Legend

"No, it's so different when it's a sea fish and a river fish"

As the great moon rises in the night sky and the gentle moonlight is pouring down to the ground, Langa happily tells her that she carried a skewered fish cooked in a bonfire into her mouth.

Yes, Ray behaved like some of the fish he bought in bulk at Emosion before.

Most importantly, it's not just a camp that can cook that elaborate, so it was just an easy dish to shake salt and skewer.

But while inside the mysteries, time stops. In other words, just because the fish inside is also freshly caught, the simple dish of skewering eagled the face heart of the crusader.

There are many who are from the Guild at any rate, and many say that even those who come as adventurers and become soldiers, guards or knights in the Guild will eat fish from the sea for the first time.

Or even if I had eaten it, it was as conservative as dried or salted.

Therefore, the crusaders, including Langa, rarely bring sea fish to their mouths, but deliciously.

"Oh, my God, this is disgusting. Can you really eat this, too?

One of the crusader soldiers screams.

At the end of that gaze is the octopus dried overnight.

It was certainly an intense look of sorts, and I had to remember to marvel if I tried to make it unfamiliar.

But...

"What now. You would normally be eating monsters or something.... Mmm, yummy. If you chew, the taste will spread deep enough to chew in your mouth.... don't make me want booze"

"Let me tell you something, I'm not giving you booze right now."

That's what Ray tells a soldier in his 40s to say in a tone somewhere spooked.

Now we are in the middle of a camp, and a little further afield is the survival of a bloody blade that was used as a base for banditry until a few hours ago, tied with rope.

Even if my heart was broken by Ray's killing and anger on the lookout, I could never get drunk in front of those people.

A soldier who blurs that he wants booze, too, I guess he knows that. Smaller on his shoulders, he bites into the overnight drying of the octopus broiled in a burning fire.

"Still, it's really convenient to say an item box. You can eat so many fresh sea fish in the camp."

"Yeah, I think I do, too. Sometimes they send me like this one, but in that case, if it's day one or something, it's day two, or something like that, it's hard-baked bread and dried meat or something."

"Oh, you, don't make fun of dried meat. Even dried meat would taste pretty good if it was a soup set or something, right? Depending on your cooking arm... I'd say you can't carry cookware or anything in the first place."

"Sure. More potions and stuff if you can afford to carry cookware."

Dine in front of a bonfire while having a conversation within your peers.

Keep it up. Eventually, the soldiers will also take turns monitoring the bloody blades and watching the surroundings, each of them finishing their meals and preparing for the camp.

Fortunately, Ray was the most active person in this case, so he was exempt when it came to camp watching.

Most importantly, Seto was still sleeping near a magic tent that Ray had set aside a little further away to keep his perimeter on guard.

That's how the night passes.

"... hmm?

At night, Ray, sleeping in a bed inside a magic tent, wakes up abruptly.

Turning his gaze toward the entrance to the magic tent, he was just there with Seto sticking his face inside the tent.

"Grrrrrrrr"

"Oh, I know"

Return words to Seto's voice that prompt vigilance, wear Slapenil shoes and clothes, including a dragon robe, and take your pocket watch out of the mistering to check time.

After 2am.

Even when you're in Japan, it's time to say it's already midnight. Naturally very few people are awake in this Elgin.

Even if I made Ray, who has lived in this world for over a year, the rhythm of his life was naturally stained with his body.

But something is happening that overshadows it... or when I know I'm going to wake up, and I get out of the magic tent without taking a minute to figure it out.

Look around the tent, but it's terribly quiet because many people are asleep in the camp.

Sometimes we hear a slight talk, but that would be the voice of those on the lookout around us.

Ray and Seto walk to those who hear that voice.

Eventually, at the end of his gaze, he succeeds in finding three crusader soldiers as expected.

I guess I found Ray over there too, just like Ray found him over there.

Those were the soldiers who tried to point the tip of the spear they had for a moment at Ray, who appeared abruptly, but as soon as they saw Seto next to Ray, they must have figured out who that was. Lower the tip of the spear.

"What's going on in the middle of the night like this? I hope you're not too surprised."

"Oh, we can take care of the watch, can we sleep?

"Oh, but you're welcome for a night snack."

While listening to each word, Ray took the spear out of Mystering without saying anything...

"Huh? Hey, what the hell..."

Ignore one of the soldiers saying something and throw a spear with a few steps of help as it is.

Spears released at a rate that seemed to pierce the air fly to plunder the face of a soldier who unintentionally stopped moving due to Ray's sudden behavior, penetrating into the bush.

"Gahhh!?

Moments, screaming up.

He was a soldier stunned by a spear that flew away in orbit like plundering his cheeks, but turned to that scream he heard right behind him.

"Huh!?

"Enemy attack!

The other soldier wasn't thrown a spear at himself, so it was quick to return it to me.

Remove the whistle from your nose, breathe heavily and blow.

The tall sound of pea echoes around you, forcing you half to remember the consciousness of the soldiers who slept in the tent.

The noise must have been a signal for those who attacked. The bushes around Ray throwing his spear shake hard earlier...... the next moment, multiple little figures pop out of there.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Seto jumps into the shadows that have popped up.

A blow to the forefoot that is wielded swings at the target who jumps out of the bush, crushing his head.

