Helping with Adventurer Party Management

parchment with several pieces of coded material that nearly chopped a thousand pieces.

Some missing sandalwood stamps.

That was all the evidence I could get by exploring the body.

Three inhabitants of the original farmhouse. Four suspicious men lurking indoors. One who was shot and killed trying to escape outdoors.

As an achievement in exchange for the death of as many as eight human beings altogether, I wonder if it fits too well.

Even in the mansion's office, the tragedy of the farmhouse, which became the scene of the raid, burned behind his lid and wouldn't leave.

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After returning Kilik to the mansion, he stepped indoors to grab some evidence.

Furniture that gets in the way from the beginning is less vandalized than I thought because it was being served outdoors or after the struggle.

It would mean that Kilik's raid was so quick and effective.

There was a small pile of dirt in the corner of the earth, and worn clothes peered from the collapsed part.

They buried the original inhabitants indoors to keep them out of the sight of the surrounding inhabitants.

I found that the small jar was left potted and left with a soup of wheat and beans.

Are these people eating as normal as they are?

It was an unpleasant find.

I don't want to notice anything in common with the people who killed people and kept living flat in the same indoors, etc.

The men were dead right here in the room.

At first glance, he wore the same clothes as a peasant, but for a hungry peasant, he has too many muscles with excellent stature.

Some men were able to resist at death, others had daggers in one hand.

I observed the dagger with caution, but it doesn't look particularly poisonous either.

Was that all the ambush unexpected?

"And Kirik's guy, he's got a big arm."

The four thieves are all dead broken by one shot with an axe at the same spot in the head.

He said it was one-on-four, but it was like treating him like a child.

The fact that there are no scratches on the body is difficult to perform a physical examination.

Try not to look at your head and explore clothes, sleeves, boots, etc.

It could have been hidden somewhere indoors, but you could have escaped on your own, so it's likely that you're sewing in somewhere in your clothes.

When I tore it up to the fold of my sleeve with a knife, I found a code that folded parchment paper from one pocket and a missing sandalwood stamp from the other.

Are these guys dead to hide this stuff?

Ridiculous.

There's going to be revulsion on the corpse, and on myself exploring the corpse.

Kenji, the priest is here from the church.

Fortunately, more than that, Sarah informed me of the visit of the Church priest before the thought ran in the dark direction.

That's it for the uncomfortable corpse verification impersonation.

Out the door, I dazzled the sun.

The sun was getting pretty high while I was doing the shady work.

He decided to give a round throw to the priest, who is an expert on the handling and funeral of the indoor corpse.

I didn't actually wave my sword, but I feel my strength and mental strength drained considerably because of the tension and emancipation from the morning, and the carcass fishing work that I don't care about.

These kinds of jobs (alas) are something I want the younger guys to do.

It's not my job to be a retired adventurer.

"Then I want you to contact the upper ecclesiastical level as soon as possible. There's not just one raid."

Maybe I didn't have enough oblate in my words because of my tiredness.

If you ask him to threaten you a little, the priest nodded repeatedly with a bright blue face.

In fact, from the upper ecclesiastical level, this becomes a sold fight.

Something like a piece of evidence is also in your hand.

Early reporting should reduce the risk of descending into future territory.

That degree of role (and every) would be something you could expect from the Church.

Now as soon as possible, I want to get rid of the smell of dyed death.