How To Live In A Different World

That afternoon, in a large room with a fireplace in the village chief's house, the four of us and the village chief and the three hunters surrounded the table to begin discussing future policies.

Mucha is sleeping on the couch in front of the fireplace, wrapped around the togro and looking soothing.

In the middle of the table is a map of a big mess of villages that I've made.

"I can't believe it, can you tell me where Kobolt has ever appeared?

I asked the three hunters introduced by the village chief the day before.

"Uh, yeah, what Ode knows is that along the street, Coco, Coco and Coco... And the village, I need this forest in the north."

One of the hunters points to the map with his finger, and I paint about forty battens with a little ink on the pen.

"By the way, what was the situation?

"Oh, then, it's all hiccup. Not yet. The merchant who was attacked and the adventurer of the escort were slashed to death by a metta. They were stripped off and loaded with wagons, and there were no horses."

I write the situation directly on the map.

"By the way, do you remember a date or something?

"Yeah, well..."

The three hunters recall the date, saying so.

And each hunter put his finger where the batten was, and each time I wrote down the date and the damage.

From that story, it can be seen that the raids are not only carried out by the merchant corps, but also by a wide variety of general adventurer parties, villagers, etc.

It can also be seen from the map that the damaged areas are relatively common along the streets and are happening around the caves of Kobolt from the distribution.

Though it was almost a year ago that appeared to be the first raid, it has been frequent a couple of times a week these days.

"... I know it's rude, but is this village so businessmen stopping by?

I asked the village chief a little reluctantly.

The village chief often remained silent, but began to talk as if he had decided to.

"That's too bad, I don't really come to the village here. Come on. Most of the merchants don't stop by the village, go straight down the street to Alcaine. Come on."

"Alcaine?"

This is the first city I've ever heard of.

"Brother, Alcaine is a big castle fort city about the same size as Bales. Near this village, all kinds of city paths converge to become one, connecting to Alcaine."

Cain slapped me in the ear and told me softly.

And the village chief went on to talk.

"That's right, and this request comes from this village. Then you can't charge this much for the request. That's why I asked the Alcaine Merchants Union to help me out."

"... oh, that's what happened"

When I said that, the village chief got annoyed in a bit of a bad way.

When I got to the village, I wondered a little bit.

The size of the village was small and the villagers, who did not look so wealthy, often wondered if this much money had been collected.

I mean, it's supposed to be that the Merchants' Union makes a request to make sure the streets are safe.

But when it comes to crusading along the streets from the Merchants' Union, the rewards in the Alliance jump exceptionally, so it would be true that it was ketched as a request for a lonely village.

Furthermore, when I made the request to Alcaine's guild, I had problems with the Merchant Union and the guild, so I guess I asked Bales' guild, which is relatively close to me, to hide a lot.

It is also possible that the villagers who are oblivious to the demons were trying to deceive them.

(Um, I don't know. I think I might be losing a lot of money...)

I think with my arms closed and eyes closed.

As he looked difficult, Cain grabbed my shoulder and shook it small.

"Brother, I don't care if you're lying at this time. The only thing that matters now is to find the rest of the Kobolts and get rid of them."

Cain shook his head to the side, then he looked me in the eye, and when he got here, he had to do it! It was the expression of determination.

"Nevertheless, what do we do now? As far as this map is concerned, it is clear that we are raiding around the crushed cave and..."

I talk like I'm exhausted.

"Uh, is there anywhere else that might be Cobolt's address?

Cuy reluctantly raises her hand and asks the hunters.

"Um, around here, the cave's the only one there. Well, the Kobolts can sleep anywhere, so they can sleep anywhere in the woods."

"Is that so... That means we have to go around the woods in lice."

When Cui says that, everyone is arming up and umm getting smaller,

Don't, don't, don't.

I heard a strong knock on the front door of the village chief's house.

Mucha, who slept comfortably on the couch in front of the fireplace, jumped up with that sound and wrapped it around my neck in an instant, just gesturing to look around.

The village chief stood up and went to see what was going on, and immediately returned.

"Much - Doe, they say the merchant squad has been attacked again. Then he said that the survivors ran into the village."

That's what the village chief said to us.

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We headed under someone who would have fled the raid, guided by the villagers who came to inform the village chief's house.

At the entrance to the village, there was a crowd.

When the village chief called out, the crowd cracked to the left and right, and people with a merchant-like style lay on their backs ahead.

"Hey, excuse me!

I'll step forward and see who's lying on the ground.

The person is muddy all over his body, and there are signs of cuts made with blades everywhere, from which blood is stained on his clothes.

In addition, there was no lower part of the left arm, and the arm was tied tightly with a string to stop the bleeding.

Her face was blue-white with loss of blood, and because of the pain, or because of massive sweats on her face, she groaned with a distressed look.

As it stands, my life is in danger, so I take out the rod that I was immediately lowering to my waist and apply a high heel after I have divided my skill bonus between magic and healing magic.

"High Heels"

"High heels."

"High heels."

When heeled three times, all wounds were blocked and bleeding stopped.

The merchant, who had a painful and distressed expression, quickly lost consciousness as to whether it had become easier the moment the wound was blocked.

"" Whoa, whoa!

The villagers who watched it gave a joyful voice and applauded me.

I put my hand on my head and I lit it.

"None, none, none"

I lowered my head and turned back to the village chief.

"So, village chief, I want to hear what's going on from this guy, so let's get him home."

Having said that, he asked the villagers to help him, remove the doorboards of the nearby houses, use them as impromptu stretchers, put the injured on board, and carry them into the village chief's house.