I slept well last night. I guess it's because I drank potion liquor first, which is full of my magic. Exactly. With 10% magic left to fly around the mountains, I tried to drink it reluctantly. It tasted bad to death. I've never eaten it, but which smells better: sur stremming or hon. offe?
When I woke up, I was recovering to nearly 50% with my physical senses. This won't be a problem.
After breakfast, Mr. Ahr came to the village chief's house.
"Then, village chief, I'm coming.
"Um, you can wait for this at last. Boy's magic turned him into a potion. I'd be glad to hear it.
"Okay. Let's go. Garlic, no, Curse.
"That's right. Curse."
Looks like you finally remembered. A threesome of young men came there too.
"Brother! There you are!
"It's going to be tough, but my brother will be fine!
"Come back safely!
"Well... I'm coming.
Me and Mr. Ar rode off on a misrill board from outside the village. The direction is north.
"You can fly whatever you want because I use a concealed shape.
Is that the elf cover? You can count on it. All right, let's bust it. Blue mountains stretching like waves everywhere. It can be a strange color, but it's basically green.
"How old are you, Mr. Ar?
"Oh, two hundred and forty. It's not so different from a margarator.
Super old!
Is Marie about that too! Though he said two hundred had already been exceeded.
"So who are the elders? How old are you, more or less?
"The elders are village executives. Strength is questioned, not age. I am also the last of the elders.
"Heh, Mr. Ar, you do it.
If we were talking about no other love like that, what would look far away...... Igdrasil?
There were a couple of them in the mountains. Though this one seems a little thin. So many divine domains?
"Are we getting there yet..."
That's right. Mr. Ar is flattered, too, hehe.
"Should I go down to the roots over there?
"Oh, it's built more or less similar to Fairwell Village. Get down in front of the gate.
"Yes."
An hour and a half. I guess it feels like North Northeast, not True North, from Fairwell Village.
There are about two gatekeeping elves in front of the gate. Oh, it's a pair of men and women. And they're both beautiful. You have an elf.
"Long time no see, Ardar Precht Silyrule.
"That was pretty quick this time. Are you a human being?
"Long time no see. Yes, I arrived in less than two hours thanks to this human being.
"They're all human. Call me Curse.
"You've come a long way, human. I'm Oltveen Giacomort.
"Sounds like you'll do it inside for a human. My name is Guillerine Glorios Cornelia. Strong men are welcome of all races.
Both beautifully shaped dark elves. One or a musculoskeletal, one or a black gal... and for an elf, the chest is huge. But I don't get a blue urge or anything in my mind. That could be dreary. But it's better than getting a dreary disease. No, no, no. What was I thinking before the first woman I met?
"Then take this guy to the village chief and do it.
"Oh, wait a minute.
"Come on over here. Welcome to the village of Somblair.
It seems that men go to the back of the village and women lead us somewhere.
"Is that from you at first?
"Yeah, it's from me. Regards."
"I'll do my best.
Mr. Ar and the black gal are talking about something. Mr. Ar will do everything he can?
"Humans, you're that way. Go say hello to Oltween and the village chief.
"I'm Curse. Mr. Dark Elf.
"I'm sorry. It's hard to remember a human name.
This is an elf. You got it?
"This guy is commonly known in our village as' Boy '. Call him that if you like.
Mr. Ar is... niggling again.
"Right. Boy. Look, Oltveen's here. Follow me.
"Okay. See you later, Mr. Ar.
What the hell are you doing? Speaking of which, you didn't ask what you were doing here.
"You kept me waiting. This way. Then, Ardarprecht, I asked for Guilletine.
"Oh. Tell the village chief I said hello.
"Then humans, let's go.
"It's Curse.
It's just getting troublesome.
"I'm sorry. It's hard to remember a human name.
How many times on earth have we had this exchange?
A short walk to the village chief's house. That's normal, unlike the village chief's house in Fairwell Village. Something about a slightly larger log house.
"Village Chief, it's a guest from Fairwell Village. The Ardalprecht Silyrule is at Gilletine's.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Curse.
"I've come a long way. I'm Ingeborgnajayolanda, the village chief. Now, what did you come here for?
You look a lot older than the village head of Fairwell Village. From the voice, is it a woman, a grandmother?
"I heard that this village is amazing at metal finishing, so I would like to ask for a variety of things.
"Ho? Like what? You'll get what you deserve, won't you?
"For example, this gem. Alexandrite, can you cut it clean and make it a necklace? And use this orihalcon for the chain.
"Ho ho ho. I'm not an unscrupulous guest. Which, show me.
Hand Alexandrite over and place Orihalcon in front of the village chief.
The village chief ascertains Alexandrite's touch or observes it in front of him. Spread magic and rub it on Orihalcon as well. Is it still impotent?
"Hmm. I don't know what to do. Shall I then show you the consideration?
"Then let's go outside. I've got plenty for you.
"Ho ho ho. I'm not looking forward to that.
The village chief and I, and three gatekeepers, get on the table. Come on, Magic Library's open.
"Ho, this is this. Wouldn't you do it inside?
"Looks like we have all the good stuff. Don't do it, human.
It's a hassle to correct now, so let's leave it. We can't remember each other's names.
"Once explained, this area is the spice from the southern continent. Over there are seafood picked in the Auster Sea and elsewhere. This Hydra meat is also the Ooster Sea, isn't it? So, this is called the Raoul Festival, a liquor made in the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Roland. Then around there are demon stones, right? It doesn't seem uncommon this way.
"Ho ho ho. This is stuck. I don't know, I think it's too much, but I still have my order, don't I?
"Yeah, there's more. Is that enough?
"If it's not harder than I ordered earlier. Are you going to kill me and the others by making necklaces out of Orihalcon?
"Please! If you need magic, I'll get it out!
Apparently, you can do it. How long will it take to fulfill it?