Kujonin

When I woke up, it was tough.

Seth, Mermo and Rita have a cold, and some dwarf aunts and children are also sleeping.

"Ah! Did you bring the pathogen?"

A race that has not met other humans for a thousand years. It seems that the pathogens of the Northern Hemisphere and the pathogens owned by the dwarves are rampant.

By the way, why am I not catching a cold? No, I don't remember having a cold since coming to this world. What's going on with my body?

"Why are we okay?"

"I was fighting various monsters in the jungle, so I wonder if I could naturally produce antibodies."

"I guess I was eating mold."

"I'm a demonic.

Isle, Versa and Bow are laughing while scratching the back of the head.

When I examined him with consultation skills, I did not understand anything other than a slight fever.

The dwarves seem to be drinking bitter soups that are already rich in nutrients and dealing with them. We had the skirts split and let the Seth drink. Nevertheless, a deadly virus is really dangerous.

"It's okay. Overworked people caught cold."

Dwarf patriarchs are optimistic. This may be the case if you think about it.

I asked the guys and found that the stool had turned green because of the spiritilina, so there was no problem. Even though the symptoms are mild, it is likely that this will happen in the future, so whenever I go to a new land I wash my clothes and wash my whole body with a cleanup. If you ever go to the polar regions, that could wipe out the people who live there.

When the dwarves got permission to stay, they were happy to say, "Please stay for days." He seemed to like the dried fish of Herringfish, the liquor he had hidden, and my magic circle.

It's bad for me to stay for free, so I help my work.

As imagined, the dwarves were good at using metal and had mining and blacksmithing tasks, but were rejected as "difficult without skills."

All we can do is work in the potato field in the cave or stir the pond that breeds Spirulina. Watering the fields while being taught by the dwarves. The water flows through a clear river under the cave and seems to be carried in buckets. When I drew the magic circle of space magic, I was overjoyed.

However, he told me that if I were gone and the bucket was broken, he wouldn't be able to use the magic circle, and he was asked by a Dwarf uncle who first met to create a magic circle mold. It's okay to just draw and teach.

"Well, maybe that?"

In case of an accident, I set the limit to 100 liters in the bucket, without limit, and drew the magic circle on parchment and handed it to the dwarves.

"I restricted the magic circle."

The dwarf's uncle looked at him dissatisfied, but he was convinced that he explained that `` the magic circle is a delicate technique and even a slight mistake could cause the accident of evaporating all the water in the river '' It seems. Above all, he seemed to be tingling at the magic circle, and when he heard me, the uncle of the dwarf flew to the forge with a parchment.

There is a good salt plum for everything.

"Aunt, this is the same magic circle I gave to my uncle ..."

I gave the dwarf aunt in the field a parchment depicting the same magic circle.

If you teach someone a special technique, you will have a right. That doesn't mean that the Dwarf's uncle is unreliable, I don't know what will happen in the future, or what will happen on behalf of children or grandchildren. I thought I didn't want to bring anything that would be a source of conflict to the small community of dwarves. I never thought of that before. Probably because the dwarves in this cave looked pure too.

The dwarf aunt who received the parchment stared at me silently.

"If everyone knows, there will be no conflict. Give it to the patriarch."

The dwarf aunt said to me, "Fuh," and smiled with his nose and looked sad.

"... You are a good guy."

"Well, isn't it a good guy?"

I just pulled out the weeds and helped the fields that Versa and the others started to spread.

Near the evening, I and I nap to get rid of the slime at night. Even in the dwarven settlements, work is essential. I feel my arms are dull.

"Where are you going?"

The dwarven patriarch calls out to us as we leave the cave at night.

"It's an exterminator of slime. It's slime only at night. I don't know what to do if I don't get the request from the evil god."

"I see. How far are you going?"

"How far ... the southern hemisphere is all. Well, I'm thinking of going east today."

"Well ..... can you tell me when you go south?"

"I see. Do you have anything?"

"Yeah ... well, I'll tell you at that time."

The dwarf patriarch looked up at the night sky, where the stars were clearly visible. It's hard to say. There is no need to listen.

"Because there's a salt lake in the east, take some salt to get rid of it."

"Yes"

Listening to the patriarch's request, we headed for the desert.

