Kujonin

After lunch, we board a covered wagon with Cynthia and head for Knocking Hill.

The men are sleeping, and the three women seem to be talking to Cynthia on the platform.

Get up in the evening and camp in the wasteland tonight. It would be better to move slowly to rest the fee hose.

When barbecuing in the darkness of nothing else, bandits and demons come in. Cynthia wasn't aware because she had beaten her before approaching, but Marquez and Shiose asked, "What magic?"

"No, I'm just throwing stones."

Once you're in range of your detection skills, you're just picking up and throwing pebbles. Thieves do not take their lives because of clothes and armor, but monsters are snacking properly.

"What are the surviving bandits?"

Marquez asked.

"You can tell by watching Seth."

Seth stripped the body of a thief in the middle of grilling barbecue meat and tied to the trees that sometimes grew beside the highway.

"Have you been doing this all the time?"

Shiose asked.

"Because there's no carriage space to hand over to the guard, and if you throw it on the ground you'll be eaten by monsters. If a merchant or guard who passes here finds you tomorrow, you'll pick it up?"

In my explanation, Marquez and Shiose were convinced with a slight pull.

The women seem interested in Cynthia's marriage and are eager to listen. He used various words to say, "A man doesn't move unless he is instructed and he doesn't understand the feelings of a woman." I go to bed early because I can't listen.

The next morning, we had a good breakfast in the thick fog before leaving.

Today, Seth was sitting on the platform and receiving Cynthia's teachings. I'm a free carrier, making soap. The women seem to drink a lot and are sleeping.

Marquez and Shiose also make soap. When I talked about bacteria, they actively participated.

"I won't die, but I'll catch a cold."

"I knew that there was a disease that could not be cured by recovery magic or recovery medicine, but there is no such small monster."

Both were impressed and helped.

We had lunch on the way, and finally arrived at Knocking Hill when the sun was falling. I feel like the road was paved and arrived quite early.

As we approached Knocking Hill, the roads became wider and carriages continued to enter and exit the town.

"The town is getting bigger."

A new building extends outside the gate.

"It's a key city of trade. I guess Alfred's grandfather is waiting at the castle.

Cynthia asked.

"No, just up to the adventurer's guild. I want to see the town."

"all right"

If you meet Alfred, there is a possibility that the request will be imposed, so I would like to preview it before that.

She left Cynthia, promising to meet again in front of the Adventurer's Guild.

"There are many dark elf slaves."

Isle looked around and said,

Certainly, there are many dark elves dressed in small towns. Everyone was taken to a slaver, throating, watching a thin, merchant selling food.

"I'm so hungry."

Even on the adventurer's guild notice board, there were more requests for dark elves than requests for demon defeat, such as requests for escort of slave merchants or security controls on smugglers. There seems to be a lot of escort requests from merchant guilds.

"Is this a refugee rather than a slave?"

It's just an international issue.

"All members"

I once formed a circle, including Marquez and Shiose.

"Let's check again. We're a cleaning and extermination company! It's not related to international affairs!

"" "Oh!" "

When everyone was united, a few guards came into the adventurer's guild to look for someone.

"I heard that a few people dressed in blue got here !?"

"It doesn't fit my eyes that I can hide!"

"Sure information is coming in. Come on!"

The guards shouted.

The adventurer's guild was crowded with the adventurer receiving the request and the merchant making the request, but immediately his eyes gathered at my jumpsuit. Divided into nature and crowded, a path is created between the guard and me. The guard lifted his cheeks and laughed, grabbed my arm and said, "Let's come!"

"I'm OK. I won't run away. Is it a castle?"

"Good, come!"

The guards don't let go of my arm.

Employees in the back are playing iron guards, trying to touch themselves, bending their iron spears. Marquez and Shiose are following, laughing laughing at the situation. The only thing I haven't noticed is the guard holding my arm.

"Why are you so intolerable? Absolutely ... Guard, never look back."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I'm not going to do any harm if I take me to the castle as directed by Alfred. Don't let go of this arm. Don't look back at anything you hear.

"What, what? Why Alfred?"

While holding my arm, the guard glanced backwards and stopped, saying nothing.

Ayr was just throwing the fainted guards on the roof of the adventurer's guild building.

"Ah, did you see it? Calling for support doesn't change much. Will you take me quietly to the castle? Maybe your fellow adventurer's guild staff will help you."

When I said that, the guard who was grasping his arm nodded and turned to the front, stayed silent and guided me to the castle. On the way, other guards who noticed something changed came here, but the guard who walked at the top of us controlled by hand and stopped.

By the time we were guided into the castle, there was a crowd behind us for some reason. You may have noticed that something starts.

