Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

"Doctor, let's hunt the demons"

It's you again.

On the morning of the fourth day of drifting, the lady with the blonde vertical roll spoke to the noble man who was cutting the pulp of palm fruit with a knife.

"Hmm, now what's up? You got all your clothes, didn't you?

"Yeah, thanks to you, I could make a jacket and a skirt..."

Francois, who says so, wears two-piece clothing that resembles a school-designated uniform. There is a naive part to the design of the details, but from a common man's point of view it does not change to being a fine piece of clothing.

All female students wear the same thing as this, but is this not enough? Your Highness waited for François's words to follow, sipping a good spit.

"Now there was a voice to make houses and beds."

"Sorry, I was licking the nobles."

Suggestions come for making clothes and accessories. Guitar, who had just thought so, felt dazed by François's words that exceeded his expectations and closed his eyes with his right hand on his forehead.

Let's make a home. Let's make a bed. Noble Dai even began to have a headache in the idea of jumping one or two steps past the stage. He looked around and asked François, terrified, after making sure this was a deserted island.

"Uh, Mr. François? This is a deserted island. So we're in distress."

"Yes, I know that a lot... there were a few kids who would be sick if it weren't for the duvet"

"What?"

"There were other noisy people who said they could sleep on the beach, or they couldn't sleep much without a roof."

"Okay, okay. I'm gonna take a little Melissa, and they're gonna preach."

"Hmm? Did you call?"

By your side, Melissa, who had mouthed the fruit of a perforated palm and smoked fruit juice, was called by the name and turned to her face.

Behind that glittering expression, he felt some sort of bottomless madness, and François rushed to stop you.

"Ma, wait! Wait, Doctor. They are the best at what they say. Our first experience with wild boarding of course, shipwrecks, etc. It sounds good if you put the earth to bed and the night sky to the tent, but it's essentially wild itself. In such a situation, resting your heart is not a luxury… at least wanting a roof, wanting a bed is not a useless luxury, but a genuine wish"

Francois, who speaks of the distress of his students, is also a greenhouse-raised nobleman. Her explanation sounded imminent, never other HR.

But Guitar doesn't quite shake his neck vertically. The day before yesterday, teaching and mentoring [processes] to female students. for the collection of materials for clothes and cloths, their transport. All the while, it even accompanied the finished clothing presentation.

Though in distress, I don't want to crush any more precious holidays. On his face, it clearly said so.

"If you want a roof or a wall, why don't you just get on the boat. What do you think I or Yumiel pulled off a ship that was on the reef for and moored it?

Prior to your fingering, a cruise ship carrying students was roped to the shore. Even though the Magic Instruction Authority had stopped, the cruise ship was still floating in the sea, whether it had lost its function as a ship.

Ships of comparable height to three-story houses, although not extended to passenger ships, have a sufficient number of cabins to accommodate thirty students. There, if you pull the sheets made by the schoolgirls and fall asleep, they will replace the house and bed enough.

That's what you say in the dark, but François shook his face blatantly and his neck sideways as he loosened up.

"We've been flushed on that one. Perhaps the madness of the tide due to the Kraken resurrection is the cause of this drift... even if I know that, on that one, it will be flushed again. We have such fears."

"In two or three days, I can't do it."

Even without the trauma of being flushed offshore, Kraken is still lurking in the ocean. If you're on a sandy beach or a cove, it's still a deep part of the island's shoreline.

From the bottom of the ocean, shaking on the vault, a monster of a squid may loom. To the students who seemed unable to sleep at night when they thought about it, they were invaluable enough to say, "Stay over there".

"I can't help it. Do you want me to help you build a house and a bed? François, show them around."

"Ha ha, Doctor!

With his heavy hips up, Guido gave Yumiel the palm fruit he had and headed with François to the forest square.

Towards its back, an upright Yumiel, a sleepy, rolling loo-too, and a girl sat Melissa waving a small backup flag.

"Well, I'm going to make a home... but honestly, I've never made a home."

The day before yesterday, in the square where the female students were gathered, all of the two S. were gathered today. As if it were a blue sky class, noble daughters say a great deal about them sitting in three rows.

"Home, or if you're assembling a simplified tent, you remember. We used to help prepare the camp for the Knights' expedition."

"Oh, well."

Valerie, a red-haired boy knight, raised her hand and spoke to Noble University, who had her head behind her for lack of confidence.

The boy, who is turning into a fierce young man, has a wild sense of essence in his appearance, which adds persuasion to his statement.

He would also be able to build one or two tents. Having thought of it that way, Guitar leaned his neck toward a new question.

"Is that it? You can build the house, right? Well, I don't want it."

Build a house, make a bed. You should have been called for that.

He has been invited as a teacher and is actually in a position to serve as a lecturer. Yet it is said that the knowledge of architecture is sufficient.

Maybe I was brought in as a worker in good shape. Guitar University, whose fatigue the day before, remains at the core of his body, tried to put the students no, saying that it was no good cutting out trees in place of the boys.

"Focusing on Valerie, the avant-garde guys do their job. Other than that, they make futons, they make beds. Is that good enough for you?

"No, Doctor. We need teachers."

Precious people who decide to share roles with each other in an effort to somehow free themselves from this situation. But François laughs with a grin and tells him he needs you.

"Doctor, look over there. Can you see it?

"Over there? Hmm... Could that be you?

"Yeah, that's it"

In the middle of the island there was a low mountain, and from the forest square we could see the top and just a few slopes. The trees, which completely cover their mountain skin, spread their branches toward heaven and take no extra summer sunshine.

