Homeless Tensei: Isekai De Jiyuu Sugiru Majutsu Jisoku Seikatsu

When Karan and I open the door, the bell rings.

In the same tobacco-smelling store, Erna and Pero only showed their faces.

Non walks over to the counter and greets the shopkeeper who is smoking Xcel.

"I'm ready for this one. You can leave whenever you want."

"Just give me a minute. We have to suck it up before we travel."

"You fly away with a griffon. It won't take that long."

"You can't go down to the ground for hours with it. You can't smoke for me. An hour equals a day."

Rodman smokes and then carries the backpack he kept on the floor.

His son appears at the counter at some point, and he bows his head to the accompanying knots, "I'll ask for a jerk," etc.

Non nodded deeply before taking Rodman out of the store.

"So where is that griffon?

"I'm bringing you near the city. Flair and Liz must be taking care of us."

A point about fifty meters out of Marna.

Two black griffons descended on the ground with Flair and Liz on each.

Rodman, surprised by the warcraft that appeared, rushes to hide behind him.

"I've never seen a black griffon before. And it's like I really miss people."

"Thanks to my skills. You can touch it because it won't bite."

He touches the black feathers of the dreaded warcraft.

Griffon slipped his face with a sweet voice.

"Ha ha! I've never touched Griffon's body before!

"It's up to Rodman to ride. Just be cute during your journey."

"By the way, can we just have two heads? There doesn't seem to be any other creatures that can move around."

"They can fly on their own."

Rodman gets a little nervous when he emerges wings from his back.

This is my first time showing off my wings because I never had a chance to show them off.

Pero jumped on the other griffon and spoke to Rodman.

"Everyone can fly except me. That's why you can have two heads."

"Can the other three fly too? Now, I think it's a hell of a bunch of homeless people."

I smile bitterly at him with a smiley face.

As I knew, Non and others are now becoming untied by common sense.

It's only natural that things aren't normal.

It is a different world inhabited by a wide variety of races, therefore it is still critical and fitting into the frame, but sooner or later the day may come when it will be called outermost.

"So, the destination is Dartan Rock Country."

"That's right. Go underground in the Royal Castle to create the sixth treasure."

"It's easy to say, but how are you going to get there? I hear the king of dwarves hates humans."

"No, I just hate Royalty of Logus to be exact. I also have a little connection with the King of Dwarves. If it's as good as face-to-face, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Have you ever met the king? Oh, my God."

I just told King Daltan that I would give him permission to enter the basement.

For this reason I have also kept a letter from Dahl, the leader of the fangs of the earth.

With words from my best friend, the king shouldn't be able to go underneath either.

"Hey, it's time to leave. The sun will go down."

"So is that. Then continue after Non."

Members fly ahead of Noon.

Trying to follow him, the two griffons also flew, spreading large wings under the blue sky in the wind. It's a pleasant trip.

◇

It's been about five hours since I left Marna.

Beneath his eyes followed a wetland zone, and a wooden path built by someone stretched like a snake to the twist and horizon. The journey is going well with no problems.

Erna relaxes and takes in the view.

Pelo and Rodman also enjoy a peek under their eyes and an empty journey.

Liz is asleep with pillows and a fully equipped eye mask.

Flair was flying around freely and seemed comfortable with the wind.

"How does it feel to fly in the sky with divine power?

"It feels like you're pulling a string on your body forward."

Flair rotates his body in the air while answering questions.

From the edge, it's completely martial arts. Envy.

"I wish I could fly too. Envy."

"If you don't mind, I'll lift it with all my strength."

"But then Mr. Flair hugs me, right?

"Naturally. Because Moffmoff is what it's all about."

"I want you to hide the truth for a little while."

Pero looks down on the flare that makes his nose rough.

Non takes his pocket watch and thinks it's time to take a break.

Rodman spoke up there in good time.

"Hey, why don't you take a break? I'm hungry and I want to smoke."

"So is that. Let's go down around here."

The wooden roads are built at regular intervals with circular spaces that seem to be places of rest.

Non and the others decided to come down there and have lunch.

Remove the luggage from the bracelet and get to cooking.

I took out the potatoes first. I'll put yours in a wooden bowl.

Next, sauté the minced onions and ground beef in a frying pan and place them in a bowl with potatoes just after the fire went through. Add salt, pepper and milk at the same time.

