Atelier Tanaka

"Here we are."

For the tenth time in my life, speaking to the people of the city, I managed to find someone to listen to me, and then arrived at the Adventurer's Guild. As much as I appreciate it.

I got the name right. A man named Mikael. If I don't have to die, I'm going to thank you properly.

"A quest. Quest."

It's like a bar in a western play, crossing a loose, double-open door into the guild.

There are many strong people in the store.

Giroli was seen. Seriously, I'm scared.

How can you cut me off to a stranger?

Gabble and head to the counter.

Standing there is Osama about my age.

"Excuse me. I'm an adventurer and I want money or something."

Tell him honestly with a skinhead and a macho.

"Oh? No way, Adventurer. Volunteer? At that age?

"Ha, sorry. At this age."

…………

Tacomaccio makes a difficult face.

"Well, write your name on this piece of paper."

"Yes."

Take your right hand out onto the counter and notice.

With that said, you still have shit on your right. Mercedes, your shit.

If they find me, I'm going to be certified crazy.

Keep your right hand in your trouser pocket because it's dangerous.

You didn't feel well in your stomach, you smell terrible. It stinks even over my pants.

"Hey, what's up?

…………

"... I mean, you, don't you smell something?

Stunned.

Shit.

But I discovered more pinches than that.

I don't know what to do, I can't read letters.

I can't write at last.

"Sorry, I can't read or write"

"Ah? Then say it instead. I'll take your place."

"Oh, thank you."

Unsurprisingly easy to avoid pinches.

Nod honestly and verbally convey your personal information.

There is no smell.

"What's your name?

I'm Yoshio Tanaka.

"What's your base?

"Right here."

"How old are you?

Thirty-six.

"What class?

"Class? Three years. Group A."

"... ahh? That's a class you don't listen to, huh?

"Ha..."

It's a class.

"Fair enough. And do you have any stunts or anything?

The exchange is terribly appropriate. Strong face, Macho bastard. I don't want you to face your opponent for long. I guess they don't like creepy middle-aged people like me either. If I were in the same situation, I'd hate it, and let's just get this over with.

"Uh, computer? That's about it."

"Computer?"

"Yes."

"... well no, it's a computer. Computers."

Some answers filled the blank space on the paper placed on the counter.

Apparently the reception is complete.

All right, here's your guild card.

"Hi."

They gave me something.

Plates made of metal. About the size of a trading card.

"Don't lose it."

"Yes."

"After that, come hunt in the woods properly, even goblins. If that's uneven, pick some herbs. Both are bought out by the Alliance for the right price. That's what you can do in Rank F."

"Okay."

"Bye."

The receptionist also takes his gaze off here appropriately. Macho.

Apparently, it's over.

Then it doesn't make sense to stay here any longer.

Let's go see the goblins and herbs in question.

◇ ◆ ◇

I left the city. I was able to get out when I left.

When I come in, I say that if I give out the card I got from my guild, I will be fine. Once you get into the city, you seem to think your identity has been covered. It's a monkey, monkey. Maybe I can't help it because of its size as a city.

Then I walked for a while.

Towards a bush of trees that can be seen far away.

Then we'll get there eventually.

"... the woods"

I got to the woods. Forest. Forest.

On your right you still have your cunt.

Keep dressed.

"Find herbs."

No, seriously, my cunt sticks to the herb I collected as it is.

That's not good.

Purchase price, could drop grossly.

"I hope there's a river or something going on."

Wash your right hand first.

And then my throat dried.

"I want to wash my clothes now, River."

I want to wash it. I really want to wash it.

Because there's blood on it under the influence of DQN assault.

Going into the woods.

Walk through crisp and rotten soil.

There's just no river.

It's hard to find.

I've only been walking for an hour, and I've rarely gone up a stray.

"... I should have been careful."

It was tough on desk workers. On second thought, it's been years since I've walked outdoors unpaved by asphalt. I don't think I've had the experience of spending more than an hour outdoors in the last decade.

"Inevitably..."

What should I do?

I don't even know which way the city is.

The healing magic healed my leg fatigue but did not quench my thirst. I'm sure you won't even be able to heal your hunger. Someone said there was no more painful way to die than starvation. It's dangerous to stay like this.

Drinking water and food over goblins and herbs, above all compass for heading to the city.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Thin, barking forward.

Then I discovered it looked like a goblin ahead of me.

"Ta-da."

"... d, ningen..."

Looks like they noticed this one too.

I just didn't attack you without question.

The reason is probably injury.

This goblin is injured in the leg. I have a big laceration in my thigh.

"Ugh, this is hurting again."

