The day after dawn. It was autumn and the sun was slower to ascend.

I wave a frying pan as I narrow my eyes to the sun that plunges straight from the side.

"I wonder if it's something like this"

Lots of mushrooms stir-fried with bacon. Transfer it to a larger plate and place the beveled, rounded French bread next to it.

In the oil of bacon that makes noise with juju, the hot air that is about to go up. Coffee and a D-rank remedy for the anomaly are today's breakfasts.

"I'll have it."

Put your hands together in the garden forest where your relatives will be and stab a mushroom with a fork. It remained bright red, even as the fire went through.

I believe in Imosuke, who chose me, and I put it in my mouth.

"... that's good"

Eat an egg-shaped umbrella and chop it up, then divulge your thoughts.

Yummy overflowing from thick mushrooms and the saltiness of bacon. I don't think I just stir-fried it.

That's Spirit Beast Growing Forest Blessings.

By the way, one reason I didn't make it into a pot was because I didn't have one.

"Do you want to look in the mall? I wish I had a small one."

Fortunately, something like using a potion did not happen, so I put the bottle in the potion bag.

After finishing the washing, he leaves the house in solidarity with the families of the garden forest. The Merchant Alliance is on its way.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Tauro"

When you deliver the potion, have a little chat with the strong chief.

Sometimes, I'm glad to hear funny rumors. Today was also such a day.

"Are you a demon to a snake woman"

What instructional light patrol teacher was the subject of discussion.

She said she traveled to an exotic country before the game with me, defeated a snake woman in the east, and beat the devil up in the north.

What the hell are you training for?

"What do I say, because this kind of thing has a tail on it"

An old man on the strong side who explains himself with a bitter laugh. All this time I agree with that opinion.

"See you soon, thank you"

Say hello and take a seat. After that, go east on Boulevard and think while hanging out in the mall.

Knight supposedly an elf I ran into the other day. I wanted to take action against it.

(Not the same way to fight)

Initiate a magic attack from a distance and escape with a hover when the enemy comes towards you.

Only if you had more magic than people, but it would be painful for your elf opponent.

There's no winning in the melee.

He shares pain with the knight, not knowing the sword. There's no way you can win.

(If you can make a difference, it's magic power)

My magic comes from the root magic, Acacic Magic, borrowed from the mysterious Stone Statue. All you can ride and use is up to D-rank.

But the reason for this is that knights can't stand it. I still have C, B, A, S and top-ranked magic.

(If this becomes available, we'll have an advantage in range, power, and ammo count,... oops)

Soon I passed the mall and came to the East Gate.

A large brick building sits on the north side in front of the gate. A familiar place, the Merchant Guild Knight Hangar.

(Do you want to stop by?)

Say hello to the old guard and go inside. No sign of a herbivore mechanic.

If you ask me, he was up all night yesterday, and he says he's asleep in the hypnotic room as it is.

(As long as I'm asleep to this hour, I wish I didn't stay up all night and go home)

I think so for a moment, but reconsider. Maybe the night will be more powerful.

(You had a vampire "Vampire" class guy at work in the previous world, too)

If the date didn't change, I wouldn't feel like it. He said horrible things like that and made his boss bluish.

The top here is a herbivore mechanic, who decides to leave it to self-management to look up to the love rider.

(Problem is, Old Lady is better than me.)

Unfortunately, I can't talk to a herbivore mechanic about the magic rank I can use. I'll take care of it myself. There's nothing else.

He sat down in a nearby toolbox and sighed and continued to watch.

"Whoa, this is already the time"

Clock on the hangar wall, look at it and stand up. The time was near noon.

(You don't have time for lunch, after play)

Exit the hangar and walk at a fast foot. The other way around is' Uniform stores. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! ', was the most booked.

When I opened the store door and proceeded to the lobby, I saw the girl standing in front of the counter in the back. I guess he was waiting for me to come.

"Lord Instructor! Thank you for your guidance today!

Girl with a thin feel of makeup, saluting with a nervous look. Her hair is cut off by her shoulder.

I'm a student at the Pilot's School, and of course, what I'm wearing is a uniform.

Ever since I found out I was the leader of the Knights of the Merchant Guild, I've been calling myself an instructor.

"I'll rub it today. Be prepared."

"Yes!"

Turn your right hand from behind and grab a thin chest, rubbing as you say.

The surrounding guests show no interest in us. Costume roleplay begins in the lobby with a sight to behold.

Go up the stairs as it is and into the playroom.

"Let's go tough."

"Regards!

Ever since he started working for my opponent, he's got his magic arm up. So this attitude is serious, not play.

The promotion of Ponytail, a senior, to a class B ride. I guess that's the stimulus, more serious than usual, I felt enthusiastic.

"Are you ready?

The pointy feeling in the right palm, so I ask just in case I know what it is.

Nodding beside my head, big head. Seeing that, I quickly pushed him down to bed.

