Saran wipes his sword and nabs it.

I also took it out of the M870 of the shotgun I've been using a lot, with a pong su pong that pushes the shell latch and does the remnants......

"Mr. Blanc, are you okay? Did you get hurt somewhere?

"It's okay, Mr. Brave."

……

I was asleep, Mr. Blanc. Rise and shine.

"Hey, I'm hungry"

Ha-ha-ha!

You haven't had lunch yet!

When the three of us are sitting back and bawling, the noise can be heard far away.

I wonder what's going on.

"Maybe that dyno dragon is rampaging in the city. It's a magical sound."

"I'm scared."

"You deserve it. We'll let ourselves end this."

"Right."

"That's right. It's the stirrups that get involved any more."

That's what Saran says. Um, stretches out.

"It was a terrible country. But this could change this country, too, if the citizens are a little disgusted with the way it's done."

"I hope so..."

Neither the proud zombie soldier nor the subpoena dealt with just one brave man at all.

That's what many of the people saw first-hand. I hope the people realize that what the country is doing, it's wrong......

Mr. Blanc pulls out his sword.

"... but a good sword. I'm surprised it won't break no matter what you do."

"I would never break it to a normal person, but if I were a brave man, I'd probably break it."

Because it's Barr.

I wouldn't bend if I caught it on a heavy object and pulled it up and lifted it by the two of us. Barr is.

"No, it's because of the magic of weapon enhancement. But it still breaks. The sword breaks. We swordsmen are always searching for unbreakable swords."

"You promised Mr. Dowl, didn't you? Give it back, will you?

Bitter laugh at Saran's no push.

"I know. I know. Just a shame."

That said, Mr. Blanc had been looking at the sword the whole time.

I changed into civilian clothes and then walked to the nearby river plains, where I camped for another night, and then returned to the village of Tokol at once with Mr. Brambersh's transfer magic, which restored enough magic.

"How'd it go?"

"I managed to pick up my life. Thanks to this sword."

That said, Mr. Blanc returns his sword to Mr. Dowl, the blacksmith.

"I slashed two dyno dragons. Exactly."

"Dinodragon!? You've been fighting that!?

Mr. Dowl will round your eyes.

That would surprise you, wouldn't it?

"Uh, Sin, do you have a minute?"

"Yes."

The two of us will pull into the back of the workshop.

"Can't you get another one of those iron bars?

"Why is that?

"It's a sword I lent to the brave, thank you very much, I don't like it. Garbage. Rebuild it."

"Shouldn't we just hit it back?

"I still have a little something to try. Can you handle another bottle?

Nianya, nya, nya.

"... what the hell"

"Do you know what tundelle is?

"I don't know that word."

I bought another one of those bars from Magic Bags and I'll give it to Mr. Dowl.

"Yes, thank you!

Mr. Dowl, put the bar down and return to the brave.

"Uh, that sword. It's a failure. I don't like it very much. If you want it."

"Don't worry!

"Oh, instead, protect the world."

Why is this array? If the brave man uses it, he'll run out of artisanal profits, so be it.

Look - you're even nibbling at Saran, aren't you? I don't know......

"Thank you for your help"

Strangely, Mr. Blanc bows his head.

It's a river pier in the village of Tokol.

We're going back to the village with the canoe and the river dolphin we were connecting to. Here's a goodbye.

"All I can say now is that I'm rude to give you this stuff, but take it"

That's how you give me the leather bag. Well, it must be gold.

"If this is about rewarding hunters,"

Don't hesitate to receive it. It would be more rude to say no.

"Your powers are amazing. I can count on you. But the more I rely on you, the more trouble I'll cause you."

Exactly.

With such force, we will definitely have a reduced lifespan.

You will never be happier than you are now.

"... we won't even see each other again. You two live happily ever after in the village of Elves."

"Of course I will. Don't worry there."

"I'm going to have to take all my skills."

"That's okay. That's... It's the usual."

Mr. Blanc will get his right hand out.

"If anything happens to the real Demon King, I will definitely let him help me protect the Elf village. I promise."

"Yes, please"

"And I'll do my best to keep you guys out of the big case anymore!

I'll squeeze Mr. Blanc's hand.

"And Mr. Saran."

That said, I also shook Saran's hand.

"He's my best husband. Never let go."

"Of course. That's a big favor."

Saran, come on......

"Well, thank you for your help. Thank you so much!

With that said, Mr. Brambersh, the brave man, has disappeared.

Oh, boy, is it me, all this stuff?

"Sinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."

"Yes......"

"Only this time!

"Ha!"

Ugh, after all, hunters can't beat their wives. (* 1)

- - - Chapter eleven, END - -

* 1. Hunter and wife

The biggest obstacle to all Japanese hunters is their wives, not the bureau or the police.

If you're roughly the hunter's wife, there's no way my husband often thinks he's walking the mountain with artillery and shooting wildlife, and there's no one left and everyone wants to "retire from that hobby right now" for sure. You could die in an accident that might hurt you, I knew I was scared to have an iron gun, I'd bring the animal body and splatter it up in the garden, I'd try to feed you disgusting meat, and your neighbor's eyes would get together with something because the police would come to the house and park the patrol car when the permit was renewed, and more importantly, it would cost you money. I must admit that as a husband's hobby it is worse than this.

It goes without saying that Hunter is familiar with how important it is for his family to understand these things and to get his wife in a good mood.