Legend

"Right here."

Ray, who shrugged, stops on the road with Seto. The passers-by walk away trying to avoid such a ray and ceto, but I just look up at the sign if I don't give a shit about that.

The sign depicted a sunset on the horizon and wheat dyed red in the light of that sunset. It can be said that the name of the Inn as it stands, 'Wheat Pavilion at dusk', is represented by a sign.

The size of the inn itself is very much the same as any other inn Ray has seen until he got here from the guild, with the first floor serving as a liquor store and dining room, and the second and third floors serving as an inn being an orthodox creation. The difference would be the size of the stables built behind the inn. It's big enough for the other inns to stay in just there. Originally, this evening's wheat pavilion is often home to caravans and mercenary groups of more than a certain size, or to noble offerings who stop by the city. By the way, in the case of the last analogy, it is normal for the aristocrats themselves to stay in an inn with a few pieces of white gold coins overnight.

When I opened the door giggly, there was hardly anyone there except for the time that it was not even half an afternoon. There are a few people eating at the tavern on the ground floor.

"There you are. Are you eating? Or stay?

That's how a fine middle-aged woman comes to voice when she sees Ray entering the inn.

"Ask for an inn. And there's a monster on the surface that I tamed, so there's a stables."

When she heard Ray's voice, she nodded with a nice smile on her face.

"Yes, thank you. Accommodation is prepaid and includes morning and evening meals for 3 pieces of silver coins per night. However, if you stay for more than 10 days, you are allowed 7 silver coins for 2 gold coins. And what about the monster you tame?

"It's Griffon."

"... I see"

I stopped moving for a moment when I heard of Griffon, but immediately returned to me that the woman in front of me showed that her liver was thicker than the man around it.

I guess we just interact daily with opponents like adventurers and mercenaries.

"When you become a big Griffon… 2 silver coins per night, including stables and bait. 8 silver coins per gold coin for stays longer than 10 days."

"Oh, please"

I nod with little concern and take 5 pieces of gold out of the bag I took out of my pocket and hand it over.

I can't help but worry because there's nothing more to worry about than hearing that this is the only place I can stay in this city that can take Seto.

"Thank you, then it will be 5 silver coins for the change. The innkeeper will lead you to the stables as soon as possible, so can you take Griffon with you?

"Okay. Plus, it looks like the first floor is in a tavern, but you can even eat, right?

"Yes, I just get a different fee for non-morning and evening meals."

Listen to the woman and hand her one from the silver coin she receives.

"I want to go to the stables and pick up my lunch after I leave my stuff, so get it ready. And Griffon."

"Okay.... I'm late, my name is Lana, and I'm the general of this evening's wheat pavilion."

"Well, I'll take care of you for a while. I'm Ray. The griffon on the table is called Seto."

"Yes, thank you.... Oh, you seem to be here. She'll show you to the stables."

Lana called me here as a young man who looked around 20 years old. Are you Lana's son, she looked very similar.

"This kid is my son and he's called a drum. I'm in charge of the stables, so if you could talk to this kid about the monsters. Drums"

Lana prompts me, a drum that puts my head down with a peck. She smiles nicely at her mother giving in with a pure look on her face.

"Nice to meet you, it's called a drum. Quick, but let me show you to the stables."

"Oh. The monsters are on the table"

"Yes, then just come with me for the first time. Because it's hard to be alert to monsters."

Nodding at the drum's words, the two of us head to the surface. By the way, when it came to Lana, she was just turning to the kitchen after dropping off the drums to prepare the requested meal.

"Wow... that's a fine griffon"

That was the first sound of the drum that saw Seto, but when he heard it, Ray turned his unexpected face to the drum.

Since coming to this city of Gilm, it seems that everyone who sees Seto had a look like fear or fright. It was a fresh glimpse of a drum that raised a purely emotional voice.

"Sir, is it okay if I stroke you?"

"Gru."

On the contrary, he also asks if I can touch him. That appeared to be the preferred reaction to take to Ceto, not just to Ray, who sounded in a good mood and in the back of his throat.

Ray also nods uncommonly with a grin on his mouth.

"Oh. Seems like Seto liked you too."

"Now if you'll excuse me..."

Slowly he reaches out and strokes his back growing as smooth as Ceto's silk.

"Wow... I've never touched a griffon before, but it's such a smooth touch"

It was a drum that whines as touched, but naturally its smooth touch is Ceto specific and the standard griffon is more awesome.

"Now, where you're satisfied, it's time for you to show me to the stables?

"Ah, yes! Excuse me. I'll show you right away!

Follow the drum guide and continue straight from the road to the side near the inn entrance and you will quickly see the stables.

You deserve to welcome faces like caravans and mercenaries, almost the same size as the ground floor part of the wheat pavilion at dusk.

"Here you go."

It is kept clean, although it smells specific to animals and monsters when they enter the stables according to the words of the drums. There was also the appearance of a horse, which must belong to a guest currently staying at the wheat pavilion at dusk.

However, most horses look restless when they see Seto and look around, moving their bodies into small pieces.

I guess I instinctively feel the difference in character as an organism.

"Uh, excuse me. As you can see, the other guests' horses are like that, so this kid needs to rest a little further away."

When the drum apologizes to this one, he takes Seto to the place furthest from where the horse is connected.

"So is it okay for Seto to spend some time here?"

"Gru."

Seto is called to the drum, and the voice rings in the back of his throat to convey his acceptance.

"... Mr. Ray, maybe you understand what people say about Seto...?

Ray smiles bitterly at the drum words he notices when he sees Seto snorted.

"It's an A-rank monster, so I can understand most of what people say."