"Gga!?

Another shadow who saw his companion who lost his head in one blow shouts so, but at that time Seto's forefoot was shaken again, crushing the head of the person who raised his voice again, and at the same time piercing the head of the other with a couché.

Its presence, which lost three of its companions in an instant, continues to emerge from the bush without being frightened.

That's how the moonlight falls on the opponent who came out of the woods, and the soldiers finally understand what attacked them.

"Goblin!? Damn, what are you doing here!

"The bloody blade guys told you. He said he's using magic items excluding monsters, but somehow the goblins have been getting lost since yesterday. These guys are that too...... lol!

Speak up to your colleagues as you speak.

A spear protruding sharply penetrates Goblin's chest as he was about to enter the camp away from Seto.

(That's odd indeed. The effect of not donating a Magic Tent monster... given the size of this camp, I know it doesn't work, but why isn't the effect of the Magic Item that the bloody blade was using?

While listening to the soldier, flash the death size removed from the mistering to the side, cutting the torso of the two goblins into the upper and lower bodies.

The smell of dark blood spreading around.

If it were noon now, you would have clearly figured out the flesh, the bone, or the kind of gut that falls zero off the cutting surface.

(Nobody's gonna want to see Goblin's gut.)

While thinking that way, I cut one of the goblins that I tried to pass by splitting left and right beside me with a death-size blade and stick the stone poke straight out towards the opposite direction goblin to pierce the dovetail area.

He lifted it as hard as he could with the goblin pierced it and threw it at the goblin, which was a little further away.

"Ggah!"

I turn my gaze toward the camp as I hear the two scream in alignment.

About 10 people were on their way to Ray's fighting, and some soldiers were on their way elsewhere.

(I see, is it penetrating the camp not only from this side, but from the entire perimeter?... but there are many of them who have been crushed and scattered by the Goblin settlement)

I guess Ray decided he was a strong enemy. Goblins try to stay as far away from Ray as possible and go inside the camp, but Ray observes the whole camp, while moving around, he slashes and dumps the goblins.

(No, or is it possible that the goblins that were attacking here in the evening brought their allies... There's a tent or something here, and enough for the goblins to spend)

Using Slapenil's shoes, he runs a few steps up the air to land in the woods.

... Yes, in the woods. I mean, into a bunch of goblins, right?

Flying slaughter!

When it comes to a group of goblins, there is no particularly leader like them.

There was a hobgoblin in the sense of a leader, but it is also killed in the evening at the hands of Evelogi.

Most of all, that's why it's troublesome. There are no leading individuals, so they are not able to make a decision like retreat, so they are moving on to the camp.

(It's easy not to have a guy to wrap it up with, but instead you have to keep fighting it out)

And now only at night, the goblins have become more violent.

No, I guess it was the night that made it so fierce that I was willing to raid the camp again once I was driven away in the evening.

Although it definitely also has to do with the fact that the scattered colleagues came together and became a larger group.

"Power slash!

Boom!

Power slashes released at full strength also cut several thin trees growing in the vicinity with more than five goblins.

The smell of dark blood scattered around the area was a factor in increasing the ferocity of goblins.

"If it's noon, you're gonna get out of here... trouble!

The Death Size Blade gleams endlessly through the darkness, and each time Goblin's life disappears with one and another.

So after a few minutes had passed...... all that remained where Ray was was the goblin carcass and the smell of goblin blood and body fluids drifting around him.

"If you're a goblin, even if you're being violent, you're like this."

Mumble and gaze at Seto, who is ravaging goblins away from himself.

Seto, who usually fights alongside Ray, probably decided it would be more efficient to fight away in this case.

The forefoot that is wielded crushes the head, or pulls the torso away, the moment it hits in the literal sense.

Seeing such a battle of Seto, Ray also heads to reinforcements on his side who are fighting similarly away.

"... you're lucky the dead didn't show up"

As most of the goblins were killed and the few surviving goblins escaped and finally made a paragraph, Langa squeaks toward the approaching Ray.

"Oh. Looks like we got some injuries... but they're goblins."

Nodding small, Ray answers as he strokes Seto's head next to him.

Was it pleasant, Seto narrows his eyes and throats in a good mood.

Langa, who was watching one of those and one, feels calm about the feeling of being rough.

"Anyway, the goblins that attacked me repelled me, and I don't think they're going to attack me again if they think I've been hit so badly. Not much. Not tonight."

"I guess. However, still..."

"I know. Just in case, I'm going to keep my watch a little tighter. It's not like the bloody blades won't escape in confusion."

The Goblin raid naturally attacked the bloody blades that were tied with rope, but the soldiers on the lookout had repelled them safely.

But it's impossible that no one thought of escaping at that time...

Ray nods again to Langa's words, who so decides.

If you run away, I'll make you regret what you were born to do. I proclaimed it that way, but I still didn't know that I would hang my hopes on a glimmer of hope.

"I'll take care of the neighborhood. It's only midnight, and I'll get some more sleep. If the monsters attack, they're going to wake up again, so thank you for the neighborhood"

Langa nods at Ray's words, and Ray goes straight back toward the magic tent.

... Note that the effect of keeping the weak monsters of the Magic Tent away from them was properly exerted, or that no appearance of vandalism by the goblins existed.