow..."

"Sorry, let me think for a second. I'll be right here. I'm sorry. Can you find me around here?

"Yes! Please don't push me, okay?

"Oh, thank you"

Drop off Marl disappearing into the crowd and think.

What do I do, what do I do? You want to take Marr into the royal castle? I don't care how brave you are. They're going to pay you in advance, but I also feel this is the most certain thing.

No, wait, wait, wait. Wouldn't you be able to apologize to Zontark through Mr. Jack? Yes, this hand is good. Zontark may see it with weird eyes, but it's more certain than going directly to the royal castle.

I won't go to the letter, so should I see him in person?

But what about the Big Hornet? Split up on two hands?

Marr's swordsmanship skills are up, and he's up to seven levels below me, but on par with the average adventurer. Like the Big Hornet, it won't take long.

But I don't even know how many. It's dangerous to let them go alone.

So you want me to go to Zontark's by myself?

Zontark is acting like an ally for once, but I don't know how far to trust him.

I don't think it's rare if you look at the history and attitude so far, but I'm still anxious to let Marr go alone.

No, I'm afraid to let Marl act alone.

"Mr. Tysi! Mr. Bison has been found!

"Oh, let's go"

I'm getting to Marr that I found Mr. Bison.

"Oh, hey, are you Mr. Tysi? He sure looks like a pretty strong guy."

A man with a laid-back atmosphere, who would be older than Mr. Jack before he was guided by Marr, was selling vegetables for his luggage.

I still have a lot of vegetables left in my luggage, maybe this?

"Oh, it's Tysi-Mituba. This is Marl. Are you sure it's Mr. Bieson from Biet Village who's making the Big Hornet request?

"Well, I'm the bison."

"I heard you were planning to leave King's Capital at noon, but maybe your plans are going to slip back in?

Please, be.

"Hey, I don't know if you're still selling it. If it's true, I'm just selling it out and buying something to take home from the village."

That's what Mr. Bison said. He looked at the vegetables on the carrier like he was in trouble.

All right, all right, all right! Thank God!

"Not so much"

It's not you, get lost.

"Then I'll be a little more ready and then I'll come back, okay?

"Whoa, whoa. But it gets dark, so give me two more minutes. I can only wait, okay?

"Oh, okay. I'll be back as soon as I can, so just wait. We're going back to the mansion, Marl!

"Huh!? Oh, yes! Wait a minute, Mr. Tysi!

I hurried to the mansion.

I wish I could get an appointment with Zontark without any problems.

"Welcome home, Master Hall. How did you do it? I got a message from the user."

He welcomed me to the mansion as Mr. Jack calmed down.

All right, let's start with the first door breakthrough,

"Mr. Jack, can't you get an appointment with Zontark? I really need to tell you something. It's urgent."

"Is it to His Excellency the Marquis of Zontark? Sure, I don't think so, but I hope you can take care of it. Instead of seeing you in person, we'll make sure you get your letter."

If we leave it to Mr. Jack, would it be okay to write to him?

No, if possible, you should tell them opposite each other.

"I'm sorry, but take care of it. And I'll write you a letter for when I didn't see you, so get me some paper and a pen."

"Yes, I did. Wait a minute."

That said, Mr. Jack went back.

Marr caught up with me from behind where I dropped it off.

He breathes on his shoulders as he walks in through the front door with his hands on his knees, gasping painfully.

"Thai, shi,... hey, ha, too much, I will"

I'm sorry, it's urgent.

I'll stroke Marl's back and wait for him to calm his breath.

While I was doing that, Mabel came with a water drain and a glass in the basin.

It would be Mr. Jack's concern. He's a man who can, really. Respect.

"Thank you, Mabel"

Mabel smiles nicely at my words. Don't be healed.

I received a water drain and a glass from Mabel, poured the water and gave it to Marl.

Marl, who was given water, drinks up a grunt and a glass of water, exhales.

"Ha... what's the sudden matter, Mr. Tysi"

I get a glass from Marl, and I drink a glass of water, too.

I managed to take a breath, too.

Well, how did we talk about it? Let Mabel down for now?

"Thank you, Mabel. Get back to work."