Unlike the ponytail that was raw feet, this kid always has black tights. I'm not the thicker one originally, but that's what makes my legs look thinner and thinner.

Tights under the tight skirt, breaking its center by hand and breaking in instantly from the side of the underwear. Moving several times, the female student distorted her face as she spoke out.

"You know how weak that is? My skilled father wouldn't miss it."

I keep poking where I reacted, staring at her face.

"Sorry! Lord Instructor!"

A girl desperately eating her teeth off. But I couldn't stand it, and soon I crossed the line.

"Lord Instructor! I already am!

I sue desperately with cramps. But I can't stop.

"Fool! Don't think they'll fit in for your convenience. Some people go out of their way to pick this time and move around."

"Sorry! Ugh!

I stopped moving, so I took a short break.

I just restarted it and move it to the hugging couch.

"All right, next situation. Imagine camping and sleeping in the cockpit."

A female student with a serious look and eyes closed. I put my feet on my shoulders and broke in from the front.

"When I woke up in the dark, it was a setting where an old man I didn't know was shaking his body with a rough breath. Horrible, isn't it?

"Yes! I feel tremendous fear"

Though I answer that, it seemed like a bump. Ascend lightly and magnificently.

"Is there such an easy flying guy!

A female student who manages to raise and lower her raised jaw to reprimand a harsh instructor.

Unlike a ponytail, it's a junior sports club system.

"One more bottle, we're going without a break!

"Ha-ha! Please, Himafu!

These are also fresh and nice.

Me back from the whorehouse after the sun went down. Receive family greetings on your doorstep, as usual.

Playing dongle football in the living room after dinner, I noticed the garden forest was bright.

Defend the tackle of Imoske while stepping on the dongle with your middle finger. I glance at the window.

"That's a lot more."

I know, I saw many mushroom hunts yesterday.

"Beautiful."

"Warm."

Immortals and dangouts who interrupt the game and watch the garden together next door. As the two relatives say, there is a pale glow in the garden forest.

"It's beautiful, though."

The identity of that white light source is mushrooms. It's about the size of a vertical fist, and it's called "The White Lady."

The white and slightly open umbrella is certainly the lady's elegant standing itself. But this is also an intense poison mushroom.

"Is Heavy Lancer okay with heavy horseback riding?

Nodding imosques. I don't eat or anything, so it seems to be okay.

But the problem is that they're expanding their habitat. If it stays that way, the garden forest could be occupied sooner or later.

"What, you want me to reap it?

According to Imoske, the elves were happy to pick them.

But I do. This mushroom collection is' very dangerous, if not a veteran adventurer '.

We'll go out to the garden forest and check the number of light sources. More than expected.

"Wow, they're growing out of chestnut igas, too."

Chestnut iga that fell and splashed the contents. A white lady (white lady) stands without the outer needle.

I embraced Dangolo with both hands, showing interest and trying to move forward.

"Out of the way"

Dangobee, fifteen centimetres long, turning this way between his hands.

"Stop."

His Excellency the General of the Dying Regiment, who calls the chestnut iga the thorn armor, has already collected two igas.

They say the soft green ones with the thorns are for liturgy, the burnt brown ones and the stiff ones with the thorns are for combat. By the way, right now, I'm not wearing iga.

"Can you tell me how to collect it?"

Keep my squeaky dangolo in your hand, twinkle.

"Fortunately, I do."

Garden Forest is home to spiritual beasts, heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancers, and turtles. You can't have a veteran adventurer pick it up for you.

If so, I'll have to learn and get rid of it myself.

"Take more potions and you'll be fine"

I have reliable magic that can handle injuries, illnesses, and state abnormalities. As long as you know what the danger is, you can do the work while continuing to hang the worst magic.

"Mushrooms, take them in this"

Bring the wooden box from the living room and place it in the garden.

White ladies (white ladies) are dangerous when scratched, but are not the type to scatter poisonous spores.

I use gardening scoops and carefully scratch mushroom-grown chestnut igas. And I put it in the box.

The day after dawn, behind the Merchant Guild building.

In a dim alley, I was with a familiar adventurer.

I was wondering if you could look at this.

A small crate placed on the floor, gently opening its lid.

Mushrooms worth enough to be said to be 'the same as gold coins piled to the same height'.

At first glance inside, the sinister old man narrowed his eyes with a harsh look.

"You have a lot of nerve getting your hands on this guy."

What an amateur who lays his hands on a difficult task, the eye that sees it.

"Can you tell me how to safely collect it?"

A sinister old man who closes one eye and keeps looking at mushrooms with one eye. Bend your mouth to the letter to think.

By the way, this sinister old man and I have worked together many times. The request varies from investigating and collecting drops during the exorcism of the Warcraft to informing and directing nearby residents.

When it comes to veteran adventurers I know, there's only this sinister old man.

"You still have something you want to remember?

Twinkle a word, look at me like I'm exploring.

"I can't tell you where, though."

