Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

It's only been an hour since Liz and the others ran for me.

In the meantime, the wind gaze was examined in detail by a microscope and a final confirmation was made to ensure that there were no mistakes or misses.

Speaking of the others, I stood and sat looking shabby and repeated, and when the knights scattered among the people came together, they finally showed signs of an end.

"I guess it's time. Let's get geared up and head that way by noon to leave this place to the vigilante."

"A whole day at work or a pain in the ass"

"Liz doesn't have a clock, but you know what time it is?

"It's the middle of the morning and noon, right? You'll see."

Apparently.

Speaking of how do you know, they say it's the inclination of the sun, the feeling of the air, the comprehension of the belly clock.

Is that what it is to be in an age without a clock?

By the way, I was giving a weird time to see if the wind watches were jet lag between Earth and this one.

Perhaps this world has more than twenty-four hours a day.

"So, you're done over there?

"It was an easy one. We're a mixture of subhumans, so it wasn't long with good ears and nose."

Is it usually a more difficult job? Liz doesn't look like a fart either.

Then she was also about to ask about this end of the line, but this situation was cleaned up nicely by the microscope and so on.

Seemed to understand as soon as I could.

"This is the end of the street. Get rid of this place. Now it's the source of the infection."

"Hmm, then what about the suspected infection? Do you want to kill me?

"Hey, Ra, tell him to stop making noise."

Liz puts her hand on the sabel with a prankster's face.

Wouldn't she be deliberately evil for wanting her to stand like a jean dog?

I don't know the truth. I didn't see anything in her as she stepped aside and raised her hand.

"Even if the infection is suspected, I'm just gonna have a follow-up at a vigilante detention center or something where I was caught before. It might be cramped, but it would be better than getting killed without question, and let's have patience.... so the three of them there?

If I sent my gaze, the three suspected of infection were nodding without any reluctance.

I guess it was too much enthusiasm for them to just go into detention for just thinking about how much-killed they would be.

"Chloe healed the wound, and it's no problem, right? In the meantime, I'll have the vigilante keep an eye on you for about ten days, but when that's over, you can go back to your usual life and you'll be fine. However, if you have swollen arms or a wound, or a cold reaction, you need to be prepared."

"Fine, enough is enough. Knight."

"But I think the chances of that happening are pretty low. Let me know if you feel unwell. 'Cause I'm gonna do my best."

I never wobbled like I was ready anymore.

I also pledge my best efforts to honor it.

Originally, it was suspected that there would be bacteria in the wound and inflammation, etc., but that is unlikely in the present condition, where sufficient sterilization has been applied and the wound has been completely healed.

If this swells, it means that the parasite has an immune response.

You'll really have to chop off your arm or think about some kind of medication then.

"Well, that's it next time."

"Is...?

"I think you're the ones most likely to be infected."

It was the wild horses who said that.

But they caught fire when they heard a word that couldn't possibly have happened.

I make a fuss and try to pack it all together.

"Liz,"

"Yes, sir. Everybody, stand down."

but the wind does not allow it.

When Liz called, the knight simultaneously pulled out his weapon and surrounded the wild horse.

It is as if we had a meeting before.

"Don't let those people get away with it. Just be careful not to touch anyone directly."

"Duh, why not!? What if we're not even bitten?

It is ugly when the spearhead comes to us that we blame all others for bracketing high that we are not in danger at all.

Until then, it will be because there was no learning, but until now, suspicion is not just a praiseworthy attitude to punish. The wind also responds to the confluence.

If you had made an effort to sympathize or try to understand, the story would have been a little different.

"You've seen those parasites, too. I looked it up in my mind, but I knew that one was only in my muscles and brain. There was not a single one in my mouth or nails. So even if you get bitten or scratched with your mouth without the culprit of ghoulisation, you can't help but get infected. That's why we miss these people."

They could understand as much as this, no matter how much.