"Yes! Excuse me!

Mabel ran off with patties with a cup and a basin with water.

There came back Mr. Jack with a note and envelope, feather pen and ink.

Would it be all right if I asked Mr. Jack? I don't think Mr. Jack would divulge what he heard...... no, what do you know any day.

"Hear me out. There's gonna be a flood in two months."

"Hey, what!?

You're still here. You, get lost.

"I'm watching because it's funny."

Die. Seriously, die. Either you, or God, are an absolute evil god.

No matter what you say, you decide in me, you're evil.

"What a rambling theory"

"Mr. Tysi, you know, how do you get that?

"It's God's message. Holla, I'm a brave man."

The entrance hall is filled with unspeakable silence.

Yeah, right, that's the reaction, after all. I knew it.

Mr. Jack is looking at me without changing his complexion. It's a brilliant poker face.

"There must be one person in every town who is over fifteen years old and listens to the same content as me. If you look into that at the same time... there are too many targets."

"Right. I was wondering if it would be hard to prove. If you inadvertently spread the story, you could be guilty of causing a disturbance"

Yes, the trouble with this announcement is that it's hard to prove.

Even if we find more than one person in another city who is getting the same notice and use it as evidence, there are too many subjects to investigate.

Besides, it doesn't necessarily mean that the person who actually heard the announcement will tell the truth, because he could be guilty of causing the commotion.

There is also the possibility that those who have not heard the announcement may lie, so even if they gather witnesses, they lack credibility.

"Anyway, I was wondering if it would be in vain to tell His Excellency. You can also contact the Temple with your handover."

"Well, the temple of the king's capital will have a cup of priests who can give a divine gift! The Marquis of Zontark shouldn't be able to get in the way, either, if what Mr. Tysi says!

Mr. Jack nods at Marr's words.

"The Hall Master and Master Marr were in the middle of a request. I'll be sure to tell His Excellency Zontark more than I do, so I'll take care of it."

"Are you all right?

"Ha, I'll take care of it"

Will it be okay if I leave it to you?

Mr. Jack is a butler arranged by Zontark, so I'm sure he'll be able to cross over to Zontark.

Zontark would be easier to trust than me, too, Mr. Jack. Wouldn't that be appropriate?

"Please give me a hand."

"Yes, sir."

It's simple, but I feel a little loaded off my shoulder.

I feel more tired. I'm glad I made sure.

I want to beat myself up at that moment when I was bracketing high that it would be announced by the temple without having to do anything.

Slightly behind, but as long as it passes to Zontark, it should be more efficient than me going around in a noise alone.

It would be better to hear every confirmation of progress. And if you think you need it, Zontark will call me, so you better get ready.

"So when you went to the market, Mr. Taishi was looking strange, wasn't he? Convinced."

Nodding marl as convinced.

My heart hurts, I really knew it first thing in the morning.

I don't know, not at all. Let's be more careful.

"Anyway, let's do what we can now. Hunt demons, earn money, and be strong with all your good gear."

"Yes! Good luck!

Once again, when we went to the market in New Town, Mr. Bison was just finishing preparing to leave.

It's a good time to be creepy. I feel something manipulative.

"Seems like it's been a lot of trouble, so I'm serving a little bit. I don't care what you think, God."

Okay, you're a good god. So get lost. I'll call you when I need you.

If you're a better god, follow the others.

"Hmm, let's be good. Good luck with that."

And communication with God was interrupted.

It's kind of a strange story, but I'm sure of that. How does that work, this? Can't we do the same between me and Marl?

"Whoa, whoa. You've come to a good place. We're just about ready. Let's go. Yeah?

"Oh, no problem"

Marl snorts, too. We got into the empty space on the cargo deck and left the market.

I go down the street shaken by rattles and carriages.

Looks like salt, groceries, etc. are loaded on the carrier.

They are probably selling crops produced in the village of Biet and buying essentials that cannot be self-sufficient at that price.

This carriage is, in a way, the lifeline of the village.

"Mr. Bison, aren't you in danger of getting to and from the street?

"It's all right, sir, since the knights and soldiers have defeated this demon. Sometimes I get stuck, but then I get rid of it with this guy."

