Legend

Gattagoto, Gattagoto. The eight carriages walk away from the city of Gilm making such noises.

Each carriage carries adventurers who volunteered for an oak crusade mission, and your podium features at least one adventurer in preparation for an enemy attack by a guild and monsters and bandits.

Of these, only you were on the podium of the carriage where Ray was riding.

"It was a delightful miscalculation that you could count on Griffon's ability to defy the enemy. I heard there were monsters out there that were taming, but I didn't know it was a griffon. When I spoke to Gran, I doubted my ears, not knowing if they were sane."

"Ha ha. I guess so. I guess so. When I went to the main entrance at the rendezvous, I thought the same thing when I saw Ray pillow Griffon a little further away."

"As far as I'm concerned, I wasn't expecting a horse to calm down. Even the stables at the inn where he was staying, the horses were scared of Seto, and they were seeing how restless they were."

If the horse pulling the carriage was scared of Seto and couldn't move properly, Seto would have had to act alone away from the carriage. And then there was no Ray, so even if the crusade request was stuck in the guild due to the appeals of travelers and merchants who saw Seto, and Orc's crusade mission was over, it's unlikely that Griffon's crusade mission would have been next...

"Tell Gran that the monster you're taming is Griffon. I panicked and became the winger to align the warhorses. … it was worth it."

Bobbs looks out the carriage window with a bitter smile. There Seto was walking alongside the carriage for a long time.

Even with Seto nearby like that, the horse pulling the carriage doesn't look frightened at all like the horse who was at the wheat pavilion stables at dusk, pulling the carriage pale.

Warhorse, which was created by hybridizing the lineage of horses who showed high abilities, not to be frightened or confused during battle. Its body is about 1.5 times that of a normal horse, and a monster like Goblin has the fighting power to trample and kill it lightly. Naturally, it is a horse raised by hand, so the price is several times higher compared to a horse used by a regular merchant or traveler. A total of 16 of those expensive warhorses for 8 carriages. Only then will you see how serious Guild of Adventurers in the City of Guild is coming to this oak crusade.

"But the other carriages don't seem to trust Seto much."

Ray once said we should leave it to Seto when it comes to vigilance on the road, but the other adventurers' parties didn't make it any better. Even when it came to Bobbs, we didn't get any harder when he said we wanted to keep our own safety.

"I can't help that. Anyway, it's only been a few days since you signed up for the guild, right? If you look at other parties, you just haven't built up your track record like elk, and I don't think so."

"Besides, other carriage vigilantes are on guard, and I think your griffon is the biggest, not just the enemy that's going to attack you."

Rhodos says to connect to Bobbs' words. And an elk nodding at the word.

"Well, it's nothing but a nightmare to be attacked by a griffon if you try other guys. I can't help it. I'm not worried because Me and Min got along so well with Seto... Rodos, you might be a little dangerous."

Niyali, elk teasing Rodos with a grin.

But at the next moment, he sticks out the wand that Min had sitting across from Rhodos and buries it in Elk's belly.

"Gu! Mi, Min... just because you don't shake your wand in a narrow carriage, you won't have a poke... but if it wasn't me, you'd be hurt"

"Shut up, fool pawn. 'Cause I'm going out of my way to imitate Rodos."

"Mother..."

To Min's words, Rhodos speaks up with joy.

(I guess Mazacon is going to make the symptoms worse from this place)

Watching how it goes, take the skewered grilled meat out of the mysteries and carry it to your mouth, still hot.

The texture is close to chicken, but this can be poisoned toad momomo meat. It's a poisonous frog that Ray has also encountered before during his Goblin crusade mission. He detoxified the meat from his leg, steamed it once, found it baked with a special sauce sold in a street stall in the aisle where he went to the guild to pick up supplies, bought it out of interest and kept it in the mysteries. Hot skewers remain hot after hours of purchase, as the flow of time has stopped within the mysteries.

"Whoa, if you think it smells good... Ray, you're eating good food"

The pain caused by the blow of the wand also healed lightly, and the elk, who smelled the sauce, stares jealously at me.

I sparkle my eyes so much that I don't think I'm already middle-aged, and I wave the atmosphere around that I want to eat too.

And Ray, who couldn't stand that gaze, couldn't help but take another bottle of the Poison Toad skewer out of Mystering and hand it to Elk.

"Oops, I'm sorry...... is this still hot? What's going on?

"It's a function of mystering. Time has stopped flowing in here. The hot stuff is hot when stored and the cold stuff can be removed while still cold"

"Heh... sounds like something in the world is just said to be rare."

Ming nodding as impressed by Ray's explanation. And Rodos, who was watching that, naturally gets in a bad mood.

"Huh. I'm going to teach you that no matter how good the quality of the magic conductor is, it doesn't make sense if your strength is low."

That leaves a lot of anxiety behind, but the Oak Crusaders go ahead with the carriage.

One of those carriages. There were three groups of adventurers in that carriage, one of whom was more alert to Seto than to surrounding him on the platform….

"Hey, what are you gonna do? I even joined this shitty request because it was a chance to steal an item box. I didn't hear you were taming Griffon!

"Hey, Al. Don't be too geeky, don't be silly."

"Sunny, are you sure you know what's going on? It's Griffon, Griffon! Monster Rank A Reaper of the Great Sky! We're not the ones in D-rank who can do anything about it."

"Both Al and Suni shut up. I didn't say I was takin 'Griffon, but I'm not on that rookie's side at 46: 00. Especially if you're good in battle or camp..."

Adventurers of men and women in their 20s make a scene and women in their 30s watching it calm them down.

"But, sister. Wouldn't that make Orc's crusade a failure?

"So what's up?

A woman who lightly returns to the voice of a man.

"So... because if you fail to crusade the oak, the city of Gilm..."