You don't have any objections, do you? And if I sent my gaze to make sure to each and every one of them, they would have stuck their objections in their mouths.

I seem to have learned from previous experience that protests without a reason have a painful backlash.

I made sure there was nothing to say. The windscape continues intact.

"So I think the assumption that the bitten person would be infected in the first place was wrong. As I just said, the parasite was only in the brain and muscles. So, who do you think has the best chance of infection on this scene right now?

The wind gaze turned to the wild horse.

If you want to go into more detail, it's in the hands of wild horses, looking at bloody wet farm tools.

No one will know what that murder weapon did.

"That's probably someone who wore blood and brains trying to kill them in mind because they're gools. That's how I think infecting people from people is ghoul."

"Wow, don't give me all the explanations I don't understand! So, first of all, how can you do this to such a small thing!?

I meant to chew it up quite a bit and explain, but is it still hard to tell people who don't know microbes to suddenly understand?

Or what just wants to deny anything.

The wind gaze just calmly overlaps the facts.

"That's certainly a small one. I don't think there's any harm to boulders by one. But if there's tens of millions of them that can't be counted, that's not the story, is it? There's nothing wrong with being stabbed by one bug, but if you think about it being stabbed by a hundred, you know what I mean? If you were a bee, you'd be dead."

"It's..."

"I told you to just look at the progress on that. Luckily, we didn't all hiccup Ghoul. I just hit him hard in the head and submerged him in the skull. Did anybody get blood or flesh pieces from their head, or did they get into their mouth or their eyes? If he's not there, only the weapons that attacked Ghoul will burn and dispose of him, and he'll be almost fine. I'll make sure it's safe, but I didn't come here because I wanted to kill someone."

Thus, the last words that went on to say, "It's okay, don't worry," became the deciding factor, and the wild horses quieted down with the farm tools in their hands on the ground.

And then some of the slave knights were asked to put this farm tool and Joseph together and incinerate it, and they were supposed to hand it over to the vigilante.

A lot of people follow exactly what the wind gaze should do.

Sometimes. Why, why? Even when asked, as before, he chewed up the explanation, and at the end of the day, he was convinced that things were going very well.

It seems that people who had just been pushed by some of the ideas of power, such as lords and superior knights, have also shown great understanding of this.

This wouldn't have happened if I didn't remember the words. It was helpful that he also had a part to make sense of.

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Thus, only the noise around the ghouled converges.

In this noise, the wind watchers had been circling the tavern since the other day, and the story spread instantly all over Hydra that it was the clerics and knights who led the solution.

Says something like 'Strange knight with dark hair black eyes and cleric exorcised Ghoul without harming anyone' dominates.

There is damage at a time when Joseph or someone was injured, but it seems that the leg color and Ghoul are already due to the perception that they are demons.

Besides, the most important thing about this story is that the knight led us to a solution.

A knight is inherently nothing but a pawn of war following the life of a lord.

Such a righteous knight was unusual in the streets because of his poor power and privilege, and because there are even strippers known as bandit knights in the streets.

That was partly due to the rapid spread of rumors.

No way, many people suspected that, but occasionally when the parties were together, they would tell the truth in detail.

That was such a weird brunette, dark-eyed man, an anatomist who cut and opened without fear and looked up the cause, he said.

It seems that more people have trusted one or two people to talk too much about lying.

There's just no reason for the wind to know what's going on, walking a step away from such a civil myth.

Instead, I was getting smaller wondering if I had done anything wrong to a bunch of gaze gathering weirdly from around me.

Citizens say, 'Isn't that rumored black?' Although it is.

"Did we do something?

"Daimyo, you must be in danger on yesterday's tour of the tavern, right? And now we have a lot of knights."

"Uh, sure..."

"Oh, shit! Master Kazumi didn't do anything wrong. Innocent!"

I was Chloe asking Liz to correct me for not treating me like this, but it's a mistake.

Doing that doesn't change my eyes from around me.