After that, mix them together by hand and shape them into small pieces, then fry them in oil until they are fox in order of bread flour on the flour.

"That's a dish I've never seen before. Yummy?

"Try it and you'll see. Look, it's freshly fried."

"Which..."

Rodman piercing a fork into a croquette.

Keep it in your mouth and you'll say, "Ha-ha-ha!" and others reacted hypersensitively.

Apparently, it was too hot.

But that's the goodness of fried food.

The other four also have a satisfying grin if they eat croquettes.

"It's good to leave you alone. What kind of dish is that?

"It's croquette. Orthodox home-cooked food in Nong's hometown."

"So you mean you grew up eating this too?

"Don't be. Well, it wasn't like eating often."

"Hmm. But that's about as good as I can make it."

Unusual. I didn't know Elna would be interested in cooking.

Croquet is suitable for beginners, so wouldn't it be ideal for clumsy girlfriends as well?

And sometimes I want to eat some of my buddies' handcooking.

"If you're willing, I'll tell you."

"Really!? Then I'll make croquettes for the best!

"Only the rivals are cowardly. Me too."

For some reason, Erna and Liz teach each other how to make it.

Non tries to get rid of the two of them, but he stops immediately.

This could be convenient.

It should also improve the technology faster to make it compete.

That's why the two of us were to start making croquets.

Both start by working on mincing onions.

My personality was shown here as fast as possible.

Erna chopped up in a mess.

Liz imitates the way Non does it and cuts it fine and carefully.

After sautéing onions and ground beef, we go into the task of scrubbing potatoes, but here again the character of the two clearly emerged. Erna forms potatoes the size of grass shoes and throws them into the heated oil with eggs and bread flour.

Liz, by contrast, faithfully imitates the way of Non.

Shape into small pieces and properly add flour, eggs and bread flour before going into the oil.

When the two croquettes turn fox, Erna goes from oil to plate at once.

Liz shakes the raised croquette gently, cuts the oil, and then puts it on the plate.

"Then let's get you first from Liz"

"Perfect. Absolutely delicious"

Liz's croquette looks just like Noon's.

The garment also has a crisp finish, with an exquisite addition and subtraction inside.

I can only say that it is completely reproduced to the taste.

I just showed you how to make it once. What is this result?

"Erna's croquette is next."

"It looks like it, but be stunned by its taste!

What was served was a painful dish to call croquette.

The surface clothes have potatoes spilling out of the tear gap.

Besides it was too big, it didn't look like the fire was coming through to the inside.

If I put it in my mouth, I am gitting it with oil.

"My clothes are peeling off because I didn't put flour on them. Gitgit is because he hasn't dropped any oil. The flavour is… surprisingly delicious"

"Right. Others failed, but I was only confident of the flavor."

"I see. Did you add more onions to increase the percentage of pepper? It's got a sweet, spicy flavor and don't look good."

When she feeds Liz Elna's croquette, she changes her expression to tannic.

I don't speak the language, but at least I didn't seem to think it tasted bad.

"This is a draw."

"Hey, you win!

"Weird. The winner is me"

Two unconvincing people cram into a noose.

Besides, I'm telling you to check the flavor again.

In the end, Non was to be fed hundreds of croquets.

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"Hoo-hoo, my belly is heavy and I can't get to altitude"

"I used to eat just that one. You could have taken a break."

"No, I have a place to stay by the end of the day."

Non takes the world map from his nostalgia and gives it to Rodman.

It shows where it is a red circle.

"Though the village along the border between the kingdom and D'Artan appears to be marked?

"They say the village of Toto. I don't know the details of what the lord asked me to do, but everything is bred in large numbers by a warcraft called Matango."

"Matango, hey. I don't like mushroom warcraft."

"It seems that the village was inhabited by an ancient acquaintance of the lord, who had a request for rescue a few days earlier. That's where the white feather arrow stood, and it's called homelessness."

"So, you want me to clean it up as I head to Daltan? Good timing."

Sometimes this will happen.

Plus, the lord pays me in advance.

I mean to say that failure is unacceptable.

While we were talking about that, the wetlands turned into forests and began to see what looked like a settlement.

Perhaps that's the village of Toto.

It's a small village, as I heard beforehand.

Landing off to not surprise the residents.

Two griffons are ordered to wait in the woods.