"This is it. Alfred, we've brought the people!"

"Hmm, you're having a hard time.

An old man with his face half distorted looked back. The map is spread out on the table where the old man is holding hands, and pieces simulating a horse are lined up as if to start in a battle. Around the table, clever nobles gazed at the map, deepening severe face wrinkles.

"Came or Komuro Company. You did it immediately, how many guards were killed?"

Alfred asked the guard.

"It's the bare minimum."

"Hmm, how much do you think it would cost you to pay for a single guard to become a single guard? Educational expenses include food, armor, spears, and other equipment. If you have the right to take it away, But? "

We met for mount as soon as we met.

"Would you like to stop the barren questions? There are refugees out there? It looks like I have no time to play with me. Explain the situation."

Abu-nee, it was good to see the town.

"Currently, the smell of black barremo is spreading on wasteland."

Black Barremo? Pathogenic bacteria?

"The elves say that the wasteland was further cursed as we commenced trade with the Allies of Ruineia. Pure healing pills were enough to heal him. , But the curse disappears. ''

"Human damage?"

I asked Alfred.

"Wasteland is already starving, and you've seen the town's dark elven youth enslaving to the Russell Allies in an attempt to reduce his mouth. The problem is, there is no way to do it. "

"Is Black Barremo coming into the Allies of Ruginia?"

I heard more.

"No, it's on the brink ... it should be a matter of time. It might be a matter of time. It's already in the hill lake's territory, and the central government is in control of the eagles and others. It's a completely unexpected situation. Company, save the Wasteland, the country of the Dark Elves. ''

It's a straightforward word for Alfred. Does that mean that you're all faced?

"It's surprising."

"What is it?"

"I'm surprised Alfred doesn't use anything."

To be honest, Alfred laughed.

"Did you say? I did what I could do. I asked both the botanist and the sorcerer, but I still could not find a solution. If I could solve it by plot, I would do the eagle ... I only think about bargaining negotiations with them. ''

Alfred held his fist with regret. Even if you get angry and get discounted.

"Do dark elves depend on Barremo?"

I asked to confirm.

"Yes. I grow in more than 30 percent of the wasteland's fields. Curses are spreading day by day. What do you actually think?"

"No matter how you say ... If healing medicine and prayer do not work, I think that it is not a curse but a pathogen. I do not know that I will not examine it."

"What is a pathogen?"

What did you explain?

"Is it a kind of tiny mushroom that's so invisible?"

"Is such a small thing so influential?"

"Sufficiently possible."

"Is it okay to ask a mushroom scholar? No, isn't there such a scholar ... can it help?"

It seems that trade with Wasteland, which had begun, could be severed again. The surrounding nobles are also sweating fat.

"We are cleaning and extermination companies. We do not know each other, but we will exterminate what can be exterminated. We have to go to the elf village anyway."

"Huh, don't count on elves. Don't listen!"

He said in an angry voice from Alfred.

"What happened to the elven village?"

"I'm opposed to the wasteland ban on food exports. Perhaps you think you'll lose income because you have land in the wasteland. You have food to export, even though the dark elf has no food to eat I'm doing it, it's crazy, apparently I want to make a terrorist. "

Alfred further distorted the distorted face. I'm not sure but the elf seems to be doing bad things.

"Don't worry"

Suddenly, Marquez, who was listening behind him, opened his mouth.

"Eating is the basis of living. You must take care of everything to live. The Komuro Company will fulfill your request to protect it.

What are you saying, Marquez!

"Hahaha, I have hired a funny guy. Now I can't finish, Naoki."

Alfred laughed.

"Come on, Marquez! I'll go before I can put any more pressure on me."

"Oh, take this."

Alfred handed a black leather notebook.

"I'm going to be appointed envoy of the Allies of the Republic of Russia now. If I show this on the border, I'll get through."

I got my black leather notebook and put it in my pocket.

"Then Sabui is sneaking into the wasteland. If you're short on hand or want information, put a windmill in the inn window."

Sabui was a former chariot in Alfred's carriage, and was a former bandit.

"I see. Is there anything else?"

"If you do, half of the dark elves will disappear from the world.

What kind of pressure you're going to put at all.

We finally left the castle.

"Mr. Marquez, don't say things you don't know if you can do it."

Be careful with Marquez as president. Related to the company's credit.

"Okay, the Comlo Company can do it, and even if Barremo fails, there is cassava!"

Marquez thumbs up with that. A second-handed employee over the age of 300 laughs at the carefree smile.

At the end of the road, a dark elf slave is walking behind a slaver. You may be laughing now. I can't help but think ahead.