Tightened out of the blacksmith facility, we had no choice but to return to the village.

"... is that okay, that?

Ask the village chief for once.

"I think a single adventurer is out of range to do it on his own?

No, I'm not the in-laws I could have told you if I was wrong.

I know that.

I'm the one who reclaimed the mine. I was also the one who negotiated a truce with the Demons on my own.

Or he might have been inspired to see me do whatever I want.

"No, I guess there's a buck in that young man's behavior"

"Buck?"

Meaningful remarks by the village chief.

"That young man has been sent by the city of Campbell. Perhaps that city wants to bite the big profits that wind up in the recapture of the Mithril mine."

"Can't you bite? Not as it is now?

"As things stand, it doesn't matter directly just because that city is nearby. Only the operation of the mine is a center guild that stands above all guilds. Besides, only our village in the passage of supplies has anything to do with it."

So far the wind guild executives who are partitioning everything seem to belong to the center guild.

He himself brought in a lot of elite adventurers affiliated with the center guild, but still had anxiety about the head count, so he asked for backup from the biggest Campbell Street in the local neighborhood?

So far, that's the only element Campbell Street can chew on this case.

That support unit is also my active (?) So I can suppress my defensive force, so I pay you box.

I don't even know what it's like to be in a hurry in view of them.

"I wonder if I've done something wrong...?

"I don't mind. It's a story that didn't originally matter over there. It's more glamorous to look at profits and squeal out."

It also makes sense what the village chief says.

So what if I don't feel sorry for Heta?

Campbell Street Momentum will talk to Guild Executives later...

When I got back to the village centre for now, something unusual was happening.

Marika was knocking my grandfather out.

"Why?

A tragedy that takes place in a peaceful rural village.

At the foot of the village's best beauty, an old man from Zutaboro was rolling.

"Ah, Mr. Darriel, welcome home."

"Even if you are greeted by Hutu in such a tragic situation!!"

Marika is strong, though she no longer knew.

Draw the blood of your father, who was a former adventurer, or beat up between amateurs, you win most of the time. If I let him have the weapon, he'll be able to take down the monster too.

But that's why you shouldn't be violent with an old man!

"Marika, what's wrong with this?

"This? Oh! Listen to me, Mr. Darriel! I tried to touch these grandpa atashi tits!

Attempted to do this trick.

But it deserves to die.

Let's keep an eye out for Grandpa crawling to the ground from me too.

"Grandpa? Isn't that a no? Why don't you act like a moron? Next time you do it, I'll kill you, okay?

"Ah so...! This village stopped joking for a while."

…………

"... excuse me"

I hope you understand.

Did my silent appeal make sense. Grandpa reflected on me as I blued my face.

But wait?

You're not from this old man's village, are you?

That's just a small village, so I learned the faces of all the inhabitants in a month or two, too.

This grandfather doesn't match my memory at all.

"Are you a traveler? But what can I do for a village with nothing like this?

Don't tell me the new face, but now I can't abandon the suspicious either as a resident of the village.

In fact, we're already having Isakoza, an attempted moron, and in some cases we have to maintain law and order as village adventurers.

"Uh, Grandpa? Could you accompany us for a moment, if possible?

He also tried to take him to the village chief's house, but his grandfather stares at something as he crawls to the ground.

...... hmm?

Me?

"Hey there heppoco adventurer"

And call me Grandpa.

That would be about me, but Marika steps on Grandpa immediately.

"Guuuuuuuu!?"

"Who's Heppocco? I'm sorry if I insulted our Darriel.

Marika is strong after all.

But you should stop stepping on that, if you step so much on your old body's back, the damage to your hips sucks.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If you had such a hectic commission...!!"

A tip?

Oh, you mean the sword I'm lowering from my waist.

If you thought I was looking at something jizzy, you'd be worried about this.

"Just pull it out."

Grandpa says.

I don't have a brother-in-law to follow, but I'll honestly try to pull the knife out because there's no reason to refuse.

"... it's still quite an antiquity. Aren't you going to grind too much and lose nearly half of your body? So even if you put it in the sheath, you don't grab it."

Are you saying you were watching that?

"No, well, but well maintained. That's why I can use this crap, but I don't care how you look at it anymore, it's past the stage where you can use it in action."

The sword would have been more than happy to use it until it was so much, says Grandpa.

But......

"An adventurer who tries to use a weapon that can no longer be used has no crisis management. Don't call this heppoco. What do you say?

"Is that...!?"

"If you're an adventurer, make sure you don't choose the weapons that will keep your life. That's not all I wanted to say."

Neither me nor Marika could argue with that claim.

This sword is what keeps me using the equipment that was in the village.

I knew it was an old product, but I still have trouble saying that I want a new one because of my condition.

"But Mr. Dariel has enough to fight with this sword. Even the serpent the other day, you knocked him down with this sword, didn't you?

Still, Marika tries to argue somehow.

"Even the demon soldiers must have knocked them down with this sword, right? If you're as strong as Mr. Darriel, you're invincible as no weapon."

Marika.

Wouldn't that be better not to say too much...!?

"... that story, isn't it?

Holla! Grandpa's got suspicious eyes, too!

Before that, who is this grandfather?

I can't figure it out, but the conversation is moving forward!?

"Is that serpent a monster? I don't even know if it's awesome if I don't know the area...!?"

"Blaze Death Size is him."

"Huh!?"

As soon as I gave him the name of a serpent monster, his grandfather was visibly surprised.

"Are you telling me you slaughtered that reaper snake with such a decaying sword!? It's not really served!? Oh my god!?"

"Is that so possible?

Sure, that serpent scale was hard, and the majority of attacks seemed to bounce back though.

"But when I think about it, it wasn't a sword..."

"What did you use?

"Stone throwing"

"Toshiki!?"

Stunning grandfather more and more.

I never thought I'd be worried about that overreaction.

I was wondering if I would ascend with excitement.

"Asshole ah! If I could kill a monster just by throwing a stone, there would be no significance for me and the other blacksmiths!!"

Huh?

Blacksmith?

"Old man! Let me see your hands for a second!

"Huh?"

Are you sure you don't want to be called by your grandfather...!

"Fine! If you're as craftsman as I am, just look at your hands and you'll know more about adventurers!!"

Forced to take my hand and stare. Not only that, but it touches me all over the place.

"Um...?

Exactly what it feels like to be touched from the same sex...?

"Hey, what is this aura...? Slash (slash), Sting (protrude), Hit (hit), Guard (guard). Optimal in everything……!?"

I really know!?

What the hell is this grandpa...!?

"This is..., we have to name it again...!

Grandpa says, changing his attitude gallantly from the beginning.

"I'm Smith, the blacksmith. I heard you could train Mithril."