(- Could this be soapy!?)
The permeation baked goblins.
When baking the goblins, the permeation used the whole thickness to enlarge the fire.
The least you need to make soap is wood ash and animal fat.
- I have everything I need.
But, but......
Earlier in the penetration of the pinky finger a certain conscience sounds the alarm.
"Is that really going to be beautiful?
Conversely, if it's the devil's soap that scatters the goblin odor, it's nothing but harm. I decided I didn't see anything and should bury it immediately.
"Hey, Estelle. Do you sell soap to Finris?
"Soap...... Oh, there was something like that in the goods for the nobles."
"Heh... Is it fancy?
I think it started with five pieces of silver.
……
Five silver coins - just soap, but 50,000 yen...
... It's a waste to bury it without confirming it!
The penetration, which demonstrated the wasteful spirit characteristic of the Japanese, quickly stepped down under the hole.
Poke with a tree, smell the smell.
"... Mmm, you smell like soap that's not scented"
The aroma is slightly oily with oxidation.
Compared to what I used in Japan, the quality is poor.
But the raw material is goblins.
It is enough that it does not smell like goblins.
"And then I wonder how much dirt we'll get rid of."
The permeator cut the soap with the demon sword and threw it into the < different vault >.
Then the penetration, filled with holes and a paragraph, looked at Estelle as if she was serious.
Sometimes after the battle she is moist and sweaty, but not very bloody wet.
In contrast, the penetration is a little bitter with returning blood. Like last time, it even comes with substances that I'm not sure about other than blood and I don't want to think about.
"... Hey, how is Estelle so pretty?
"Become!? ba, idiot, thol. What a sudden thing to say!!"
To the penetrating words, Estelle's ponytail jumped straight up with Piocon.
She blushes her cheeks and makes her gaze wander to the left to the right.
"I haven't had any goblin returning blood. I wonder what kind of trick it is."
"... Huh? Uh, what, you know what... ha"
Estelle dropped her disappointed shoulder and sighed loudly.
"You don't bathe in demonic returning blood because you're thinking about how to kill and where to stand. Instead, I wonder why Tor's swordsmen are so bloodstained."
There is no point in Estelle questioning such a question.
Transmission has not grown strength from Ichi, but he bottomed up the technology with a skillboard very quickly.
The influence was thus connected to the state of 'the wisdom that was supposed to be equipped is soaked out'.
"I just thought if you defeated a lot of demons, you'd just get wet in the blood for that, but you're not."
"Your hands will slip if you bathe in returning blood, and your vision will crush if you put it in your eyes. It doesn't get much blood on the battlefield, but it's good. Just..."
Estelle cut the words once and gave him a difficult look.
"There's one advanced adventurer in Finris who dares to paint his blood. The adventurer's score is Mace. Thor and I fought differently in the first place, so we don't have to imitate just where the blood gets wet."
Mace is the name of a strike-based weapon like a stick.
If it is indeed a strike-based weapon, it is difficult to avoid returning blood.
The stronger the force, the more "blow up" the direct hit area.
"Including the neighborhood, it's a future challenge."
Exactly every time I fight a demon, it's bloody wet, no matter how much clothes I have, it's not enough.
Also, permeation is never the type of unhygienic condition that can be tolerated. Since I lived in Japan, I have been aware of certain cleanliness as a society.
Permeability had no choice but to return and bathe in blood in the battle against demons, but if not, I didn't want to bathe if I could.
From now on, I swore to my heart to think a little bit about standing around in battle.
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A pair of adventurers emerged from the guild's entrance as an adventurer man drank ale in the guild's co-located bar.
One is an amazing beauty, and young for it. If it was a man, it was a woman enough that anyone would want to get close to you.
In contrast, the other was a boy.
"- Buh!"
As soon as he saw the boy, the man wiped the ale grandiose.
What a boy, isn't he painted on massive returning blood and like a tomato?
The other adventurers who were drinking at the bar also noticed the unusual appearance.
On purpose, and the upset of the adventurers spreads.
"That kid, before this..."
"Oh, I'm just in good shape -"
"- You were an inferior."
What, inferior......
The man had a distorted laugh at the words of the adventurers he heard.
The man remembered the bloody wet adventurer and imagined that the boy was a monster too.
But if you're inferior, you have nothing to be afraid of.
The inferior is a great non-combatant race.
If you're acting as an adventurer, it would only be with the support of the woman next to you.
Put Yale's jock down, and the man stood up limply.
I deserve that beauty better than I deserve to be inferior.
That beauty, unknown as to why she's with the boy, must just be appropriately stuck.
Then you should let him know.
How great it is to team up with a strong adventurer......
"Hey, kid there"
The man spoke to a boy like Tomato.
But the boy doesn't even look at me. Totally ignored.
To that attitude, there is blood on the man's head.
No matter how low the grade, the man is an e-rank - full of adventurers.
I haven't fallen so far as to be ignored by the inferior.
(Again, it seems we have to do everything we can to make him know where we stand!
The man bit his back teeth off and swung his fist through the boy's back with all his might.
The next moment,
"- Huh?"
Bittern, and the man was slapped from his back to the floor.
Twitching, pain spreading on my back.
It is inconceivable that every inferior was attacked.
So, what the hell......
The man had no idea what had happened to him.
to the ears of a man who was often groaning,
"What are you doing in the guild?"
I got a low enough voice to shrink my liver.
Adventurer Guild Training Officer, ex-C Rank Adventurer Graf.
At the same time that voice is heard, the man rises quickly.
My back just hurts a little, and fortunately the man wasn't hurt badly.
Graf glared at the man who stood up.
"... you suck at Temehe"
"What? No, I'm nothing--"
"Keep it under attack by other adventurers in your guild, is that an excuse? Well, I'm gonna have to smash that sexual root."
"No, uh, hey, come on..."
"Ugh! Shut up and follow me!!"
The man couldn't resist the ghostly shaped graph without knowing why, and was just dragged away.