Isekai ni Kita Boku wa Kiyoubinbode Subaya-sa Tayorina Tabi o Suru

I got to the woods. Even if you go with the woods, this is almost the entrance. When I go to the back, the oak comes out. When it comes to orcs, it's a demon that has ”killed" a number of female knights, but in this world, he often grabs women from neighboring villages and kills men for breeding.

"Oak nests are always miserable. The women who feed on these guys don't die, they spend their days humiliating themselves as sex slaves alive..."

They collapse themselves. To protect myself. They say that they will be accommodated in a rehabilitation facility. To cure a broken heart.

I recall what Gardo told me. I collect the medicinal herbs in my eyes and put them in a cloth bag. This herb seems to be used for the healing potion, and it seems to store magic sucked from the earth in its roots. It's not that I don't need the leaf part, but this will help to relieve the heat. A grass close to omnipotent... Collect it to the point that it doesn't fit into the bag and you will achieve the norm. Hook it onto a landmark tree and move on into the woods.

Of course, to defeat Goblins and increase their level. By the way, there's no Forest Wolf out here in the woods. According to Mr. Russell's story, it's because he has different preferences for magic vegetables. Lots of goblins live there instead. All I do is hunt as few herds out of it as I can.

Walking vigilantly around for a few minutes. I found it. It's a bunch of goblins. This time the herd...... 6. A little more, but an ambush would work it out.

Observe first. Looks like they're looking for food as they wield the gains they've got...... they're chilling but loose alert. Because we have no demons to harm us. Even though the oak goes out into the woods, it's further behind us from here. That's why they're alarmed. So ambush is bound to succeed.

First I throw a wooden spear. I'm used to making this too, and in a few minutes I can do it. The spear pierces the goblin in the palace. Only then will poor goblins be unable to move. I run faster than that goblin falls. My status is extremely high on AGI. Enough to say polar swing. So fast. Stab the stop with a dagger and stick the dagger up against the back of the next target. Now two. Really.

Goblins notice me here. [M] When he sees his fellow man lying on the ground, he is angry and waves up the weapon in his hand. I will cut my hand off into a cross razor. [M] He pokes and kills the prey in front of him with a pulled out spear and protrudes into the dusk next door. And chop off the neck of the looming goblin. The last one left here ran out with his back turned. I guess you decided you weren't hostile. I took the dagger and threw it at the escaping goblin. It stabs him in the back so he can be sucked in.

That's it. It's easy. The weakest demon rep. in RPG terms. This is what happens to me. [M] Nah, I can't afford it. Win and tighten your helmet, but the trick is to fight.

While guarding the perimeter, collect Goblin's weapon and put it together in an impromptu crawl rope. This is to get my blacksmith uncle to crush it. This is another small dime. No fool can do it. Iron is iron, even if it's worn out. This will be my weapon. [M] I mean, if I tell you, it's like free. It's like I'm only paying my wages.

Hook the collected weapon in the same way to a tree hung with medicinal herbs and go to the woods looking for prey again. This day was quite well carried and a total of 20 goblins could be crusaded. The weapon has 15 iron blades. Nice. Now I can trade this sword for this dagger that's worn out. Armor should focus on ease of movement. I can't waste AGI. I have to take advantage of this guy. I probably won't live.

I walked home to Philardo with a chattering weapon and a clear tiredness.

The first thing to do when you get back to town is take your weapon to a blacksmith near the South Gate. I don't know what they'll say if I keep going to the guild. Well, you must be finding out... scumbag adventurers can't possibly find you. You can't be tickled. But you're not going to do this unless you tell me. I make a living from this. It's an important food support.

"Evening -. Is the Admiral here?

"Whoa! You're a rabbit!

It was this blacksmith's manager and dwarf Mr. Araguilla who showed up with the heat from the back. If you call me manager, I say, 'Call me general!' I call him the Admiral because he was drunk.

Dwarves. Speaking of blacksmiths, it would be Dwarves. It's that dwarf who looked disappointed. But the slightest difference is that it's not too short. The Admiral seems to be a dwarf and a human half. Musculoskeletally tall tall. It's a powerful mass. By the way, pureblooded dwarves seem to be properly short.

"I brought you a weapon today. Nice to meet you. And a new sword and dagger."

"You've brought a ton of them again... All right, the weapons are this way. Pick the one you like."

"Is it your apprentice's prototype again?

"Holy shit! It's 10,000 years early for a stone to wave my sword!

I get drunk, but this has been a good exchange lately. It doesn't make any particular sense.

Take a sword in a wooden cage and a dagger arranged in a crate and observe closely. Blade thickness, sharpness, feeling when held. Look for things that are less pale than previous swords. No matter how much "instrumental poverty" correction there is, you have to learn how to shake it with your body. Only the protagonist puts horseradish on his skills. And there is no protagonist correction in this world.

"Then let's do this two ways."

"Kah! You're taking the best one you can do!

"I'm always sorry"

I said, man, I'll do my hand to my head in the wind. I'll put it in my sheath while I watch Aragira and nibble. The same level of product makes the sheath and blade perfect size. Now the sheath bill also floats.

I get paid for weapons from goblins, and I pay for weapons from there. You can subtract it, but if it's the sex of a sad convenience store clerk, I can't feel safe without a proper exchange.

"Come back, you bunny."

"Yes, Admiral. See you later."

Mr. Aragira is also a very important person who is kind to me. He sees weapons, he sees people. Says I'm a good guy. I don't know the standard, but I'm glad it hasn't changed.

I head to the Alliance with a sense of dust. [M] To a twitchy, gushing feeling of darkness, but the lid could not.