We stare at each other often.

The feeling that technology was not a property or cheap sale came through with a twinge.

"Three white ladies, nothing less."

"... okay"

We shook hands together. In order to practice quickly, I decided to head to the old man's workshop with the crate in my hand.

"Practice uses grown on this chestnut iga. I'll take it after it's done, okay?

It's sampling practice, mushrooms will be scratched. But still, it must remain worth it.

This is out after we've decided to talk. If I drink, the reluctant old man will get extra rewards.

(It would be more helpful if you disposed of the poisonous mushroom that you turned into a practice bench.)

That's what I mean, but I don't put it in my mouth. Because it cannot be understood, such as those who do not want the incarnation of gold in front of them.

All I can do is make a look like I've been hit.

"... a veteran adventurer is also a good negotiator"

I'll say it back to you. The reluctant old man laughs small at the edge of his mouth.

"Okay, that's fine. But what you use for practice, it's a lot less valuable, right?

I have no choice but to accept it in an atmosphere. I stuck with the question out of interest.

"Don't go down single-digit if you want to sell. But the taste is the same, so it's not a problem for me to eat."

"... are you going to eat?"

Honestly, I can't hide the surprise. I knew about your devotion to food, but I just didn't think that was it.

"It's a lot of work to remove poison."

That's what I said, a reluctant old man laughing a lot. I shrugged my shoulder once and followed behind.

And a few hours later.

I was taught, and I managed to make the technology work, so I headed home.

By the way, the muscles seemed pretty bad.

"You don't seem to have any experience collecting."

At the beginning of the practice, I remember the look on the face of a sinister old man who said so. Seeing the stumbling blocks, he realized the level at a glance.

Although I grew up in the country, I have no experience in picking up mountain vegetables. 'Was the reward too cheap', he pretended not to sound like a whine.

"If I hadn't brought the potion, it wouldn't have been what it is today."

A sinister old man who spits out words with a tired look after passing.

At first I said I could take it but exaggerate it when I saw the condition recovery pills I had arranged on my desk. But at the end of the day, it is almost empty bottles that are on the desk.

(I don't have outdoor experience because it makes a lot of difference)

The sparkle of juniors you never show when you go to the mountains. If you ask, he said he was in the mountains.

One tent wasn't satisfactory. It's a big difference from me.

In doing so, we arrive north of downtown. Walk up the stairs to your home with newly purchased leather gloves and two knives in your hand.

"I learned how to do it. Just stay away from me."

Quickly take the family and go to the garden forest.

When you are tummy on the ground in front of a mushroom, hold the long knife in your left hand with the short one in your right hand. And carefully, a blade tip was inserted from both sides into the lower part of the stone process.

"It's like a wolf"

The problem is internal juice. This mushroom looks dry and contains quite a bit of moisture. It's not good to touch that.

"You can't beat mushroom poison"

That's what the families said. Perhaps I can take care of it, but I can remove it.

(But definitely, there's poison juice on your body)

It's obvious I'm more damaged than seeing fire.

"Okay."

Pick it up, put it in a straw laid crate.

The goal is three. I'm going to give it all, as promised, to the adventurer's sinister old man.

In my case, I'm not willing to eat or sell, but I'm just a jerk even if I have it at hand.

"Whew!"

Failed with the second bottle, splashed juice sticks to the cuffs and cheeks.

Instantly activates the 'Conditional Anomaly Recovery' E-rank as it causes severe inflammation in minutes. What we can't deal with in F is the vicious thing about this mushroom.

"Failure doesn't seem so damaging."

Because it was near the root, it does not appear to be a problem in the sense of collecting. Let's turn to the reluctant old man for judgment on this.

The third one succeeded successfully. Arrange a white lady (white lady) on the straw and exhale loudly.

That's how I finished my mushroom break.

That evening, the popular dining room near Wangdu Central Square.

The sinister old man, who instructed Tauro to collect mushrooms, took out the box in an upbeat mood.

Served out of the open was a small ceramic dish. And on top is a small, cut white mushroom.

The quantity would be for a bottle or something. Tauro used it for practice.

"Leader, did you cook for yourself?"

"Still clever."

Members of the Adventurers team cheer as they look at one of the dishes they bring in.

The sinister old man nodded with a happy look, placing a plate in the center of the table.

"It's good."

They were poking a large plate of dishes, stretching a fork in your box.

Only one young magician, who recently joined the team, couldn't get his hands on it.

"What's up?

To the words of the leader, the young magician turns his suspicious eyes.

"What is this?

They're wary of ingredients.

Smiling to reassure him, the reluctant old man gave his name.

"Poison Mushroom"

A young mage who sighs heavily.

"I forbid it"

In that reply, the reluctant old man gives an unfortunate look.

"If you eat this, you're a ginger."

"... because I'm still fine"

A young magician who carries the dishes in the dining room to his mouth without changing his expression.

The reluctant old man staring at it looked somewhat flattered.