After that, in the dining room, I pulled out the information that the intended herbs would only grow in the “Spring Valley," maybe I'll meet the brave ones! I decided to take the request from Mr. Rex with the hope that I thought it was cash... but the fact that I couldn't see the brave man kept breaking my heart, so I boarded the boat on the way.
I'm not talking about a special victory like Rex's reluctance to respond to the client's wishes rather than getting paid for this request. But well... let's just say I wish I could help, from the bottom of my heart.
I was told that I should change my town-sized clothes for mountain climbing, so I worked until before sundown before I went back to the inn to prepare for it. Even so, I just wore my usual clothes for field travel and boots that looked walkable.
When I was done, I left the inn without relaxing and headed towards the entrance to the town, which is the meeting point.
When Percy shows signs behind my back at some point, she always follows me in a whimsical foothold, as usual. Then my husband and loyal dog aren't in shape, they're just passers-by and wild dogs! It goes without saying that I thought.
The guy, who was letting his hair tip play with his slightly matte, thin mouth of blonde hair unmade, stood with his body deposited on the West Gate wall, wearing something like a white thin mouth trainer with a V-neck on a scorched tea bottom. He has a fat leather belt fastened to the waist position and has the same design accessories on his neck, wrist and fingertips.
Before, I was just a little surprised at the very different way we met in the woods, but when I was admitted to the events in front of me as they were, I settled for nothing in particular.
Because I score high on vegetables, I'm above average for not wearing anything.
"I think I've seen the truth of the world," he said, walking toward the person in the midst of his everyday life without any weird philosophy.
"Excuse me. Have I kept you waiting?
Release the liturgical word and the line "Not so much" returns. I thought they were going to give me back "I'm not waiting," so unexpectedly, if I was impressed that that was an honest answer, they laughed at me for some reason.
The day is brilliant orange and it just feels like there are more people going inside than people going out through the gate at this time.
"Let's just leave. Explain the herb on the road."
"Right. Well, thank you."
"Welcome."
That's how we leave the West Gate and walk alongside dimming streets.
The destination, the ”Spring Valley," seems to be slightly north of the street heading west.
For once, I told them in the dining room that my level was only 15 and that if I couldn't handle weapons, I wouldn't have any skills in favor of combat.
The counting rate is low, but the streets are Monster Field, so they naturally run into monsters, and the mountain roads leading up to it and the valley, which is the destination, say monsters gush. but he has no problem at all with fighting while protecting me from Mr. Rex's level.
I don't know how strong I am actually, but I tried to tell her that I don't have to worry about this one because the warcraft I'm carrying seems so strong, and she returned a gentleman smile saying she wouldn't mind relying on me apart from that.
... Mr. Rex, with an aura that seems to rely unconsciously, is horrible from the bottom of his mind.
The atmosphere is obviously not soft.
I feel as though I would be classified as a rigid and serious image hardliner, the same as the brave one, but why not? It's a little different than being used to women, but it's usually possible to be careful not to be noticed by them, and there's nothing like being with them and feeling anxious. Such a feeling that you simply shouldn't clean up with the word good handling of heterosexuals.
How old the hell is this guy? As brave as you are, I can only see a little up there though??
I don't know what to say, because of my final age in my previous life, late twenties is still a somewhat unreliable atmosphere. Is this the country difference or the world difference? I think so, but considering that, it still seems that even this human being is a little short of his age to “depend on"... When it comes to brave parties, it's still the first time I've reached the middle age about Mr. Rice, and I don't even feel like something that stings.
What the hell kind of environment can I grow up in? It's getting stranger and stranger because I don't even think this happened because I struggled.
As I walked, arranging my thoughts on the person walking next to me undeniably feeling overdone somewhere, I quickly began explaining what I was meant to do.
"The medicinal herb requested is a type of“ light grass ”with glowing properties in the dark, the grass length being as good as the palm of a person's hand. At night, the petal lights a white, pale light, he said. All I want is a soft leaf part from the inside to the third one, and they just need to have the amount"
"... that seems easy to find when you ask"
Whatever you think of the grass glowing in the dark, it's obvious.
Mr. Rex smiles bitterly at such a simple answer.
"Unless the place you're growing is the Spring Valley."
"You saw that for the first time, didn't you? Well, we'll see when we get there."
