"Trapdor?
Naturally, it's my first ear.
When it comes to rare monsters, I know that they are rare demons.
"Trapdor is a doll-shaped demon that can put traps all over the dungeon. Moreover, even if Trapdor dies, the trap he set will remain. Once more than a decade ago, they had appeared in an advanced dungeon, where crusades had been delayed in the past, with thousands of traps set up and took years to remove all traps
Caro explained Trapdor.
I mean, pretty troublemaker?
"As for the trap, it will be possible to discover and disarm it if anyone has the profession of trapper. To become a Trapper, you can be anyone if you take a course in the Adventurer Alliance."
"But I don't know if I'm going to take the course now."
"If that's the case, why don't we bring someone from the dark elves with the skills that trappers have?
Hal suggested unexpectedly.
But that would be bad. All dark elves are to have been externally destroyed by the Church.
When you run into someone, it's gonna be a pain in the ass if they find out they're still alive.
That's what I was gonna say.
"That would be nice."
Caro agreed with Hal.
"Huh? Okay?
"Yes, you can't just leave your distinctive ears intact, but if you're wearing a hat, you won't be the first to be noticed as a dark elf. Besides, few advanced dungeons come in and rarely encounter other adventurers."
"Speaking of which, I don't often meet other people in the dungeon either."
Right, no problem?
Just walking with a bunch of dark elves is noticeable, so let's ask someone to do it alone.
Returned to My World from a small room in the dungeon.
I moved out of the dim dungeon, so the light in My World dazzled me and I narrowed my eyes.
I feel like a driver walking through a tunnel and into a snow country.
When I was wondering if anyone was around, Nanawat, the dessert runner, came closest to me.
He lowered his head in front of me, so I stroked his head and took the meat out of the item bag and gave it to him.
Nanawat flattened the meat in an instant and bent sideways like riding me.
When I ride, Nanawat gets up slowly.
"In the meantime, take me where someone is"
When I said that, Nanawat set off momentum.
After a short run, there was Huyun with the Sioux, who relaxed and grass-eating in the pasture, and Sheena III, whose hair grew about semi-long, used pitchforks to carry hay to the stables.
Seems to work well.
When she found me, she threw a pitchfork and ran this way.
"Master, welcome home, Death! I'd like to ask you to replenish your magic, Death."
You said, "Replenishing magic is something you've done before.
"I've used it a lot to stretch my hair, Death."
"Is it something that stretches with magic?"
Well, the plants are enough to grow, and the hair can grow?
I promised to give you magic tonight because it's my responsibility to bring Centaur here.
Exactly, I'm not going to have my back shown and massaged in this place.
There are no Dark Elves on Sheena III? When asked, the Dark Elves got a day off and an answer saying they were praying in front of the golden tree. By the way, it seems that Pioneer is now making sake at the brewery.
I rode a nanowatt and headed to the woods where the golden tree was.
Normally there should be a patrol in front of the forest to keep Sioux Gyu, the chickens and the other jewel turtles by the sea from accidentally entering the forest, but no one was there today.
I wondered if it was any special day, but when I headed to a place with a golden tree, there was a miraculous sight.
The glowing golden tree was shining even harder.
The dark elves are dancing like surrounding the golden tree.
"A festival?
When I squealed like that, the dark elves saw this one.
They were all nervous faces, but when they saw my face, they broke my expression.
"Sorry, did I interrupt"
"No, Master Ichinojo would be fine"
Larrael smiled and looked up at the golden tree.
"Look, the golden tree has come to fruition."
She was right, the golden tree was brilliant with large nuts about the size of a large ball watermelon.
The branches are getting bigger because of the weight of the nuts. It's going to break now.
"Is that the fruit of the golden tree - if the Larraels eat those fruits, can they have children? I told you it wasn't long before the fruit came out."
The Dark Elves are a species with only women, who get pregnant by eating the seeds of the golden trees.
If the golden trees are gone, they are a species destined to perish.
For this reason, the golden tree is for them both their own parents and equal to God.
"No, that fruit is actually called the fruit of the earth, like the consolidation of the magic that comes before the golden tree becomes a tree. It is by shedding its fruit and filling the earth with magic that we grow the soil on our own to grow the next generation of golden trees. There's no seeds in there."
When Larrael said that, a voice rose from the dark elves.
The weight of the earth's fruit became unbearable, and the branches were broken.
The dark elves gather in the fruit and receive the fruit and branches that have fallen in a few.
"Are you all right?
"Yes, I've never seen it in person either, but they say the fruit of the earth breaks branches like this. It really sucks nourishment and makes branches brittle."
"That's an awesome mechanism - I'm worried about a broken place, so should I use my plant recovery skills?
"Thank you for your concern. But there are people in the dark elves who are developing farmer skills, so don't worry."
Occupations, farmers are many because they are junior professions.
Is it natural that there are people who can use their plant recovery skills because it is also a profession that is necessary to look after the golden tree?
In fact, a young dark elf was touching the trunk of a golden tree to use his skills.
Apparently, the ritual is over where the fruit has fallen.
"But I'm glad you had the fruit of the earth at this time of year. It could have been eaten by Centaur sooner."
"No, that's the strange story, that Slowdonkey stood in front of the golden tree, while the fruit of the earth came to fruition. Until then, there were no signs."
"Huh? Really?
I mean, the Centaur guy came all the way to the Golden Tree?
I had not received such a report.
"When Slowdonkey saw that the fruit had come to fruition, he left quietly, so there was no real harm. Had the Slowdonkey stopped late, Master Halwatart's sword would have stuck him in the neck of the Slowdonkey"
Oh, my God, he was approaching a pretty dangerous point.
"Master Larael, it is the fruit of the earth"
One of the dark elves - Eurisla gave Larael the fruit of the earth cut from the branches.
The brilliance of earlier has disappeared, but it is as brilliant as gold.
In fact, doesn't it contain the ingredients of gold?
"Dear Ichinojo, please deliver this."
"Huh? But this is important, isn't it?
"No, the fruit of the earth is meant to prepare the environment for the next generation of golden trees to grow, because in this world there is nutrition for golden trees to grow everywhere"
If you say so, you're right.
But is this delicious?
It won't turn into a valuable item, so stop eating, help Milli and then talk to her.
I thought so and put the fruit of the earth in the item bag.
"Dear Ichinojo, So, wasn't there something I could do for you?
"Oh yeah. I was hoping to get some help from someone who was working hard as a trapper."
I explained the situation to Larrael.
Then, among the dark elves, there were five who were extremes of the trapper.
They need trap installation skills to capture poachers.
One of those five men was Larael.
"If that's the case, I'll accompany you."
"Are you all right?
"Yes, the ritual is over."
Yeah, I'd appreciate it if Larrael would come.
So I asked Lulina to add Larael to one of my parties.
Now she'll have experience, too.