Exterminate slime that jumps out of the sand and collect magic stones. If they were making sound, they would come together naturally, and if they pulled enough, they would throw a sound bomb at their feet and the slime swarm in the sand would become abnormal.

Pull it out of the sand, cut the skin on the surface with a knife, apply a desiccant, and remove the magic stone. Repeat the usual work.

Slime also appeared in rocky areas. Much faster than other demons, the body is metallic and the moonlight reflects. I was hoping that I could get a great deal of experience from the knowledge of the world before, but I and I, who had a high level in the first place, didn't understand much. By the way, Aisle drove into the hole dug by slashing and weakened it with a heated magic circle laid on the bottom, so regardless of the quickness, we just peeled off the shrunk hard skin at brute force. As we did not use desiccant, cospa is very good.

As the patriarch said, there was a salt lake east of the dwarf cave, where salt water was drawn on the shore, dried in a magic circle and collected in a pot. As expected, there was no slime in the salt lake. It wasn't at sea, and slime in the southern hemisphere may not have adapted to salt.

"Did you draw?"

"Wait a minute"

At dawn before dawn, under a dim sky, Aisle draws a map with magic stone lamps at hand. The temperature is just right and the wind is calm, so it is perfect for drawing.

Recently, she seems to be conscious of longitude and latitude. I looked at the compass used on the ship many times and checked the angle. The map was quite quaint, if not the cleanest map used by navigators.

"I hope I understand," he says, but he seems to be happy when he praise.

Exterminating the slime around the dwarf cave took about a week.

The people who have had a cold have recovered completely, and the fields are expanding. I decided to take the patriarch's words and make it a temporary base on this continent.

I was going south to get rid of the slime, so I called the patriarch to the plaza and reported a difficult face.

"There are mountains in the south, do you go beyond that?"

"The scope of the request is the entire Southern Hemisphere, so I will go anywhere there is land."

"I see ..."

"What's south?"

"... a tree"

The patriarch continued, touching the long stretched beard.

"No, at first it should have been a depression. There was a pool of devils called" the devil's corpse ", around which monsters seeking the demon settled and lush grasslands spread out. Hometown ... "

Did the demons and dwarves live around the pool? If so, what is a tree? Do you mean that the dwarves are here? Questions and answers came to my mind one after another.

"Maybe a tree is a world tree?"

"Did you know! Is that a world tree? More than six months ago, a large tree suddenly grew out of a pool of magic elements. The leaves and leaves covered the sky. Our lives have changed completely, and we have fled so far. We knew that there was a cave where the Black Dragon lived, but if we could not find it, our race would die I guess he was "

More than six months ago? It was around the time I met the evil god at Flora and proposed slimes and world trees. The time is perfect.

"I'm sorry"

Since I apologized, I explained to the patriarch how he met God and the evil god, that he was a different world, and that he had heard that there were no demons or people in the southern hemisphere. I told you.

"Is that so ... No, if I say no anger, I'll lie, but if we fight here, it's a jar of evil god."

"Is there any damage?"

I was afraid to ask. I felt that I had to ask as a proposer.

"Of course it was a tree, no matter how big it was. The demons were climbing up the branches and leaves and building their nests, so we knew we would be able to adapt. If we cut the world tree, the flowers would bloom beautifully, The fruits are sweeter than any fruit I've ever eaten, and my diet has improved dramatically. We were arrogant that we could better use the world tree environment than any monster. "

The patriarch gripped his beard and narrowed his eyes.

"The further toward the center of the world tree, the more beautiful the scenery, and when someone notices that sweet fruit is available, they may have already been trapped in the world tree trap. Some died from those who were trying to stand above others, some were taken into the world tree and sucked magic, some returned as demons, and there is no purity or honesty in nature. Every plant and every monster is fighting for survival. We have forgotten. "

The patriarch closed his eyes face down, saying "only half a year."

"There are few wise or arrogant people in this settlement because they have fled the world tree. Are you still going south?"

The patriarch's eyes were reddened, and tears were hanging around the corners of the eyes.

"I'm going. It's work."

"If you don't say anything!"

The patriarch returned to his home, the cave.

Anyone can just say "go." You can do as much as you want with ad hoc resolution. Prepare carefully. The only way to do this is to analyze and consider failures and keep going.

Our only request is to remove slime. Go to all places where slime is likely and establish an extermination method.

Be careful not to shake it.