After giving the horses, tired of being chased by Armored Boer, a slightly longer rest by the street where the river was close, we slowly proceeded to the third day's target arrival point.
That evening, Ish's choice was "light rice is good today," so I decided on pork juice and roasted fish Japanese style rice. I felt that if I did poorly, I would be working for people who were bread eating every meal, and pushing rice for three consecutive evening meals, but fortunately I didn't complain about your humanity. Strongly speaking, Sororu-kun said, "The more I eat this white rice, the crazier it gets..." Apparently, it made me sprout a favor with rice. In addition, Shushu said, "... the one I ate before, I want to eat", and the meat potato asked me to come back?
After a connected dinner like that and a light breakfast, we took our fourth day's stride.
Before leaving, a slope that's been loose for a while from here, a slope that I wouldn't notice if I made it normal. Ish let me widen the map and bring the pace up to the brave party. Is that sideways, pacing up uphill or something die-job? And. I was a little worried. Looking at the speed with respect to the itinerary, the marching plan Ish has put forward so far is rather too cautious. Either it was too late, Mr. Reps whispered against me standing nearby.
—— When they say that, sure, right?
A request that is mobile escort enough to be turned to a brave party would be something that requires absolute safety, and speed, accuracy, near the top. Somehow, I haven't seen a lot of such requests from around where Shrew and Soror-kun partied in. When I was a party of three adults, it was a memorable memory that I was relentlessly shaken out of work that seemed to have been asked for speed.
In contrast, this request deducts the fact that we spend quite a bit of time on dinner… perhaps the rewards are not very high… and it is a pleasant allocation. If you think so, maybe a little pacing will be fine.
Whatever, well, I guess it's okay.
So, I hear you're done talking. If you follow Ish up to your stand.
"I'm finally leaving, Scolopendra. Looking forward to it ~. I wonder how big they are."
What a whine that doubts my ears.
"Um, Ish? I didn't mean to pace up..."
"Of course, to get them to fight at Best Place."
... Oh, is that right? and in the heart.
I'll pull a brief but picturesque monster dictionary and pull the "scolopendra” of the “tropical forest” habitat.
The appearance. The illustration was already, in a nutshell, a guy named "Mukade” from the previous world.
However, it feels tens of times the size of the picture of the person drawn in contrast. However, since it's about the painting with your head up on your hind legs… isn't the whole length a little bigger? It's an atmosphere.
At that time, I came up with a superhuman feature hero from the previous world... Is it about the size of a space monster that appears on that one? Isn't it just that far? No, but. That live thing was subtly questionable about the size ratio between hero and bill. But... And the more I thought about it, the harder it was to imagine about the “decadence” that Ish cared about, so I thought I'd leave that there to meet. I often thought, and eventually, I stopped thinking.
—— and the “tropical forest" ….
That's a forest dungeon that's on another continent...
—— such a big monster, how did you import...?
Who's Bell, full of questions?
I made up my mind for you! Will there be targeted artifacts (balls)...? And I'm so thrilled inside.
Truth be told, in these days, intercontinental supplies can be shipp-only.
If you're close to a dragon species, you don't seem to have the means to get it on your back.
I saw in the ancient and ancient literature in the Imperial Library that there used to be a transfer gate for magic consumption traveling between continents, but now the wizards can't use the magic of space travel, so the transfer gate and other dreams again. A reincarnated person. Whether you think it's a fantastic world I've taken over the world, or if it's normal and living, what kind of fantasy is that? It's the domain.
In the same old book, there was a description of what would be an “empty field," but it posed a huge question about how the hell terrestrial species with no ability to fly would walk in such a place. Maybe I'd like to say that something - a rapturistic flying dungeon? - has floated around somewhere, because this one is also so much so that a pedigree called "Winged Species” with flyable feathers on their backs would describe it in another book as "No Fart". Is it not credible…? Even if it were real, it would seem difficult to “go" in view of the current situation.
The conversation got a little sloppy.
With me on board, which I find blurry that way, and in search of this “perfect land for battle" when Ish expects it, the Brave Man's party proceeded pale on the fourth day journey.