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After noon on the third day after leaving Alistair.

"I'm staying here today"

"Right..."

William, tired from a long trip, squeaks.

The first day I was excited to see the view outside from inside the carriage, but now I didn't have that kind of strength left and was looking for a place to rest.

The village of Wazzuria.

A small village that is long idle and feeds on the plants obtained from the nearby woods.

Thanks to an itinerary focused on speed, we will be able to reach Krashel, home of England, tomorrow, so we will be able to enter the empire the day after tomorrow.

The village chief spoke as he advanced the carriage to the centre of the village.

"This is merchant. What can I do for you today?

"I was allowed to stop by on my journey. If I could get permission, would you let me do business?

William comes to negotiations with the village chief with a crisp attitude.

I can't see how tired I was earlier, but as a merchant I can't go to the negotiating place with tired faces, so switching the look from scene to scene seems to be a must skill.

"Yeah, as for this one, I was bored during the winter, so the villagers will be happy. Let me welcome you."

If it is also a small village, people rarely visit it, not just in winter.

A handful of visitors are pedestrians, but pedestrians also try to stay away during the winter months.

Then more villagers starve for entertainment.

Proceed with the carriage as you are welcomed inside the village.

It was an empty house that was offered by the village as a place to stay.

There was no facility in Wazzurria that could be called an inn, and a large number of people were able to stay inside because it seemed like it was offered to merchants who visited on a business trip from time to time.

- Before dinner.

Everyone was gathered in the dining room.

"Hmm. Not bad. You're making money."

William was counting his earnings in Wazzurria.

The village bought the skins and meat of the beast obtained in the hunt and vice versa sold clothes and seasonings brought from Alistair to the village. The villagers also felt comfortable buying it when they realized it was something they couldn't prepare on their own.

I watched such a sight from a place away as an escort.

William, who said he had never been much into commerce outside, but he was good at negotiating relationships thanks to his firm help with the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce within Alistair.

"What about dinner?

"Right -"

The location was not provided with any food, etc., although it was provided. The village suddenly can't afford to have visiting merchants either.

"In the meantime, I'll offer it here."

Serve finished dishes from the toolbox (item box).

Even on previous trips, the meal was served out of the toolbox. We should avoid acting too prominently, but it was known among adventurers that we had special storage skills in the first place. There is no need to hide the toolbox now.

Ira showed her face in the dining room when she finished taking out the pasta that she had been pre-made for a number of people.

"Duh, what...!

However, he had put his hands on his eyes and was weeping.

"Gu... Sierra has entered a period of disobedience"

"What..."

It was the usual problem, so I go through.

Ira seems hungry too, so I can forgive her while she sits next to me.

"Rebellion period? What's this all about?

Mr. Freddy sitting across the street speaks the question.

Since Alistair is our daughter, a famous adventurer, the Sierra thing was also known among adventurers. Especially as some of the adventurers Ira was close to are genuinely adorable.

It's not a big deal.

It's bad that they asked me.

I can't believe you're just a long way from Alistair, but you've been back home until just before...

"I also know you guys have mobility skills as well as storage skills. I'm sure there's some kind of limitation, but you can do enough to travel between your home and home."

"Ah, yes..."

He was known for just seemingly overusing his skills.

Nevertheless, it is not strange to have one or two special magic tools given that it is a party with A-rank adventurers. As Rio was deluding me, I'll be deluding you in that direction.

"Ira was back at home until just now, and I regret it because my daughter Sierra missed someone else more than I did."

Not very people-friendly Sierra.

Sometimes I can turn my back on Ira, my mother, even if she tells me to come to me where others hold me.

Ira in shock and tears every time.

I should get used to it, but Ira, who drowns Sierra, has no sign of ever getting used to it.

"I thought Sierra was hungry too, but Sylvia seemed better than me and she couldn't even let me hold her..."

"It's..."

I miss Sylvia more than Ira these days because she's left more voicemail.

Eat the food in front of you with a lot of momentum.

Totally fucked up.

After a while, he finishes eating and returns to the room to which we were addressed.

"... how'd it go over there?

Change the subject because you couldn't watch.

Today Melissa and Illis were selling a variety of things to their villagers.

"Again, 'Altham's Bow' may be a difficult substitute for ordinary people"

If it is also a magic tool, it becomes expensive.

We only had the magic of the labyrinth, but we still couldn't imitate selling it at a low price because it could be weird if we didn't sell it at the right price.

Still, it was only one bottle, but it was successfully sold.

"Whoa."

"But we cut the price slightly."

"Ma, we don't usually use bows, it's better than letting them die"

Toolbox with all sorts of things left behind.

I was hesitant to release it once and for all into the labyrinth, so I intend to sell it if I get a chance.

"Well, you could have made some money"

"It's insignificant compared to what merchants make."

"Never mind."

We are not merchants.

I am not looking to make a huge profit from the exchange of goods. It's only part of the pocket money.

"It's early tomorrow, and for today, if I eat mesh, I'll decide to go to bed"

Two men are walking down the empty hallway without making any footsteps.

They both have their whole bodies covered in dark clothes, distracted by the darkness in the dark house.

When I head to a room, I pull the knife out of my sheath that I took out of my nose.

The aim is the young man sleeping in bed - William.

"I have no grudges against you. But this is my job too."

Swing it down to pierce William as one sleeps the knife while one guards his surroundings.

"I'm sorry, but we can't let them kill our escort."

……

The man gets upset when his suddenly appeared opponent grabs his wrist, which had a knife.

The all-black man in front of you - he's probably an assassin, but he seems upset about this extent. Then he's disqualified as an assassin.

"You..."

"Stay asleep."

- Doss!

Punch your fist into the assassin's belly.

Assassins are pretty well trained too, stronger than the average person, I guess, but not my opponent.

The assassin who was trying to pierce the knife collapses.

In the meantime, the other one, who was on guard around him, jumps up.

Grab the other knife with your hand and take it away.

"Become..."

I was thinking about being defended.

But assassins who didn't think they'd take their weapons expose them to deadly gaps.

Stun them the same way while they are doing so.

"Well, what's the matter?"

I'm pretty sure you took the request from someone from the assassin's words.

The target of the assassination is William.

"I just don't think the raid will end to this extent."