In the end, this protest ended with Chloe just rocking Liz.

Chloe still looks uncomfortable, whether it tickles with a stabbing gaze from around her.

But the road from slum to castle is long.

The wind gaze only prayed that Chloe couldn't stand it in the meantime and wouldn't explode.

"Dear Windmill, What the hell were you letting Liz and the others look for then? Master Windmill must have done a good thing...?

"Um, I still don't know if it's a good thing, but Liz and the others were looking for the source of the infection and the tools to use there."

"Is that what you said was a dungeon or a building material store?

"Yes, yes. Because the place that caused Joseph to go ghoulish had crude ideas, and tools are essential to combat the source of the infection."

"... that still means where Hydra supposedly was, right?

It was Chloe who told me not to be very confident, but it is clear to you. "Correct," the wind gaze returned to her.

but she still doesn't seem to be comfortable with it.

"Dear Windmill, as far as I can tell, Hydra should have died over a hundred years ago. Surely Hydra, who was in an underground cave near this city, could not stand his teeth even in numerous Yingjie, such as Doni's ancestors, who had made up his fortune, crusaded the cave by filling it with oil and fire... Will that Hydra poison now make more ghouls?

"I'm still not sure where it is, either."

"No, it's more convincing than being told we have a Necromancer."

It was Liz who pinched her mouth.

She said, "Hey?" Glenn or a slave knight following him nods when he asks for consent.

"We've been watching every day for attacks on this city. It's harder to say what happened here is the cause than to say that someone who has crossed that overlapping net is the killer."

"It should be easier to find poisonous dragon blood, poison, and necromancers than it is to find them."

"Was I? Maybe it's true if you guys are like that. I was lost."

Glenn may say no to Chloe bowing her head to pepper and discipline.

"Besides, if it was Hydra, that explains the sword Joseph got.... but is Hydra something that can be defeated by flames in the first place? I think dragons are resistant to flames."

"No, some of it seems to have worked. But I hear that the degree of fire arrows and pine lighting didn't make sense. It is also said that other decent swords barely allow the blade to pass and that the broken sword has become enough to block the path of the cave"

"I see..."

I had even heard of defeating Hydra, but I had never heard of it until this story. The windscape often made me think.

From what he has thought, there are about two reasons why the parasite was alive.

One is that only parasite eggs simply live in underground caves.

Some parasite eggs flying in the wind go into your mouth, and that's the pattern that grows in your body. If Joseph got infected with this, you shouldn't be in too many caves wearing a mask.

but it was at least a hundred years ago that Doni's ancestors defeated him.

Whatever it is, it is hard to believe that the eggs of the time remain infectious and present.

Two is that the creatures in the cave live with the parasites.

That is, if the gourd is infected with rats, bats, etc., and the life ring is ready.

This one will be fine if you keep your gear on it, even if you get attacked. No problem as long as you don't splash your organs and even knock them down.

This should probably be the most likely.

Trying to explain these two things, Chloe looked disgusted by them both.

"No, there's another possibility."

That's when Liz has had a mean look. I thought you were willing to make fun of Chloe again, and she said:

"If Hydra is still alive"

... is a pattern that I would never want to have.

What do you want me to do with the average person? You want to say, now the wind gaze gave me an overtly unpleasant look.

But on the other hand, Chloe's expression suddenly glowed.

Where she doesn't say it, the wind sees it somehow. It's the usual illness.

Evidence of this is that glittering eyes are directed.

"I'm telling you, I'm a normal person. It's not like a legendary dragon slayer or anything, is it?

"Yes, I understand.“ Not yet, "isn't it!

"... Chloe, we'll discuss this next time. I'm sure there are still a lot of misunderstandings..."

In other words, she expects Tan, a hero who crusades Hydra to the wind.

Thank you for waving impotent.

Weird anxiety passes, he was to speed up his legs to the castle in an attempt to be ready for now alone.