It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Along the nearest road you will travel by carriage, from where you will travel on foot.

"I'm not talking about lords being able to get out themselves!?

The soldiers said they would handle it, but they decided to deal with it here with the people they were used to. I have some divinity when I get hurt, and I need a carriage escort. And when I told him about the operation, he stayed reluctantly, even if it didn't work.

"There are traces of walking around here…"

As for the captured thieves, the soldiers handled them better.

Even if I took him back to 'Lisatia', I confessed to the fact that there was an intention to raid him, so he's tied up with an attempted raid on nobility and a history of banditry. It was a waste of time to go back, so under my responsibility in the formal abridged trial, I executed and buried the remains. I had about two adventurer cards I made on the Doubtier side, so I'm going to give them to you when I get over there.

As he walks around relying on landmarks he hears from such prisoners, Rossa finds traces visibly. Having confirmed that, the lot will also be able to recognize if their eyes are used to it, leaving the two of them to take the lead.

Initially, I could have left it all to Ray to plan, but there's also the training of my people, and I need the head of the carriage-side escort.

Leggy and Lars are getting here with me. Hi, they're using the natural cave that was on the hill to create a base, so I'm going to ask you to broil out the escape route if anything happens.

"Ah!! Is it around there?

At the tip of the fiir pointing, I see a slightly taller green head. Is it far enough from here?

Lead the lot, lord Rossa, me and Liz change to a formation called the center, and move on using 'Vigilance'.

In no time, the forest opens and you can see the stuffy hills. Underneath it is a pompous mouth opening, with countless footprints following there.

"That... so don't sit down..."

Everyone nods at Lina's words.

"Well, as planned. Shall we gather raw trees?"

According to the prisoner's story, fewer than ten remain.

They're splitting it between day and night groups, and all that's left seems to specialize in night raids. Consider it highly proficient for that matter. The level of infantry that night raids can do without problems is limited even in 'Lisatia'.

However, it is not accompanied by a watchdog or something, is it Nagaidu (idyllic)?

We'll quietly put together the raw trees we've all collected and create an impromptu campfire in front of the cave.

"Smoke would be about as bad as food. Because he said it was only for us. Let's smoke it out. Lars wants you to tell me where the smoke is. If Reggie tells you, we'll split up and crush it."

When I told him that, there was a scowling Lars running, turning into a dragon, flying into the sky without sound.

I force the raw tree to fire with fire magic. Later he continued sending extended smoke with wind magic toward the back of the cave with the chat.

"Wow...... Tragic..."

I see the smoke that I can already stand in later will be sent into the cave later, and Fia groans disgustingly.

For a little while, Leggy raises her hand as she waits.

"There is one place where the smoke is thin and rising. I can direct you."

To that word, Lot and Dollar nod and run out with Leggy.

In front of the cave, Liz, Fia, and Lina are waiting with their weapons, and from the rear, Rossa is setting up a crossbow.

When I think about swallowing things I still wonder, I hear a coughing sound from the entrance of the cave. I raise my hand and wave down for the moment my hand grabs the outer wall of the cave waiting for a moment.

The moment Fia waves her sword away, the whirl dances the sky for a moment as the white draws a red line. A beating and resounding scream. Along with that, chat pushes raw wood campfire away in the wind. I poured in a breeze that raised its output all at once towards the back of the cave.

Men who are stirred up and desperate to open their eyes to see what's going on. Towards that revealing appearance, Lina, Liz strikes.

It feels like a touch of armor sleeve, and the moment I stumble down seven people and later I wonder if it's just one person stopping a little behind me, the sound of a hiccup sounds from behind. The arrow released from the crossbow did not overaim, but pierced the forehead of the man who peered this way from the shadow behind.

"Looks like he got run over."

Lot tells me as he raises the jaw of the tied up man. Apparently, only one of the small holes built for emergency evacuation came out. Apparently the youngest was hunted out to see what was going on ahead because it was a hole that I couldn't move without crawling on all fours.

When I asked the man who had been captured alive to perform the chief test, it was the leader of this group who was watching in the back, and now the rest was with everyone.

"Are there others, such as the people you're capturing?

I shake my head (wearing it) desperately to ask that question. He said he didn't grab people for fear of getting legs on them.

While we wait for the smoke to scatter, we all take turns digging holes. Honestly, he said you've been digging holes. I lay down the wreckage thinking about that at the edge of my head. I don't soil it yet.

"Well, I was wondering if you could give me some guidance."

When I tell you so, most and young men lead with pine lights and go into the cave. I can see faults on the walls, so I assume it would be a cave that was made when the occasional crust fluctuations occurred. Live faults... Proceeding for about a hundred meters wondering if the earthquake will happen around here in the future to the source of the earthquake, it goes out into a wide space.

The entire space covered with cloth has moisture, body odor, and an indescribable odor burned to it. Blankets are thrown clutterfully as they are on the ground.

As the man stepped on the blanket, he proceeded to the back and saw several half-broken crates piled up.

"This is what I'm storing..."

To the man's words, the lot flips the crate, but came out with preserved food, about 300,000 wares and about 100,000 ticas of dubtica.

Lot shakes his head, dollar exhales humously. That's a crude result when it comes to a group of over thirty people who were committing banditry. While everyone was surrounded by a soggy atmosphere, his eyes kept moving slightly as he looked at the face of the young man.

"Do you have anything to say?

When I urge a man, he is frightened and stiff and shakes his head.

"I don't mind if you don't tell me. Lots, dollars. I wonder if I can ask for it."

When I tell you, the two of you take a man to the entrance.

"Is something wrong?

Liz asks me as I tilt my neck, so I flutter and laugh bitterly.

"It wouldn't taste good to keep bandits running at this level of profitability."

I pick up a piece of worl coin that is squirming in the crate and jump it up nicely.

"There's got to be some hidden property."

Grab a tight worl coin, close the lid and concentrate on 'detection'. Keep the coins at your feet, everyone's wallets, hidden in your pockets, ignore them, and expand your range of detection. Then you can see an image of a large number of gatherings in places on the wall side.

"I was wondering if you could look that way"

When I point, Rosa runs and drags the cloth down. As you touch the surface of the wall close to the pine light, it fits and stops moving.

"It's crazy here. It feels different from here."

To match that word, everyone puts up a scoop.

"Shall we dig?"

Digging holes again... With that in mind, I'm going to dig into the soft hole walls.

"Again, that's a lot..."

When I went outside, the dollar and the lot looked at this one as if it had spooked me. About three loots apart from the crate you taught me. Unlike the decaying wooden crate earlier, it is a genuine chest made of decent wood.

When I saw him, he didn't look like a man, and the dug hole was filled back in.

"Because it seemed like he was making hidden property"

I tell him that, and use the force of 'rigidity' in the keyhole to hit him hard with a scoop. sounds like kon, ignores the shaky keyhole, opens the crate.

"Again, that's a lot..."

The dollar squeaks like it's shuddered again.

Among them, 10,000 Worr coins lined up in astonishment.