"K... cocomadeca..."

Even with a sword in his hand, his knees are gushing and shivering goblins. Heavy bleeding to underfoot is a blood pond. Leave me alone for a few minutes and I won't be immune to shock death. Even now I think I can take it down if I poke it with a stick of wood rolling over there.

But that's heartbreaking for a boulder.

"There you go, goblin. Make a deal."

"... Trihiki?

"I'll fix that injury, so you can show me where the river is."

"Nan...... dat......"

"Can't you?

…………

Wounded goblins that give you a little thought.

However, you must have realized from the condition of the injury that it wasn't long ago. You don't even see your eyes well, you're blinking. Death is in full swing. Assuming I lose consciousness now, it seems like I will never go back.

"Idalow......"

Nod early and respond.

Great choice, Goblin.

"Oh, and I guess I'll betray you later."

I'm the Holy Knight here and I'm looking at myself with one painful shot in the eye.

Well, you'll be fine.

I wouldn't have done it if I didn't.

In that case, it would be wild death, and the results would remain very unchanged.

"Let's go -"

Wounds. Blocked. When I think of it, lacerations that block me as I see them.

Heal your goblins with healing magic.

I don't know exactly what kind of name magic it is, but this is a big deal.

"... Injury... Naotake"

"This must be it"

Stop remembering where the wound is completely blocked.

"Collega...... Kaifukumahou...... Nanoka"

"That's why I need you to take me to the river."

"... Wakatta"

Journey is compassion.

That's how Goblin guides us, traveling all the way to the river.

◇ ◆ ◇

Arrive safely in the river.

Conveniently, rinse the right-hand manure, which was only a few hours of friendship, into running water.

"Ah, finally farewell to this smell, too."

Then I decided to wash my pants and shirts and clean my body. If I dropped the adhesive blood, and I paid for the water, I could wear it a lot.

I don't feel comfortable staying damp, but I can't help it all.

"Thank you, Goblin. Thanks to you."

Thank you as you gobble through the river water.

"... Kali, Kaeshitada Keda"

"By the way, if we go down this river, do we follow people?

"Osorak, Tsuk. Human nomati...... al"

"Right. Then I guess I'll be safe home."

After cleansing his body, he stood to the point of survival. He'll be blamed for everything. I kind of have the energy to live.

"... Ningen, Nanisinikita?

"Huh? Me?

"Souda"

I, Busamen, drink the water from the river in my hand in a knee-jerked position on the river plain.

Goblin stands beside him and talks to him about it.

"I'm here to pick up some medicinal herbs, I was lost"

"Yaksoo or Solehananda?

"Maybe, but when you brush it down and apply it to your wound, it's the grass that feels soothed"

"... narhod"

Then. Let's hear it.

"Aren't you growing up around here like that?

"... Haether"

"Oh, really?

"Chotmattero"

"Oh, hey, where are you going?"

Goblins whining briefly and walking everywhere.

As I was told, I decide to wait a minute.

But the temperature was good. Currently, the neighborhood has a climate reminiscent of early summer Japan. Even wet shirts and trousers thanks to you will not feel very cold. Instead, I've been walking around extensively and my body is warming up. It feels soothing and comfortable.

Ah.

Uh, uh.

Often wait out of hand.

Goblins came back after just a few minutes.

"... Colleda"

There was a lot of grass in his hand.

"That's the herb?

"Osorak. Tubusites, nults, kiznonaori, hayakunal"

"I see. It's not a surprisingly distinctive design."

Feels like I doubled the leaf part of a four-leaf clover.

Clover of eight leaves.

"... here, yall"

"Huh? Will you? To me?"

"Souda"

"Are you serious? Thanks!"

"... Tusketekreta, Leida"

"No, no, no, you're a good goblin."

"Goblinha, Goblinda. Yoimo, Walimo, Nye"

"Right. Well, for better or worse, you're you. Thanks."

Goblin was given the truth.

I'll study.

"Kinisluna"

I am further handed a bunch of herbs.

I took it honestly and put it in my pants pocket. Fortunately, I'm wearing cargo pants. Large pockets in the crotch area thanks to it. Carefully close the leaves there to avoid damaging them.

"No, no, thank God"

"Deja, me, Mowfrog"

"Oh, oh, thank you. Bye bye."

"... bye bye"

When I waved my arm, so did Goblin.

Oh, my God, Goblin. You're a good guy. Either this is the nature of Goblin as a whole, or this individual's characteristic. But there is no mistake in the fact that he is friendly in front of us.

Good for you. Don't take the goblin crusade request.

Let's just say we narrow it down to one herb in the future.