Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

On the street, the grassland that had lost its summer momentum spreads brown. It's an inconvenient season for bandits and animals to hide.

Animals anyway, bandits don't know when they're coming, and it's too little to wait under the cold for the patrol guards to find them.

Therefore, Anne said that there seemed to be relatively little occurrence of bandits in winter.

Well, I know the Empire, but it's not that different in the Kingdom.

And Anne closes.

"There aren't many people who like it and want to be active in winter."

Even though Helen said that, she didn't fail to be vigilant by letting her gaze run around her. "There will be wild thieves who have been pushed to the point of betting on one or eight..."

I brought it here, but I've never had to go without him.

I lifted a crossbow by my side. The strings are not set. It seems unnecessary in view of the current situation.

There's a shotgun, and there's two archers. As I approached, the twin swords of Thunderclap, I of Thin Ice, the Rose of the Swordsmanship Academy, and the great sword of Her Royal Highness intercepted me.

And Riquet, who would use it, was holding Krull's reins. There will be little time for this.

Everyone nodded on the wagon.

A chilly wind blows. It's not as cool as the wind that came across the lake, but the winter breeze is still cold. Still, Krull held on to the luggage truck.

Although Riquet is holding the reins, recently, it's only half-formed, and if nothing happens, just say "I know it on my own," and Krull goes down the street at his own speed.

If Samir or Helen spotted anything suspicious, Rikete would control the reins and Krull would slow down.

Recently, Riquet hadn't had to manipulate it, but he slowed down himself.

Well then, why don't Riquet stop grabbing the reins? I don't think so, but I can't give you instructions in case, so Rikete is in charge.

However, I think someone will do it because there is talk that other people would be better off soon.

It goes without saying that Diana was the first to raise her hand when this story came out.

Anyway, apart from the occasional cold wind, the dragon car that took us for a leisurely ride along the peaceful streets of the city.

"Oh, you're right."

Thank you.

A familiar guard called out as he approached the entrance of the city. Unlike summer and autumn mouth, they wore cloak-like cloaks from the top of their armor.

The cloak was adorned with a familiar sigil. Needless to say, it is the emblem of the Aymul family, the lord of this city. I think it is worn as a heat shield, but it does not show how much it is standing in that role and how cold it looks at all.

Maybe they have their own secret to winterization. I'd like to ask if I get the chance.

It's getting cold.

Well, be careful not to get sick from the cold, too.

Of course. So are you.

“Yes, thank you.”

As soon as I usually exchanged greetings, the guard who was on the street made an unusual seasonal greeting.

At that time alone -- "Relatively" would be a necessary precursor -- it would be peaceful.

I thought it was less crowded, but it was more crowded than I expected. It's not yet a full-fledged winter, and will the people of the city be prepared for it?

Krull's luggage carts were filled with crowds as he looked sideways at Lucy's ruthless, open-air old man, who was sneaking up on Lucy as she grew older.