It's kind of a deep line, but I guess it's actually quicker to see it, as they say.
Some time down the street there was a sign carved in the words of 'Here is the Spring Valley' and this world, where we strayed from the road and slowly climbed the slightly wider beast path made between the trees.
When the sun was gone so much that he couldn't see the fall completely underfoot, Mr. Rex took the stick and spark item from the one shoulder he carried - what he had was like a finger sack, a type of magic prop with sparks scattered upon his thumb and index finger - and crafted the pine as handy as one day.
Going along with a non-stirring story, it was explained that the count rate would increase from around here, and as the words put it, I came across a four-legged monster like a wolf several times and a potato monster. As I said I had enough arms not to let this one get hurt, all of Mr. Rex's moves were brilliant.
Actually, I've been wondering since we rendezvoused at the West Gate that you don't have any white clothes to fight monsters... (-_-;). Apparently there's no need to worry about that, rather, if you dared to choose white after being aware of it, that's pretty good, Oi! Think so.
Well, more than that, and I'll shake the next topic to Mr. Rex, who easily broke the new encount.
"Don't you use magic?
He smiled bitterly over here as he delivered a large knife to his hips sheath.
"Magic..."
I swallowed the rest of the words that this question might have been disrespectful to the way I said it.
Being magical but not using magic is generally interpreted as unsuitable. So instead of not using it, you're right to say you can't use it. I'm that type too, but the unfortunate specification is that the magic value is low in addition to the lack of aptitude.... but well, I don't think I should say luxury because some people in the world don't have it at all, and there's enough to express the effects of magic items.
Nevertheless.
"... are you superior without magic"
"Hmm?"
"Actually, I heard Mr. Rex holds the position (about) of Adventurer Guild. I thought I'd climb that far without magic, in a way."
"That would be just too much of a miracle"
Turn back the constant laughter, and the person continues.
"Sure, many faces called superiors are good at magic, but that's not all that made them famous. High level monsters and dungeon bosses who are subject to the Alliance's ratings are not only capable of defeating magic, but rather possess more magic resistance the higher the level. Some humble people say they were just lucky... but I want to say I'm the fruit of a genuine effort."
- Hmm? Me?
When I was just a little surprised by the unintentionally changed name of the person, Mr. Rex looked up as if he had noticed something and looked down at this one with a soft grin.
Looks like we're here.
I was offered the last rocky spot on the beast road. If you take my hand and climb it, there's an incredible sight there... I thought it would be dumb if I thought about it later.
In the spectacular sight of my eyes, my mouth was not blocked for a while.
"It's glowing..."
To my pompous and leaky voice, the man nods one.
"You know what I mean? There's a reason why it's not so easy to find."
He shook his cocky neck vertically at the returned voice and looked over again at the fantastic landscape that spread in front of him.
The entrance to the valley was just situated overlooking it, with several rivers and a wide range of low waterfalls that drew white threads in the distance. Light green young leaves grow in the branches of the trees that fill between them, plus colorful flowers bloom beneath their feet.
Yes, it is. The sun finally sets itself, at this hour when the darkness grows thicker with pieces. And yet, how can you see the area in detail?
That's by the time it's brilliant---.
In the branches of the trees that fill the valley, many flowers that spread on the scaffolding were shining a uniform light.
"No way... I didn't know there was so much" light grass ”growing... no, it's beautiful"
Here I finally feel that the field name “Spring Valley” has been properly understood within me.
How moody it would have been if this hadn't come at work, I can't believe it. I'm not sorry that it's not the brave man standing next to me...
I'm sorry it wasn't him.
I looked up to you unexpectedly with a leaked voice, and I could see the beauty of the atmosphere that I was enjoying somewhere.
"... the voice of my heart, did you hear it?
"Oh, I heard you clearly"
"That's the... sorry somehow"
"Will there be an apology here? Nothing. I haven't had that reaction in a long time and it's funny."
Mr. Rex, who giggles, said with a refreshing smile as ever.
I felt like I'd been mixing rustling with something I was proud of, but that's where I decided to go through.
