Manuke FPS

I want to cook and eat my own disintegrated deer meat. It was an amateur dish I made with that in mind, but I was also helped by the good ingredients, and tonight's dinner was such a delicious meal that I didn't think it would be something to eat at the mountain ridge lounge.

Mr. Charles also opened his eyes to the wine he had brought from the wine cooler that had been installed inside the finest motorhouse, staring at the bottle of wine that had been stripped off the label with interest.

I was even more interested in a glass of wine in my hand. From my eyes, there was no philosophy whatsoever, it was just a thin glass of wine, but the mainstream cup in this world is made of wood. There are many places where glass is fitted in the building windows, and I don't suppose the technology of glass finishing relationships is to say underdeveloped, but would it have been out of place as the quality of the cups served in meals on the way out?

Malta from the Marida Chamber of Commerce may need confirmation, including the quality of the wine......

Unlike a relatively safe town liquor store or something, this is an outdoor lounge. I took the wine to a meal, but both I and Mr. Charles kept the drinking to a small amount and moved to the cabin where the sun was setting and the surroundings were getting dark. "Let me have another drink when you get to the mining district," Charles told me.

The inside of the cabin was well cleaned. From my eyes, you still look like a girl, Mr. Shall, but that's C-rank adventurer, he seemed to be doing exactly what he needed to do. There's basically nothing in the cabin, the only one would be about a fireplace. Firewood is placed, Mr. Charles magically ignites the small branches that become sparks and throws them inside the fireplace.

There's nothing you can do if the sun goes down. Set the time and order of the fire and watch, make sure you leave at sunrise tomorrow, and fall asleep to soothe the fatigue of the day.

The next morning, he leaves the ridge berth and descends the mountain towards a mining district built in a mountain basin. With Mr. Shall's lead.

Shortcut the mountain roads using the beast roads and keep going smoothly. He sandwiched a lunch break along the way and went for the mining district in a mistake with carriages and merchants coming up the mountain road. The two of us arrived in Brittra, the mining district, about an hour or two after noon until dusk.

In addition to the demonic ore veins of the fire attribute, the mining district Brittra was in the heart of a mine with several mineral veins around it. Cross the gates that divide the city and continue on the streets of the city. According to Charles, the city is home to a large crowd of blacksmiths in addition to mining workers, and a number of workshops are set up.

Looking around, a chimney protrudes and raises white smoke from the stone architectural houses that line the streets of the city, causing enthusiasm. Could it be the sound of a blacksmith job from the back of the shop that combines the workshop, and I heard a bunch of hammers pounding metal.

All the people on the road are likely to be tough. And the fairy Dwarves are the ones I see most often. I've never seen Dwarves before, but I've never seen as many Dwarves as I have here.

I wonder if the dwarves are all low in height and a hundred and fifty centimeters, but contrary to their low height, they are very muscular, and their breasts are thicker, while their arms are also eye-catching. The face had a lot of wrinkles, a lot of mustache designs with a sense of taste, accumulating long mustaches, knitting or stretching them as they were.

"Schwartz, I'm going to the General Alliance Claims Office to gather information, but what do you do?

"I'll go, too. I'd like to know if you have any information on Amar."

"Then this way."

I followed Mr. Shall into that building, even though I thought it seemed like a white wooden building, somewhat like a police station, detached from the streets of Brittra.

"Hello, General Guild, can I help you with the Britra Outpost - that? Aren't you Mr. Shall, are you back?

"Long time no see, Thor. You, you were still here!

"It's a consideration for the overall guild that's positioning me in a city close to where I'm from... By the way, what are you doing today?

With that said, the gaze of a Pu man called Thor turns this way.

"I'm on my way back to Amar, and I don't know if there's any information on the other side, or any subracial movements in the neighborhood."

"It's the ocean city of Amar, you know the movements of the pirates have come to prominence again, right?

Yeah, that's why they called me back, too.

"Again, yes, there has been a restructuring of Amar's convoy of escorts for some time now. Wouldn't the First Battalion set sail for the pirate fleet crusade soon? That's just about what it conveys to Brittra. I'm sure the branch will have more details and updates."

"It's subtle to make it to the first inning. Well, fine, it'll be reconnaissance anyway, and so what about the perimeter of Brittra?

"As for this one, that's more of a problem. The request has already turned, but an oak has been discovered in a mine of demon ore a few days ago. The oak itself was eliminated by the miners, but the situation requires perimeter vigilance."

Oak...... a subrace that has not yet been seen in this world, but is very belligerent when listened to, especially as a nursery bed that raids, grabs, offends, impregnates and increases seeds, especially women. Its characteristics are almost identical to those of a goblin, but it is larger in stature and more capable of combat than a goblin.

It's also tough to run a demon ore mine, and while I'm somewhat like other personnel, the heart of my consciousness was Amar's recent state of affairs. Turns out the big end of the war hasn't been cut yet. I don't know on this occasion what position Ashley is involved in, but you're going to manage to make it.

"Tor, are you there!?

One Dwarf rushed in from the outside as he tried to leave the outpost, saying he could hear all the information he could ask. I'm going to tear me and Mr. Shall's body apart and throw my body out in front of Mr. Thor.

"Thor! The pigs occupied one of the antipaths!

"Is it an oak?! How many and where?

"I saw as many as six. The place is the Eighth Resistance Road of Demon Ore!

"I will make a request to an adventurer staying in Brittra. Tell all miners not to be unscrupulous."

"Okay!

Dwarf ran between us again and left the outpost. As I dropped that back off and tried to put my gaze back in front of me, I had eyes to eyes with Mr. Charles standing beside me. I can see for sure what I decided to do without my eyes, my mouth, that resided in a firm will.

"Thor, I'm coming. Tell me where Pit 8 is."

"Thank you. I'll be filing a request for nomination right away - so, uh, who's he?

"Oh, Schwartz. He's D-rank, not eligible for nomination. Schwartz, you stay in Brittra and rest first."

I thought I was forced to participate in the oak crusade after all, but I didn't seem to intend to do that to Mr. Shall. But even for me, listening to the subracial raids in front of me, I'm also uncomfortable ignoring them.

"I'll be there, too, Mr. Shall."

"Don't you want to get a nomination request?

"To avoid requests that would bind you for days, it's not to say you're indifferent to your surroundings enough to ignore the urgent issues that have arisen in front of you"

"Then follow me. Finish it by night, then dinner with venison!

I asked Mr. Thor where he knew more about it, and first, me and Mr. Charles were going to head off to the anti-road. They will speak out as a hindsight to a few other adventurers staying in Brittra. You will also need to be vigilant around the city, even if the area is left to other adventurers, the first thing you need to do is eliminate the orcs who occupied the antipaths.