An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing here?"

You were surprised to hear from me at the inn!

Look, you're the young merchant who bought salt from us at the door of Surplast!

"Oh, thank you for your help then!

Because of this, we're going to have dinner together.

"That salt was a good product. The new dealer will be delighted. I'd like to buy again. Do you still have it?"

"I'm sorry. I sold it to you, so it's gone."

"Well then... Too bad."

"It was really helpful because there was nothing left for us back then."

"Good for you."

"You bought it off me at such an expensive price, didn't you? Did you make money?

"Haha. Actually, the money was out-of-the-box."

Laughing, flickering my hands.

"Top-notch merchants don't do unprofitable work. Everyone would have given it up for ten gold coins, wouldn't they? But I'm still running out, and it's my job to sell my face and grab new customers. There are plenty of customers who want me to sell salt. I sold that salt, not all of it, little by little, and I was able to connect with a lot of new customers. It was well worth more than the price I bought. Thanks."

So?

Salt. That price was pretty high now that I think about it.

That's a lot. Merchant.

"What are you doing now?

"You're a hunter. Thanks to you, we've managed to do it."

"That's amazing. Let me see your card."

When I showed you two cards, you were surprised.

"It's only been a month since then and I'm in third grade... Wow, you guys."

"Thanks to you"

"What are your plans for tomorrow?

"I'm going home to Surplast"

"I'm going to Surprist, too."

That said, I make a face that I have a good idea.

"Then I wonder if I could ask you to escort my carriage. Asking for it individually is expensive, and joining the merchant corps is expensive. A chick traveler like me has a lot of hard things to do. I can't give you much money, but I'll give you a ride in my carriage so you and I can have one gold coin... Is that too cheap?"

"Right. I think I'd be nice if we bought some salt, too, because we didn't have a carriage and we were going to walk home."

"Me, too."

"Then it's settled! No, thank God!

The three of us toasted and ate a lot.

I'm Faggot.

"I'm Singh."

"I'm Saran."

"Nice to meet you both!

The next morning.

"Patterned clothing with its leaves on it, it's amazing. Sure would be great for a hunter. Where can I buy it?

"There was a bit of a lot going on, sorry I couldn't tell you"

"Oh well."

I'm intrigued to see Mr. Faggot in our camouflage clothes.

"I like that hat too...... I wonder if you could sell it. It must be fashionable."

"This is our trademark, so when you sell it, you don't remember your name."

"What a name you're doing?

"It's Raccoonhead."

"That sounds like a tanuki head."

Ha-ha-ha. Mr. Faggot laughs.

No, or let's not.

"Where can I buy it?

"I had it made in an elf village. It's raccoon fur."

"Oh well, the first time I saw you, Mr. Saran, look, it's an elf. I thought it was rare. You two are from Elf Village."

"Right."

"Sin, you're human, aren't you? You've been well received by Elf Village."

Saran is dated "," why am I "you"......

"You picked up where you were lost,"

"That's all?

"They liked it good and I could have Saran as my daughter-in-law"

"We're a couple! We're a couple!!

Why surprise?

"... hey surprised. You guys look at adults and children... nothing."

Your mouth is a source of disaster, Mr. Faggot.

Until now, all this time, I've tried not to dare touch you.

Are you Shota? Is it your sister and Shota?

Do we look like that?

Leave me alone.

See, Saran's gonna come cuddling and thrilling from behind, isn't he?

Is it a newlywed appeal?

It feels good though.

"How flattering...... nothing. Shall we leave now? The sun will go down."

The owner of the two-headed four-wheeled carriage is Mr. Faggot. I'm sitting in the passenger seat of your podium with an M870 loaded with a backshot in my 18-inch slug barrel.

Speaking of carriage escorts, I knew it was a shotgun.

You know what a coach gun is? A coach is a four-wheeled carriage I'm riding right now, but that's what I used to call a horizontal double shotgun that an American station carriage vendor used to make me hold in escort.

It's a tough business to hit a robber with a shooting from a rocking carriage. But the only way you can do that is with a shotgun, after all.

Of course, Mr. Faggot is intrigued, because it's not for sale, is it?

I'll never sell it. That's all.

Saran, with his bow on his side, looks behind him in the front carriage.

Sometimes, I plan to take turns.

Mr. Faggot is just a merchant, and it's fun to say he has a good mouth, or so many stories.

Journeys are pathetic...

Actually, there's a few things I need to ask you.

"You pay for merchant information, don't you?

"Oh really..."

"Grab information quickly to make money, or lose money with false information. Only information is a merchant's weapon. Ha ha. But, well, if it's not about business, go ahead."

"Actually, there was an attempted kidnapping in an elf village before you came over here."

"... buy people"

"Probably."

"What happened??

"It's an attempt. The elf girl is safe. I don't know who did it."

"... well, I won't ask. So?"

"Do you have any idea what kind of dark slave traders are buying and selling elves, the nobles they're buying, the bandits they're kidnapping?

"Hmmm......"

Mr. Faggot thinks.

"Naturally, we merchants don't do that. Credit is more important to us merchants than money. If you don't have the money, you can do business, but there's no way you can take a job that would discredit you for the money."

"That's right."

"So getting your hands on that sort of thing would mean, ostensibly, a merchant who already has credibility"

"I see!"