—— Yeah, yeah, I know. So much so that its aesthetic face is effective for approximate women (eh). Beautiful faces are, in short, even without bait (lures)! If you take care of it, you'll catch there only with your initial investment! Goddamn it, you beauty!! It's not like I want to be anything else. I don't know! I don't know!!... you mean you accidentally fall in love or chase me with your eyes! I'm so sorry about that!! Yeah, but after all, the brave ones are cool Yikes!! He says I can't help but chase him with my eyes!!! (> < *)
"When I can show you all the way here..."
"Huh? Did you say something?
"Nothing. We're talking over here."
I was told it was time to get off, and I went down a narrow mountain path under the lead of Mr. Rex, who handled the pine lights.
The brightness underfoot increases in proportion to the spiral becoming louder in the ear. In addition to the red, pink, yellow, orange, and leafy greens that shine intact, rare colors such as blue and purple can also be seen.
If you look closely, the petals vary in shape and size, and the amount of light seems to vary depending on the type.
It is relatively eye-friendly because it does not flash randomly like the electrical decorations of previous seasons, but I still can't help but worry about the brightness for one or two.
Honestly, I don't feel like I can find “pale white” in this environment. I don't think we're talking about bad luck in the first place.
Speaking in the back of Mr. Rex exploring the shallow waters to cross to the opposite shore, I caution this one not to fall.
When you have successfully crossed the river, stop at the river's edge and turn this way, he says.
"Day one went looking straight from here, day two to the right, and day three to the left. I've been looking a long way back."
It's all hazy, shrugging my shoulders.
"If you're lucky (Bell), which direction are you picking tonight?
Asked, mmm, think.
"One, okay?
To return such a question to me, the man laughs fluently and says, "Go ahead."
"For example. Suppose this was found immediately and a sufficient amount could be taken... and then Otsukale, yes, dissolved, is there room to be?
"Does that mean... you want to go find the East Brave in the rest of your time?"
That's right.
A slightly challenging laugh appeared on the person's face if he showed a groovy thumb and a full smile.
"If only I could find something."
"Oh, that's right. You don't have two words for a man, do you? Ah, there's no two words, which means there's nothing like undoing what I said once."
"Then let's declare that there are no two words for a man, as Bell says."
Okay, I'm here to talk! and grips his fist in a good way and laughs a lot inside.
"If that's the case, I'll use cunning means this time."
Please wait a minute ~, and leave Mr. Rex alone, and I took the blue stone for voice communication out of my bag. This is a communication-based item where the talker is fixed, and of course he is a childhood friend with that other person.
After several calls, I hear a voice from the blue stone with a sound that I can only hear.
"Give it back by morning."
"Oh, that's Ish. You already understand this request."
"You know that's the physique. I'll send it to you, and keep it up and running."
"Yes, sir. Best regards,"
When I said it, it sounded like the communication would be cut off as it were, and I put in a blue stone that was no longer needed, and instead I took out a plate chocolate sized white stone. The rest operate as usual to check the transfer of items from there and remove the desired bumps from the bag with white slate stones and player shifts.
And I mostly equipped it.
"... glasses?
"Yes! It's a very useful artifact (valuables) at times like this."
Rex, who has an interesting look on this reply, asks how I am in the atmosphere of letting him see what happens.
I concentrate my consciousness just a little bit and think about "white, pale light herbs”. Slowly move your neck back and forth like right to left and left to right as you think.
"Oh, there was. Looks like this way."
Pointing fingers, Mr. Rex, with a mixed face of surprise, pulls out a knife on his hips and gently cuts off a moth-like monster that appears in the direction of progress.
Terminally speaking.
We then found the medicinal herb for a light purpose, which was the herd area so we split it it up and mowed enough.
Handing over what this one collected gave me a couple of coins saying it was a reward for this one. I felt that the amount was a bit large for collecting herbs, but I received it without saying anything about the difficulty of finding it in a place like this or maybe the rarity in the first place is saying something.
Well... realistically, I had a faint feeling that most of this amount must be Mr. Rex's pocket money, but I was willing to include it all. I decided to think so. Because it's an amount that fits into the cost of living, and if you will, I'll take it.
Then I took a small break and exchanged stories that were not deflective… but mostly about the relics (glasses), but I honestly explained what I knew when asked because it didn't have the suspicious vibe of wanting them to sell or selling them all.
When I rested, I felt quite tired, so I thought it was time to go, and I lifted my back and said.
"Well, I'm around here"
And here's what he said.
"I think I'll follow you because I'm free"
—— Become...... what the heck!?