Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

A few days after the summit was concluded without delay, and the resulting compromise between the civilians was also completed after some redundancy.

The father and son of Emperor Tortoise Archeron and the Tubassa and the convoy of Captain Ibn, who left the port from Folio-Farina, made a rendezvous at sea.

The southern expedition begins.

Free the slaves and bring back the products of the South.

"Finally, or..."

Captain Even twinkles as he looks at Archeron's greatness from the deck.

The crouched voice had a sense of universe.

When I took part in the Dueira Chamber of Commerce business public offering, I never thought I'd be with such a “partner”.

Apparently, the wavelength of the man who was an apprentice sailor and the son of Archeron fitted - meaning limited empathy (telepathy), but I don't know what Evan is familiar with - and he was supposed to cooperate on this voyage.

The appearance burned on Captain Even's day bears a mark of hardship, and flesh tortured after numerous voyages is lacking everywhere and cannot be described as five-body satisfaction.

But enough energy.

If it is established that vegetable consumption leads to the prevention of septicaemia, it is ready. There are also helpers. The sailors also have high morale.

"Bastards! Apparently, God bless this voyage!

"Heh!"

The sailors working on the deck raise their voices simultaneously.

That was what they were feeling, too.

In addition to the father and son of Emperor Turtle Archeron, the pure white beautiful ship - the Tubassa - that the Hellenonian God gave him, also joins the convoy. Don't worry about sepsis. Here it is. The success of the voyage is already like promised.

Furthermore, it is only natural that the morale of the sailors would be higher if adequate rewards were promised. That's why even veteran sailors get a glimpse of smiles.

But I'm not alarmed.

The men of the sea who challenge a life-threatening voyage are persuasive and faithful. Everyone does enough to take on the edge, even if it's not that far.

In time, without a courageous and decisive captain and a diligent and competent crew, success will be impossible. They were familiar with it.

"And now you're with the grandson of a hero..."

"Captain."

Captain Even oversees the sailors getting ready.

Behind that, the hero's grandson - Prince Cress - has called out.

"I'm going to the Tubassa and I'm going to say hello"

"I'll take care of that one. And get your stuff."

Don't bluff. It was Captain Even's story, but Cress flatly accepts it.

The food packed in the preservative bottle Preservation Bottle is supposed to be transported from the Tubasa, but with a large quantity and an infinite amount of bags stored, it won't matter.

I don't think it's used well, but I also think it's efficient.

I can't be reborn or anything, but Cress has certainly changed since one incident at that militant party.

What he got was room, not confidence.

And the first thing was the heart to accept things as they were.

It is recognized for its arm and mixed uncomfortably with the fleet. Once Cress would surely have stuffed him.

"Captain Evan, we can carry him with us."

Kress looks out for Satya, the sorcerer (wizard) girl who came up to the deck with her. It's a tough place, but since it's a sailing trip, the Flight spell is ready to the limit.

"No, I won't. He's a man of the sea."

What makes you sad and have to fly and travel in the sky, etc.

Yes, Captain Even apologized and left the meeting to Cress and Satya.

"Okay. I'm coming."

Cress also flew into the sky without saying anything extra, and below the captain, the sailor dropped it off.

This voyage I said there was God's protection.

Neither did Captain Evan think there was a God himself.

On the Tubassa, towards which Cres headed, Yut, who was visiting to drop him off on behalf of the Marquis Istas family, held his head.

"... why are you here"

The steering room on the Tubassa.

In addition to Yut, there are gatherings of Hellenonian cleric warriors led by Allena, Petra and his fellow adventurers, among others, who head to the South.

There, even if there was a minute god (avatar) Lela of Regra, the god of power, he wouldn't have had to ask if he wasn't Yut.

"If you ask me why, I'll have to answer this."

Huh, a fighter with silver hair up and brown skin wrapped in a leather suit says grandiose.

"They say there are martial arts in the South that fight only with foot moves, so go fix that."

"Uh. Well, that's fine"

When Yut behaved in a good way, everyone but the party gave him an unexpected look.

Most of all, there was only one person who put it into words and said it.

"You've got a child, and you're round!

"... I was wondering how much you wanted me to be."

To Allena's out-of-target allegations, Yut floated a tannic surface.

Well, there's not much of a problem with the fact that Lela, like Ritna, seemed to have originally been on the ground when it came to wandering around the ground where the minute god wanted to be. At least not where the sons of the Yuts will know.

Water and food are also minutes. If you're a god, you'll do something about it yourself, and more importantly, since none of the yuts will accompany you this time, the best reason I thought I could expect you as a guardian.

I just can't be honest about that.

As a result, I did not wish to silently acknowledge Lela's participation. I don't want to be comforted that Archbishop Regnum wasn't with me.

"Well, whatever it is to me, be moderate so that Val doesn't bother you, and act"

"What about Prince Cress?

"... let us tolerate"

This is also an experience.

Thinking about Regra God, it's going to be pretty good during this voyage, but it's not a bad story for Cress either... it should be.

If there is anything wrong with the relationship, I expect you to do something with the arm of King Eldrick's concession.

"So I left it to Alana later"

"Suddenly the load is heavy!?"

"You can't possibly push me against Captain Evan, can you?

"That's true..."

Even though he is different from the God he serves, he cannot entrust the care of the minute divine bodies to humans who are not clerics either.

I know that, but it was Alaina who felt uncomfortable.

Sooner than she realized who the discomfort was, Yut called out to another facial acquaintance.

"Petra, the user of a science spell is precious. Because I'm counting on you."

"Yes. I'll do my best!

Petra is also joining her former companions.

More importantly, there's nothing like going a little south compared to Yut's specially trained Nara.

Yes, Petra herself thinks, but for some reason, her expression is dark.

My friends, whom I've seen for a long time, seem worried.

"Uh, did your father say anything to you?

Yut also speaks out worryingly to Petra in a different way than usual.

The truth is, that was the right thing to do - but she just looks down and there's no answer.

Silence dominates the steering room, and gaze gathers.

Master!

The cry was abrupt.

Yut reacted frighteningly to his body, but there were no words to follow.

Petra with a contemplative look.

Obviously, it's not normal.

Yut, who perceived it, waited, however, for the words to follow without haste.

"Listen to me when I get back from this journey"

"... if it's not going to be long, I can do it now"

"No, you can't do that. I can't..."

I dye my cheeks like a maiden, take my gaze off Yut and get bored.

"This is..."

"To your daughter..."

"Spring...?

Fermina Priest of the Sun God (Priest) Milchet, Dwarf Bandit (Rogue) Degal, Petra's childhood friend and magician Nella. Petra's party members whisper at each other in a whisper.

I didn't think you'd finally realize it. But it's Petra, so I can't help it.

All we can do is make this expedition a solid success.

With that thought, the party united.

"Well, I'll listen to as much as I can..."

Akane told Petra's parents that Yut, who didn't know how to host an event betting the side room seat, would make a cheap contract.

"I'll do my best! I'll do my best!

"Oh, wow."

Thus the ship departed for the south.

With all sorts of thoughts on board, bumping into difficulties, but aiming for one purpose.