Most importantly, ordinary A-rank monsters can understand only some human language and not perfectly like Ceto, but they snort just as impressed that the drums didn't even know it until around there.

Watching that happen, Ray calls out to the back of the drum talking to Seto.

"Drum, I'll take care of Seto. I haven't eaten anything in the morning, so do something to eat when you calm down. I give it to the general about the money."

"Ah, yes. Okay."

"Bye, Seto. I'm making a big deal out of you here."

"Gru."

Ray left the spot behind after scratching the head of Seto, who sounded lonely.

"Sir, we're ready for dinner."

Once inside the inn, Lana calls out and takes a seat at the tavern.

"It's just before dinner was served, so it's a good match..."

That's what was said and served was a stew with meat, plenty of bread. It was cheese and wine in a vegetable salad.

Take a sip of stew's meat like you lost the belly ringing noise. As soon as it is chewed, the flavour of the meat spreads in your mouth while loosening.

"Delicious"

"Thank you"

Unexpectedly, Lana lowers her head with a grin as she passes just beside her to the words out of her mouth.

"Our inn is pricey compared to other inns, so we invest in cooking."

Ray reacts with Pickle when he hears the word expensive.

(3 silver coins per night. In other words, breakfast and dinner are included for 3,000 yen. I think it's cheap enough... well, even if prices are different in a city on the edge of Japan and the fantasy world)

"By the way, what kind of meat is this stew?

As for the meat Ray had eaten, it tasted similar to the pork meat he had divided into neighborhood hunters when he was in Japan, so I will ask him about it with interest.

But it was Lana's strange face that came back to that question.

"What meat... is Fangboree meat though. Have you never eaten? It's common meat around here."

It was Ray who stopped the spoon carrying to his mouth for a moment to the word, but soon he looks like nothing and continues the conversation.

"No, because spatial magic forced me to transfer around here when I trained from my master. It was today that I became an adventurer, and I don't know anything about this neighborhood."

"Oh, were you a wizard? That's tough. Good luck eating our dishes."

Misleading Lana and exploring Zeppyre's knowledge.

(Any information on Fangbor? … None. You're getting out of use in earnest. When it comes to it, first gather information in the library or somewhere, not in the guild tomorrow)

With that in mind, he tasted the bread and vegetable salad, the cheese and ate it and drank the wine at the end.

By the way, although she was 15 years old, she finished her meal without being particularly drunk because only the flesh made by Zeppyr Gate was resistant to alcohol.

"Phew... you've had a lot of things in one day"

Upstairs corner room. That's the room Ray rents. As a city on the border, he just said it was pricey, and the room was beautiful and there were no beds or futons to complain about. Especially if the futon is dried in small pieces or smells like sunlight. Take off your dragon robe and whine as you fall asleep into bed.

"With that said, you should also look into the calendar when you look into this world tomorrow. I know all about Zeppyre."

Already in Ray, the knowledge of Zeppyre, and especially common sense in this world, had become only informative. No, or because there are many things that are different from common sense right now, I decide that if I think about preconceived notions, maybe I shouldn't use them instead.

"Of course, magic... no, I guess it's useful enough about magic"

Mumble that far, and the mistering equipped on your right arm enters your sight. When I saw it, I remembered the gold that had been rolled up from Vargas and the others a few hours earlier.

I get up from being asleep, display a list on the back of my brain, take out four bags of gold, and spread its contents over the bed. When I counted, there were eight white gold coins and four gold coins, and 15 silver coins and nine copper coins and a fair amount of money.

"I guess I have it somewhat in my room, but still this amount"

So grunting Ray, but I remained unaware that these amounts were the entire property of the Vargas and the others in the true sense of the word.

"Exploring the labyrinth seems to be quite lucrative... but it's huge."

Various demons emerge and demon stones in materials that can be stripped from them. If it were to be a lot of money to make, it would be a very attractive place for Ray... no, adventurers. However, naturally, it cannot be called a low risk high return, so more than a certain amount of combat power will be required. And the most painful thing for Ray is that the labyrinth is narrow. Naturally, a normal adventurer doesn't have that much of a problem with fighting, but it would be a little tough for a death-size long object or a 2m over ceto to fight.

"If we're going to the dungeon, we'll be a little more ready."

Having concluded so for a moment, Ray takes the weapon he took from Vargas and the others from Mystering when he puts the money together and puts it in his own bag.

One long sword. Two daggers, an arrow barrel with bows and arrows. And it's Battleax, the main magic item.

By the way, the long sword is the iron sword, the dagger is both the iron dagger, and the bow remains the bow. It was named Power Axe when it came to Battle Axe.

What I found out the name was the effect of mystering. The name of the weapon was displayed properly when the list was floated in the back of his brain. As a result, Ray could only know his name by putting a few unnamed items in the mistering he had obtained.

I look at them all the way through, but I immediately exhale them and send them back into the mysteries.

Death size gets in the way to use long swords and Battleax in the first place. There is a higher performance misrill knife when it comes to daggers. If it's hard to use, it would be a bow. However, in that case, if the enemy approached while towing with a bow from afar, he would throw the bow on the spot and strike at the death size.

"Well, do I keep the long sword as a spare when I have to? Sometimes daggers can't be used for throwing. Then all that remains are bows and arrows and Battleax... well, don't you need to decide soon"

In the first place, I had enough money to spare my nostalgia because I had taken it from Vargas and decided that I didn't have to sell it in a hurry, Ray had it sprinkled with hot water with three copper coins, wiped my body and then slept until dinner.

By the way, dinner was a steak of a monster named Kelpy and a simmering dish of guts.