Having said that, Mr. Bison took it out of the shadow of your table was a crossbow that seemed bigger and more powerful than Marl was using. However, it seems to be a fairly seasoned substitute, with paint peeling all over it.

Seeing that crossbow, Marl sparkled his eyes.

"Mr. Bison uses a crossbow, too! Me too!

Try to take out the light crossbow as you seem to be good at it.

Mr. Bison raised his voice, hoping to see it.

"The lady also uses a crossbow. Crossbows are better than bows because they don't look good on a carriage like this."

Mr. Bison begins to show off his accumulation regarding the handling of crossbows.

Marl was listening with his eyes sparkling. I used to say it was better than the back of a turtle, and Mr. Bison's story about the battle on the carriage was really helpful.

You think it used to be a pretty big caravan, crossing countries?

He retired injured in the previous flood and now lives this way back and forth between the village and the Wang Capital during the harvest season while plowing a small field in the village of Biet.

"I may not be able to cross the next flood, but I'm going to beat out more demons with this one before I die."

Crossbow's arm seemed certain even in old age, and his shooting skills were level three. Mr. Bison's own level is also 26, so it would also be true that he used to be in the caravan.

"When the flood strikes, don't push it, run to the King's Landing."

"Ha ha! You're too old to be here. I'm going to protect you until the end of the day."

Mr. Bison laughing at me for some reason seemed dazzling.

"Sora! Marl, he's gone that way too! Watch out!

"Ha! Ha!

When we got to Biet Village, we were jumping off the carriage and waving our weapons.

Because there were multiple big hornets entering the village and flying around endlessly.

Apparently the villagers are throwing out their jobs and evacuating inside the house, and I don't see any figures.

"These fucking bees! Get out of our village!

Mr. Bison stands on the carriage, shooting down the big hornets with one crossbow after another as per the stationary turret.

Me and Marl were intercepting the Big Hornet that Mr. Bison missed shooting down around the carriage.

Mr. Bison's shooting skill 3 is somehow effective.

Not even a hundred shots, but it's a pretty good hit accuracy.

"You're better than me!"

"That's a difference in experience. Let's do our best."

"Yes!"

While doing so, Mr. Bison's shooting stopped.

"Damn, the arrow's cut!

"Mr. Bison, take this!

"Whoa, I'm sorry, lady!

Marl hands Mr. Bison a bolt for his light crossbow.

The Big Hornets withdrew minutes after Mr. Bison resumed firing.

The area is littered with what I smashed, what Marl slashed and dumped, what Mr. Bison shot out, and a lot of Big Hornet bodies.

About half of it was shot down by Mr. Bison. Don't be afraid, old soldier.

"I'm so scared! I remember a long time ago!

Side by side with Mr. Bison laughing delightfully, I retrieved the bodies of one big hornet after another.

The Big Hornet is the same size as a seagull or as big as another turn.

It is quite compelling when the numbers are there because it makes an uncomfortable noise and thrusts in with Buun.

There were a total of 37 bodies here. I am anxious to see how much is in the nest.

I loaded it into the carriage as a few effects.

"Ooh! We're home! I got rid of the bees, too!

When Mr. Bison screamed in the village square, the doors of the houses opened and several children popped up.

This is followed by the grownups and the little children who seem to have been caught by the grownups not to jump out.

I guess the first ones to come out were the older ones among the kids in the village.

"Ugh! Awesome! Grandpa did this!?

"Hey, darling?

"Oh, you're an adventurer! That's right, Mr. Bison, I didn't know you'd bring me in that day."

It is already a fuss.

Me and Marl are surrounded by children and made into question-attacks, and Mr. Bison is proud to be admired by the adults in the village.

We revealed the night in the village today, and we talked about whether the exorcism would be good from tomorrow morning.

The Big Hornet seems daytime and very manly at night, but when you approach the nest with the lights, it's dangerous the other way around because it's going toward the lights.

Besides, they think there's a Big Hornet nest, and there's a nocturnal demon in the Night Forest.

I also thought that might be dangerous, but the nocturnal demons around here don't strike or vandalize the fields unless they go outside at night, so they don't have a problem.

Would this also be a kind of coexistence?