Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Several rows of carriages pull their luggage as they make noises with Goto on the country road in the gentle sun.

At first glance, it only looks like a line of interstate merchants going back and forth between the city and the city, but if you see what you see, you may feel a small discomfort.

The carriages are all wooden four-wheeled carriages that are sturdy.

The luggage truck is loaded with a glass of luggage, and next to you and on top of the luggage, an armed man glances around without alarm.

Intercity merchants are a business often taken up by those who retire from adventurers.

Anyway, there's a lot of danger outside the city. Only your own force guarantees the safety of the roads that connect the city to the city.

It is also a group to be called armed merchants.

There's one in that carriage line, one carriage with different exteriors, mixed.

Unlike other carriages, which prioritize loading and sturdiness, they have an overall idle appearance.

First, the wheels are thin and light. Evidence of good craftsmanship.

Besides, the horse carrying the carriage has a good physique and hairy hair. I guess he eats good straw and occasionally even beans and such.

He must have a specialist graduate and also be cleaning his hooves and brushing his hair.

In short, mistakes are not carriages of a nature accompanying street merchants, etc.

Farmers and adventurers who went wrong with the carriage line rumored to each other about what kind of nobility was on that carriage.

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"Church has money."

It's good to be comfortable traveling, but I'm not comfortable with anything.

It was this categorized golden carriage that picked me up when Michelino said he would tailor the carriage at the church for safe travel.

"Amazing chair, isn't it? Wouldn't you be mad if I defiled you?"

Speaking of carriages, me and Sarah, who only have about the luggage carrier experience, are sinking in surprise as they shrink into a velcro cushion and a cotton-packed sofa.

"Look, I even have a costume in the box. With good hand-wounding."

Out of hand, when I opened the box at my feet, it contained a clothes-like costume for the deputy.

Sounds like some kind of apology fee, combined with the carriage arrangements.

"Wow, wow! Looks like a nobleman!

As I let the costume spread lightly in the carriage, Sarah raised a gorgeous voice.

Shaping like a pair of aristocratic and clergy clothes certainly looks better than the old clothes I've bought before.

I prepared something unashamed as a deputy's clothes, I suppose.

I only found out how to see the bright blue and black dyes in my eyes, the gold and silver stitches used at all costs, the gold and silver buttons and outfits at the stronghold, etc. that it seemed like gold was on me.

"I wish I had Sarah's share."

"Well, I don't have a choice. Because Kenji is a deputy!

Sarah says without giving in, but she also thinks that a beautiful costume should be worn by her young daughter, and that she can't help but adorn Osama like me.

Running for a while, your man signaled, "It's a break ahead".

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When you park the carriage line in an open place of sight, circle in a carriage to rest.

That's how the city merchants build safe camps against monster raids and then set fire to them and rest in the center.

If you don't cook while it's bright, it's dangerous on hand, so cook the dishes together for everyone before sundown.

I haven't run a day from the city yet, so I can afford a lot more water barrels and materials for my carriage.

Nevertheless, not all that elaborate dishes are made. It would be some sort of soup or wheat porridge.

When a large pot is prepared and wheat or garlic is thrown in, it smells pretty good around, albeit where you travel.

"Oh, I usually catch a rabbit or a bird."

Earlier, when Sarah was pushed back to "no dangerous imitation" in an attempt to get the bow out of the camp with one hand, she unfortunately pointed at her mouth while doing the trick of shooting the bow.

"That meat was delicious."

When I was an adventurer with Sarah, I baked and ate ravens and birds that Sarah had shot with her bow in the woods at the request.

There were many rough jobs that were painted on mud and risked their lives, but I remember the taste of what I ate wondering even if I forgot what the request was about.

In the heavy rain, the bitterness of a firm bread desperate to keep your body warm, the salt gas of cheap dried meat eaten while scorching your fingertips wondering if it would taste better if it was broiled on fire, a biscuit with a knife sharpening the moldy areas on the outside...

"No, I don't have any memories."

The taste of memories is said to be beautified, but on second thought, I eat better rice now than I did when I was an adventurer.

"Right," Sarah agreed uncommonly.

Though if it was decades ago, I would remember and be deluded.

The guys in the workshop left in the city scrubbing moderately seasoned juice wondered if they would be eating proper rice.