"Kushi! My nose will muzzle."

Pelo sneezes and rubs his nose.

Other members were rubbing and sneezing their eyes as well.

There are many native trees here that resemble cedars.

Maybe it was time for pollen to fly.

"Let's just go to the village and let me know what's going on. Here we go."

The five other people besides Non are taking the handkerchief and holding down their mouths and noses.

Apparently the pollen is quite tight. I have tears in my eyes when it comes to Pelo.

Still, I could climb the mountain path and come to the entrance to the village.

but soon I notice an anomaly.

There's nobody here. I don't see a resident human being.

I knocked on the proper house door and there was a response through the door.

"... who?

"I am an adventurer who has been requested by Lord Marna."

"Matango, have you come to exorcise me?!?

"Mm-hmm. I'd like to meet someone who can talk to me in more detail."

Then the door was opened, and the old woman invited Nona into the house.

When she makes sure everyone has gone indoors, she locks the door in a padlock.

"Thank you for taking the time to get to the despicable. You should ask because your grandfather knows everything."

That said, the old woman leads us upstairs.

In one room there was the appearance of an elderly man lying in bed.

"Grandpa. Finally, Ryan is here to help us."

"... are you finally here? So how many helpers do you have?"

"Six. You must be an amazing adventurer."

The old man woke up physically and turned his gaze to the others.

White beards are stored under the nose and in the jaw in the muscular body of the bone too.

The T-shirt I'm wearing, I'm all ripped off and I don't look like an old man who was very much on the floor.

He gets up and his neck snaps cockroaches.

"Huh, I slept well. You don't just drink because you can't go out there. So you're the adventurers Ryan sent."

"It's a party to say homeless. Can you tell me more about it?"

"All right, then follow me. I'll show you what's going on in this village."

The old man wrapped his hand around his mouth and took the axe that was standing against the wall.

"Granny, give these guys some hand plush, too"

"Aye. You can hide your mouth and nose with this."

Non and the others cover their mouths with cloth, as they were told.

I guess it's a mask replacement.

I thank the old lady, then I go outside after the old man who leads the way.

The village was full of tranquility, as usual, not seeing people.

"Aren't you having a hard time breathing when you get to the village?

Noon leans to the old man's question.

But when I looked at the other five, they all nodded powerfully.

"This area is surrounded by Matango spores. If you inhale too much of that, you'll have symptoms similar to hay fever."

"I don't even feel the need to call for help if that's all..."

"If only the initial symptoms were necessary. Matango spores are highly toxic and if you keep inhaling, your body will become paralyzed to death. Just look at the body over there."

There was something dry where he pointed.

If you look closely, it was a man's body.

There are a large number of mushrooms growing from the mouth, with a number of blue fluorescent umbrellas open.

The sight of the creepy made me sweat cold too.

"They suck people's nourishment and grow. If he starts coughing, he's done."

"I see what's going on. So how do we get rid of Matango?"

"There's a ton of Matango in the place I'm going to show you now. I want you to drive them out as far as possible without the use of fire. If the forest caught fire, you can't live because of it."

Without using fire... on the contrary, you're saying that if you don't do the damage, there's no problem.

And the spores are troublesome. Anyway, the five of them seem terrible with runny nose and itchy eyes.

It may even be tough to fight decently as it is.

"Can you see it? That's Matango's nest."

The sight I saw guided by the depths of the woods.

It was a realm of mycelium that would never allow anyone to enter.

Light pink and green mold like cotton candy breeds everywhere, and the surrounding trees are corroded and decaying. Walking flat in it is a giant mushroom in blue fluorescent colour.

He is about fifty centimeters tall. No hands, no face.

A legged mushroom proceeds in footsteps with a pettan petten.

"Spores are thick in the nest. Covering your nose and mouth with a cloth is the limit."

"I see. So no one can kill them."

"Oh, the young guys jumped into the nest, but no one came home. I lost my hitter, and I decided to ask for help in a letter, remembering my nephew. So, you're the ones who came."

"Nephew? Are you the lord's uncle?

"Unique. I'm Ryan's father's brother."

I am heartily surprised by the unexpected connection between the lord and the client.

He wants to make an advance payment, but he wants to make sure he achieves the request.

It would be good. Why don't we make sure this job succeeds and reassure Kanzaki?

Non pulled out the sword of Sulai and Bulking.