"We do things wrong with each other. There is a strong relationship of trust between the merchants who sell slaves and the nobles who buy slaves. I mean, they're both already big guys."

...... It's a classic story from a time play.

Well, there's a reason why villains are always bad deputies and bad merchants.

Saran, who was listening, speaks from behind.

"There's a chance the hunter's involved."

"The hunter... I see. Breaking into an elf village and exposing a girl. It's not an easy job for amateurs."

"Do you have any idea?

Hmm, Mr. Faggot twists his head.

"There was a Hunter-style man in the tavern who insisted on asking the merchants in and out of the Elf village what was going on in the village."

"Really! What kind!

"He was hanging his head, big and tight, lowering his sword. Scar on the cheeks......"

Saran nods.

Yeah, there must have been one of those bandits I knocked down in Tokol's village.

Did you say Alan, the holder of the hunter card?

"What about the merchant you were talking about then?

"You're Mr. Murak. He is a veteran and my senior. He's a decent businessman who can be trusted. Mr. Murak said, 'There's no way I'm going to tell you this about an important guest! I said,' I didn't deal with him, but I think he was calling out to all sorts of other merchants to gather information about how it was going, the man."

When it comes to Mr. Murak, you naturally salute him.

I can see that you are trusted by Mr. Faggot.

"If it was Mr. Murak, I'd know too. Because he's a merchant in and out of the village of Copoli, and my sword was also bought from Mr. Murak."

"If Saran says so, I'm sure you can trust him."

"That's right. There's no way people are going to sell their swords to elves to kidnap them from now on. I can finally make a deal with an elf-like and there's no way I'm gonna ruin it."

"Oh well. Then maybe it doesn't matter."

Mr. Murak has not answered just because he was asked. The hunter I was listening to is already dead. I guess I'll just have to get into this.

"I'm in Surplus once in a while, but you're a traveling merchant, just like me. You don't know if you'll meet good things."

"But the only thing that means there's a kidnapping group, it's clear. Thank you."

"Service. If anything happens again, please escort me."

"Yes, of course!

At dusk, we arrive safely in Surplast.

You just crusaded the robbers the other day, so nothing happened.

"Thanks! Raccoonhead!"

You finally called me by my team name.

The reward was one gold coin, but I wonder if there were any more clues.

"Finally back, you guys. You stay too long."

I'm supposed to just go back and forth on my internship, but I was there for ten days after all.

Surplast's guild master, Mr. Bal, complained about it.

We're not hunters belonging to Surplast.

"I have more to say than the lord"

Wow - I don't want to hear it -!

"'Goblin's crusade, it was daunting,' and this is the reward"

Duh.

Wow, you're giving me money? Reward? What kind of blow?

"... what the hell does that mean?

"I'm too suspicious to take it?

The two of us don't pull.

"I know how you feel"

Yeah, nodding, Mr. Bal.

"You guys made fun of yourselves with topples"

"I don't remember"

"There must be. Lord of Topples, an envoy of great care from Count Fandel La Haxbal came to our lord, and said, 'I am suspected of leaving the hunter unpaid'."

"... no, I don't remember"

"The lord over there is many times better. It's the Count. The Viscount is paying me to step down everywhere."

"The verse that comes to mind is utterly..."

"Ha ha. I didn't even find out about you guys. Everyone else is happy. Take it."

Cut the seal on the leather bag you were given and look inside. Twenty gold coins.

Mm-hmm. A lot or less?

"Give me five gold coins. Guild Fees"

"Er..."

Saran protests also, "You can't help it, that's what it is. Who guided him through the Goblin's nest? It's me," Mr. Bal points to himself.

You have no choice...... Yes, I'll pay you quietly.

"I didn't give you the name of the messenger, but you said you were a hunter who did the extermination of the pigeon. You're the only one with that kind of work. You're doing the same thing everywhere you go, Sin. Now the lord over here will have punished you too. You're not a hunter guild, are you?

That's the thing. I want you to do it without the help of other lords and then be prestigious.

"Well that's good. It's information for Elf's sister."

"Yes."

"There's a story about one of our hunters being hung up on about whether to hunt elves or not"

……

"Don't stare. I just got carried away. Of course I said no."

"Who?"

"These are the team Elfans who were hit by goblins and are in therapy. We've lost our leader, and we're suspending Hunter's credentials. The members who were safe don't have jobs right now. I guess I got my eye on that. You came to me to tell me."

"Really..."

"I would have taught the rules that I would report to the guild if something seemed to suck. Don't ever talk to the hunters right now. They're drawing attention. Once you get your hands on it, you're in permanent exile. Do you guys have any information?

"I asked the merchant what was going on in and out of Elf Village. He said there was a hunter around. A man with a scratch on his cheek with his head and his sword down."

"... you're Alan. The holder of the card your sister brought you."

I'm angry. Mr. Bal arms up and shakes his head.

"So Alan and the others are missing, and they're trying to create a new kidnapping team."

"Probably."

"In this city."

"That's right. The closest thing to Elf Village is this Surplast."

"Who will be the sponsor"

"Exactly... Yeah, I don't know."

That's right......

"I'd like to speak to an Elfan member."

"Right. They live together in a rental house in this city. I'll draw you a map."

"I might have to do a job before I go back to the village of Elves"

"The more."

Yeah, do you honestly nod here?