A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

"I'm the bravest man in the village, and if you look at me, all the women sometimes. Turn up your skirt, it's approaching ~ ♪ I don't have time for the nani to dry ♪

The hunter Jinga sings with a singing out of pitch.

Although the lyrics are neither literary sensitive nor even tactful, the person singing seemed to enjoy it. But you must have suddenly remembered that your companion had a woman.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.

And when I put my head on, I sang out another song.

"You're a genius hunter, and you shoot through a hundred miles away. That girl's heart will be pierced."

This time there were no unproductive expressions, but still none of them were literary.

"That's what Ichii's popular song is all about. Simple lyrics, simple melody is why they tell the story"

Renamaria affirms.

Indeed, Father Vandal, the god of sorcery, also said. It's often more in people's hearts to say a word that ordinary people casually crush than a famous sentence that geniuses spent a thousand days working out, he said.

Difficult representations of noble books such as those read by magicians are certainly not what you would like to speak of in a bathroom or forest trail.

Walk Zinga's singing instead of BGM and the forest opens up.

"Is that the village of Master Jinga?

"Probably. Barca Village? You're more serious than I thought."

Zinga, who was listening to me and Lunamaria, enters the conversation.

"Come on, you're rude to take people's villages like Mijinko"

I didn't say that far, but it was rude to say that it was indeed small in front of the people who lived there. Apologize. Then Jinga laughs, "Ha ha."

"You're as serious as ever, Will. It's not like I'm apologizing. It is true that it is small to that. So it's not a village that sells size. You can make more of a fool of yourself."

"That's just..."

Renamaria listens. I guess I know how big it is with the sound of life.

"... a village of fifty people."

"Correct, young lady. The population of the village of Barca is fifty-five and one.... Ah, five or two. Because last month, the couple across the street hustled and had more kids."

"Even Mr. Zinga has enough population to grasp the exact numbers."

"But I'm concerned about that, but, well, yes. It's a really small village."

When I say that, I point out the sign at the entrance to the village. It was written as the village of Barca.

"As the sign says, the name of this village is Barca Village. It's the only village in this forest."

"Why is there a village in such a depressed place?

"That's because the villagers here are different."

And it's a lying zinga, but it also explains it properly.

"Truth be told, Baba is going to scold me, so I'll explain it right, because the inhabitants of this village are forest people"

"Forest people?

"That's right. Forest people are people rooted in the forest. They're in the woods everywhere, but they reject civilization and only get food from the grace of the woods"

When I say that, Zinga pulls a bow and poses. Highlight the musculoskeletal areas.

"Wear fur like this that looks stinky, pull a bow, and get prey. He sells it off to merchants outside the woods, buying iron products from the outside, buying cereals."

"It's a forest people."

"Right. It's not popular to barter at this time."

It's a sighing zinga, but he doesn't hate this kind of life either.

"Once, I ran away from this forest, but I came back in about a year. Outside the forest was full of excitement, but I feel busier outside the world if I get used to this forest time. It looks like I'm a city guy, but I guess this life suits me better."

Regardless of what it looks like, the fact that even bright men like Jinga didn't fit outside life makes this village a very good one. I could deduce that.

It is indeed a small village, but everyone who goes on the road is kind. He doesn't look disgusted when he sees me as an outsider, but greets me with a smile.

The kids were running around there having fun.

It was clear that a different amount of time was flowing than in the Wang capital, which had stayed until the other day.

Mouth such observations, Renamaria also agrees.

"My birthplace was also such a small village. You can't live in abundance, but you can live rooted in the earth. You can have a life wrapped up in nature. Some scholars said," This kind of life is called slow life. "

"Vandal, my father said the same thing. Stress free is what counts. Stressed mice and not given mice, they have a double different lifespan"

"Right. If we can stop the demon king from resurrecting, we want to spend the rest of our lives in a village like this."

"Right -"

And I easily agree, but I realize that's like saying, when the demon king thing is cleared up, let's get married. It could have sounded like a proposal.

It just embarrasses me and makes me blush, but Renamaria doesn't notice my complexion. - I just notice the heart sounds.

"Master Will, you seem to have a severe palpitation, what is it?

I've been asking.

I can't say I imagined you as a bride. So point out the right building to cloud the tea.

"... that house is the biggest. I think it's the village chief's house."

I guess I was right. [M]

"Will, you've noticed."

Zinga said she laughs lavishly.

"Even so, it's big enough to grow hair in an urban pigshack. It's too crude to welcome the Mother Earth witch to the sons of the gods, but, well, take your time thinking it's your own house."

To say such a light-hearted word, an old woman emerges.

She puts fur together too. There was a tattoo on his face, but he was hiding with wrinkles.

"Holy shit! Jinga! If you tear up the village chief's house like that, you'll be punished."

"Are you afraid of divine punishment, hunters, etc."

When Jinga flatly returns it, the old woman snarls her nose "Hum". "Well yeah," he continued, looking at me better.

"Who's the boy there?"

I bow my head deeply and introduce myself because my gaze fits.

"It's called Will. I'm from Table Mountain."

"This guy is the son of the gods. Dear Baba."

Zinga supplements with a tap on her shoulder. Master Baba opens his eyes.

"Oh, my God, are you the son of the gods"

"Yes."

"God... you don't seem to be. Son of man."

"Yes, God picked me up when I was a baby"

"I see, the gods raised the Son of Man"

Convinced as she was good at it, the old woman opens her mouth and smiles. Several teeth were missing.

"The son of a man raised by the gods saved the best of the Balkans."

"Right. He's the one who owes my life."

Zinga explains the situation.

Hmm, and a nodding old woman.

"I see. Such a thing. I mean, not only did this boy save you, but he could make you rich in this Vulcan village."

I'm guessing you're referring to the Bercell Bull you knocked down earlier. When she calls the young man in the village, she orders the body of Bercell Bull to be recovered.

When he finishes his instructions, he looks at me again and bows his head.

"This thing has no blood connection, but a man like my grandson. Thank you so much for saving that life."

"When we're in trouble, we're with each other."

"Plus I appreciate you knocking down the big Bercell Bull. If we had left them alone, there would have been a great deal of damage to the village."

"You can sell fur because you took it down without hurting me."

Zinga that makes wasabi with garlic and fingers. "Uhm," the old woman nodded.

"For this village the demon is a disaster and at the same time a happiness. Because you can sell that meat to get food."

"Baba, the village chief, liked you. They'll entertain you at the village hall."

The village chief also agrees with Zinga's words.

"Naturally. I'm sorry for the spirit of my ancestors if I returned it without entertaining the benefactor of the village."

I don't want to feel narrow on my shoulders in the afterlife, the village chief declares to host a banquet.

"Treat the brewery with the momentum to empty it!

The women who remained in the village smile.

"Master Baba has forgiven me!

"I'm going to have Bercell Bull's meat now. I won't spare you!

"If they think Barca Village is an asshole village, it's a disgrace to the last generation!

Downstairs is a toddler girl, up there is an old man about a village chief, and women of various ages wave up their fists. They seem to give us the utmost hospitality.

Thankfully. We decided to take a seat to reward them. [M]

The choice seemed right, and a moment later, the smell of deliciousness stands up.

The smell of extremely thick bacon burning tickled my nasal cavity.