"D...... dragnil......"
"Why are you here..."
"More than that, this corpse..."
Georg, who gets slightly uncomfortable with the villagers who start bothering, doesn't have the option of walking away here. We have to eat and rest and have a twist of time to think about future policies, and this pile of corpses will not stay the same.
"Uh... I'll just briefly explain the situation. I'm wandering for a reason, craving food, and I just happened to notice that I came here earlier, but I found these guys trying to raid this place, so I knocked them out, that's all."
It's just an attitude that doesn't say how annoying it is, but it doesn't change the fact that it's annoying.
The villagers seemed bewildered for a while, but the representative figures began to gather everyone in one place and talk to each other somehow.
< Is that it?......... is there some kind of suspicion of a selfie or something?
It is true, though, that the timing of these (bandits) raids was beautifully worn.
But it is soon reminded that it was a matter of concern.
The villagers have finished their consultations or line up side-by-side in front of Georg. By then, both the people who came out concerned about how things were and the number of joiners had increased, to nearly thirty. And.
"" Thank you for protecting our village. ""
Lie flat on the ground and bow your head as you say so in unison. That's enough momentum to rub it on the ground.
"No... could you lift your head?
"" Ha-ha-ha ""
< Why lower deeper!? Are you going in? Do you want to get into it?
I was made to experience with myself whether this was a human reaction to the existence of dragnyl.
"... if you're so scared, you can't even talk..."
"Please continue as you are"
"We worship your honor…"
"I fear so much..."
No more. These guys.
"Good, I'm saying. Come on, let's bury it."
At the earliest, it's a threat, but if you don't, you have to raise your head.
To Georg's words, the villagers also finally raised their fearful faces. The expression is uniformly blue. I can't tell if it's fear or anxiety, or because of the corpse behind me.
"In the meantime, I'll take care of this body. And I want you to separate the permit for a couple of days' stay from a little food. I think it would be worth some money to sell armor like this..."
That being said, when he showed his wearing armor with a cone, one of the villagers turned the blue face even bluer and shook his neck to the side.
"No way, I can't get that stuff!!
"Mm, isn't that enough"
"There is no annihilation!! Just look at it like that. Nice armor, too..."
"What, don't worry, it's not worth a lot to me. Scales, plays while blinking."
Georg says so, but that's not actually what the villagers worry about. Dragon scale armor. It is the destruction of a pure dragon and the loss of material and technology to refine, and the only thing that exists is to count it in one hand. And the armor has a legacy of withstanding all attacks, even powerlessness of magic, and much favor to those who wear it, and there was once even a war over ownership of that armor.
Not to man, even if it equals worthless for Georg. It is also a mistake to say that the knowledge and values given to Georg are only harmful because they are as dragnils.
And that's also the real reason the villagers so strongly reject it. You can't afford to be given something like that. I probably can't even price it to sell, and the fact that I own it just leaked somewhere, and I don't know what's gonna happen.
The state's coming out with soldiers and demanding that they give it to me, that's about it, not yet. The bad news is that people are likely to show up trying to get out of the country.
If such appears, such as nobles and merchants, bandits and other nations, this village will perish. Because there's no reason to keep the witness alive.
"Stay down, please. Please forgive me..."
It is therefore a plea.
"That's all they say..."
Everyone would have shared the air of relief that flowed when Georg said that, except for the culprit (Georg).
And the culprit once again haunts his head.
< I don't like being applied unilaterally... Anything else?
I look around thinking so. Simple, or tedious houses, with fenceless grounds rather than walls, fields in distorted shapes that were also hard parts of rocks and ground.
<......... can we do this?
Even if there is no object, there must be something that can be given by force.
"Well, I have to get everyone's approval for that first..."
I look over at the villagers whining like that. The same uneasy look.
"All right, can you get us all together tomorrow, at a bright time?
"Do you want to...?
"Oh, I can't think of any other consideration that I can share with Raw Hate. So well... what, let's at least call it a heartfelt endeavor, or help make life a little easier. Do you mind if I do?
When asked that, the villagers were confused to look at each other.
"I'll tell you more tomorrow. Can you just lend me a bunk for now?
"Ha... ha?... then, uh... Derrick, did you have any extra blankets?
"Huh?... hey, my son's gone to the city the other day"
"Then let me lend you that, the place is the biggest with me, so make it there...... you know, Lady Dragnil"
"I don't care if it's Georg or Stanford."
"So... So, Master Stanford, please rest at my house tonight. It's a narrow, dirty place..."
"What, this one is sweet to the liking, no complaints"
"Or... I'm in awe... then come here"
A man who said so and stood up walked out to lead Georg, and Georg followed it.
Thus, the night of Georg's first day in the other world went even further.