"Calm down, Al. Just because a crusade fails doesn't mean the city of Gilm can handle it. And if you have to, you can send reinforcements from the country."

In that case, you'll be able to do it good for the aristocrats who are watching for opportunities, but whine inside out.

This woman's name is Celil. He is a Rank C adventurer. Al and Sni, who are now in the same carriage, and four men named Murgas on your podium, had a party called The Star of Darkness at Night. Normally, these four are not the kind of people who receive crusade missions where the presence of rare or superior species is well established. Then why did you take the assignment? That's because I was aiming to take Ray's item box somehow.

A rare item box even if you look around the world. If I can get that right, how much money will it be? Just think of it and a sweet paralysis will flow through Celil's spine.

(And with that money I leave such a dangerous border. Live funny and crazy in Wang Du)

Cyril is already in her 30s and her job as an adventurer won't last that long. Plus I've already given up that it's impossible to go up to B-rank, which is said to be top notch. He said he was a vessel at best with a C-rank.

And a mid teenage rookie who suddenly showed up at that time. When I heard it had an item box, Cyril's belly was decided. Take the item box at all costs. No, it has to be its own. Because I'm having such a hard time.

With that assumption in mind, Ceril probed Ray's actions by ordering three of his men, rather than party members. And when we heard that Ray would join us on an oak crusade just in time, we decided to join us.

"But, sister. That Ray's a hungry ghost, he's smart enough to knock out a hawk's claw by himself, isn't he? You said you were going after Griffon..."

"Use your head a little, Al. It's not like we have to defeat that new recruit squarely from the front. You could have plundered it while you were asleep. You can strike from behind during battle. It's a means. It's a lot."

It was a meaningful, cheerful grin Celil, but Al, who sees it, honestly, doesn't get on with it.

Not that he's sheltering Ray, but that Al himself has a lot of attachment to the city of Gilm. That's why I don't want to do anything to interrupt that during my oak crusade mission.

(Besides, he knocked Vargas out of his head. If it's just combat capability, I'm told it's definitely C-rank. Give me that Vargas.)

Al passed his head, and wondered what Murgas would do if he were on your stand.

Murgas was basically a cautious man, which is why he was frightened by the presence of Griffon and bought himself a watch on your platform so that he could detect his actions a little sooner. Cautious, if I detect something wrong with Griffon, I will call out to the carriage and get away with it.

"... ah"

In the meantime, Sni, who has inadvertently been silently listening to the exchange between the two until now, leaks some blatant voice.

"What's the matter, Sni?"

"Monsieur... the griffon..."

"Griffon?

Griffon, without just hiding the tension when the word comes out, Celil urges ahead.

"He's kicking a bunch of fangwolves with one."

"Huh!?

Celil and Al get up from their seats and approach the window with momentum to Suni's words.

At the end of that gaze, it was certainly where a flock of fangwolves with characteristic fangs about one size larger than normal wolves were ravaged by griffons.

One swing of the hook-clawed forefoot will fly the neck, and the target, who has stripped its characteristic fangs and jumped and attacked it, will stick out a couch and pierce its head in reverse, kicking it with a lion's foot and crushing its torso as it tries to eat its tail and circle it backwards.

"Give me a bunch of fangwolves. Oh and easy......"

Al leaks a grunt in that battle gesture.

Fangwolf is a F-ranked monster in rank and never strong on one. But only a wolf demonized being forms a herd to hunt. Thinking that adventurers who have just signed up for the Alliance are not a big deal because of their low rank, they head for a crusade, and the opposite happens every year with hunting by the herd.

Of course, rank F as interpreted is rank F, even if it formed a herd, rank E. I don't care how hard you try. It's the equivalent of the D-rank.

There's nothing we can't defeat if it's a Rank D or C adventurer party. But can we fight ourselves so easily, so overwhelmingly, that we can only call it ravage? Besides, from what I can see in the carriage, that griffon seems completely intact.

Seeing Griffon like that, even Sni, who was making fun of Al's pettiness, overheads what happens when he fails with his hands on that new America.

"Sister..."

Sni's voice hung on Celil probably contained fear and fright.

It's awkward as it is. They could break my heart before I take the item box from Ray. Having so decided, Cyril yells aggressively.

"We're both not freaking out. As I said earlier, our aim is only to take the item box away from that kid. I said how strong that griffon is, so I don't need to challenge the fight from the front. If you take the item box by surprise, you just have to get out of here."

Naturally, you can say that the fate of the city of Gilm hangs. You escape this crusade mission, so you won't be able to stay in the city of Gilm any longer than you did. But if I try to be a celyr, if I take the item box, I'm going to flee straight to the King's Capital, and then I'm going to sell off the treasure and live in comfort. Maybe they'll arrange for him to be nominated as a prize neck through the Guild of Adventurers branch, but even if he rots, he's C-ranked and confident the adventurers around him can't beat him. If I had the money to sell the item box, I would hire a powerful escort, and it would also be possible to cross with the aristocrats to put pressure on the guild.

It was Cyril's expectation that no matter how many guilds were independent of the country, they would not be able to rub with the aristocrats to arrange the nomination of one of them because there was no mistake in the end that it was on the land of that country.

Once again, when I portray my purpose and a bright future in my head, I have even been dispelled by the fear that was slightly gushing when I saw what could be termed a Griffon massacre.

Open your mouth as you bang Al and Sni's shoulders, who look anxious in front of you.

"Look, 'cause it's okay. First of all, tonight's camp. If we make it, we might be able to grab an item box and get out of here before we get to the Oak settlement. Make sure you get a good look at the opportunity."

A short distance from Ceril's carriage that tells him so was where Seto pecked the meat of a wolf that was bigger than the rest of Fangwolf, the head of the herd.