The deliberately swinging, glittering, vibrant green is, in summer, itself. There was a sight there that I deserved to call it a summer mountain this summer.

- Except some trees, without faces, though.

"Wood Golem...... No, Oak Golem"

If you look at it, the giant trees that look like trees have eyes, noses, and mouths. Too many creatures to say wooden sinuses and patterns. On the face, sometimes, I could even see the expression.

Oak Golem, a giant who simulates and strikes people in the trees of the trees, and a formidable enemy with a parallel level of 130 and a high arm power not commensurate with it.

Nevertheless, as this golem moves dull as it has rooted, there is no danger if we do not approach it. So much so that even the noble monsters who had looked in advance at what demons were on the island and, if necessary, exterminated them were left unattended. There is nothing more to be said about the dangers.

"You guys were, by and large, level 150. If that happens, you won't die unless you stick it in that herd or step on it. So, what's wrong with that one?

"Oak Golem drops good building materials."

"Oh, so?

"So let's build a house!

"You're an idiot, aren't you? I've been thinking about this for a long time, but you guys are idiots, right?

Your Majesty gave François all she could to spread her hands and talk about my home plan with a smile. No, I couldn't get stuck.

This is an isolated and helpless deserted island, not in the familiar school labyrinth. Once you die, that's where it ends. Like a school labyrinth, there is no resurrection.

Have students forgotten the natural logic that if they die, people will die, immersed in too much warm water? There is more anger than anxiety, and your daughters continue to speak.

"Look, no matter how low your opponent is, the demon is a demon. If you guys show me the gap, I'll kill you without question, and you won't listen to me beg for my life. There's a saying you stay away from the danger, son, but you're right. There are so many trees around, why would I fight and sell them to the Golem?"

Boy, I thought you were a lady, but I didn't think that was it. Guitar scolded the students without even trying to hide their frustration.

"Even adventurers die from the guy who showed greed. The guy who did the right thing had a good chance of screwing him. You guys want to follow those guys?

"No, Doctor. We're not like those people."

"Oh?"

Precious college that brings students to life. But instead of shrinking, they had grand breasts on the contrary.

"We know the strength of Oak Golem. I checked the levels in [Scan], and in fact, yesterday, I engaged the hell out of it. They know their power by themselves."

"Then you don't have to get close. You don't have to. You don't have to. If you're curious, Melissa and I will get rid of Luttoo, so you guys can build a house safely..."

"No. That shouldn't be it. We must not rely on our teachers. We have to survive the ordeal because we are in distress."

"What? What do you mean?"

Here at last, Guitar finally noticed one determination, shining behind François's eyes. No, it's not just Francois. The students are all turning their determined eyes to your greatness.

Noticed it, Guitar swallowed the overflowing complaint all the way and waited for François to continue his words.

"Fortunately, we met a teacher on this island. A former adventurer, the teacher taught us the art of living in the open air and was careful in terms of safety. Whatever we eat, what we wear, even our beds were taken care of by the teacher, and we were able to live an undesirable life in distress. But yesterday, when you were helping your teacher create clothes, heh, I thought. We're counting on our teachers."

The look of contempt that François floated would be for his sweet self. Without people, she feels humiliated against herself for not even being able to procure what to wear.

"It is in misery that the essence of a person emerges. Before going on summer vacation, the school director told us that. If that word is correct, relying on people is what we are all about. It's the real us who can't do anything without people. In fact, drifting on the island, we couldn't help but stand, and until I met my teacher, I was about to be crushed by anxiety."

François bites his lips with regret. Dorothea bites her back teeth off gleefully. Velvet with eyebrow roots on Valerie, who grips her fist even more.

Double the pride of man does not tolerate excessive sweetness. Being royal nobles, they were royal nobles, but therefore did not rely on nobility.

"Iron that is not struck is brittle, soft (yawdy). Hardship strengthens people, difficulty strengthens people. Now is the time for that workout. We dare to get away from the teacher's asylum, hit the wall, and get over it."

At the same time that François pulls the sword out of his sheath, all the students are surrounded by white light. From the personal containment space, swords, armor, helmets, wands, one after the other, appear and are equipped to their bodies.

"Even though it's a herd, the demons below the level. The teacher might laugh at what he's trying to do with all his stupidity. But this is our first step. It's an important first step to becoming an adult from a child. I called my teacher here to see it through."

The students, who broke down the line and formed a new team, march towards the mountains. Sound regular footsteps, they head for the Oak Golem crusade.

"Doctor, please don't get your hands on me, just keep an eye on me. That's what we do."

François, wearing pure white light armor, finally, walked out of the square.

Guitar, who dropped off his hindsight, stared silently at those whose students had left, as his godson had said.

And a minute, when two minutes passed. Guitar put his hand on his ear in a slow motion, short, [Cole] groaned.

"Hey, you guys, it's tough. The students are crazy enough to hunt a bunch of demons on their own. Grow up and stuff."

"Wow, it's youth."

"Um, chick wings are the preferred thing."

"It's been a lot harder than building a house... Ugh, they're drunk on themselves. It's hard, it's hard."

"... your husband. If there are casualties on them. '

"I guess it's gonna be my fault. Huh!! Yeah, damn it! You guys, I asked for their support!

"Rajah!

"Leave it to me."

"... no, sa-sa"

"Well, let's go! It's a sneak help operation to satisfy their backstretch desires so they don't hurt their self-esteem!

"Ooh!

Thus, in order to support the students, the nobles scattered all over the island.