Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic (WEB Version)

All this loot is 24 Demon Stones. I'm hunting orcs. I also hunted monkey demons that got tangled along the way, so I got to this number. I'm not sure which one is the oak because which is the monkey. I think the slightly bigger one is the oak, all about 1cm to 1.5cm in diameter makes little difference. There was a little over 2cm, only the demon stone of the oak boss can tell at a glance.

After hiding the loot at the treasure yard in the west, he poked around a gap and returned to the village. No one seems to have noticed. It worked this time too.

Quickly travel to the joint well and bathe water from clothes to clothes after making sure no one is there. It smells like blood from the demolition and the oak itself. If you don't wash it off, you won't even find out from here. Usually I do bash in the creek and delude myself, but I can't use that hand this time because that creek is drying up.

After rubbing each piece of clothing against your body, cover your head with water again. Now I think the smell has dropped… I'll work on it for the camouflage.

Squeeze the dirt there and make some mud dough. In addition, we serve a bit of dirt to make a small mountain and dig ditches from the heavenly side. If you run water from the top, you can make traces of mud play. If it's mud play, even if it's soaking wet, it won't be as suspicious as the left. My mother will be mad at me, though. In this village climate, it will be dry in about two hours, and you will not catch a cold except in the middle of winter. Perhaps the villagers' perception of me is' children who are always playing with water (mud) or messing around in the fields'. Well, if that's about it, you won't even be seen with strange eyes, so no problem.

Hmm, you can have a little pond in your middle belly. Straight flowing isn't funny either. Let's give it a snake. Whoa, you've got a buildup of water under the river. Build a waterway a little further...

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... Ha, what are you doing, me? I got obsessed with it.

Mud play awakens children's hearts, seems to have demonic powers. When I noticed, the mud mountain had already been elevated to the special photography miniature set level. Little grass replaces trees, and stone walls made of pebbles mimic shelves. I even reproduced the rice with weed leaf tips. I hate designer souls I can't throw away.

I thought I'd been focused for quite a while, but the sun was still moving slightly west. From the feeling of previous life, between 3: 00 pm and 4: 00 pm.

Because I exercised well today, or I'm a little sleepy. Let's go home and take a little nap.

I went back home, but my mom still seemed like a field, and no one was there. I guess I've got more work to do for it because my men are broken around and into the woods.

By the way, there's no lock on the house. Or it doesn't have the key itself. Everyone is free to go in and out. It's a country, so the whole village is like a family.

I'm sorry I can't help you with your job, but even if you have kids, it's just in the way. I hang my wet clothes properly on a rope for drying and when I'm naked I dive into my bed. I was used to the hard cloth, and I immediately traveled to the dreammill.

"Look, you're gonna wake up, Beat.

My mother woke me up. The light coming in through the window is orange. Looks like you've been asleep for about two hours. I wake up even though my eyes are slightly sippy because I am a better sleeper.

Oh, speaking of which, are the dads back?

"Kaa-chan, what about To-chan?!?

"I just got back. I'm not hurt, and I'm fine. I'm talking to everyone at your husband's right now.

My mother must have been worried too. It conveys a sense of frustration.

Is this about the village chief's future response? I'm a little concerned, and I know by the signs, but I want to make sure Dad's okay for once.

"I'm coming to Sochi's!

"Oh, this, beat! Wait a minute!

My mother calls me to stop jumping on a sheet of hard cloth and heading to the door. Ugh, mud play novels?

"Where are you going with a full-on, get dressed properly!

Oh, speaking of which, I was completely naked. They may have seen you, but they didn't!

On my way to the village chief's house in my clothes, I met my father, who was coming home. Like my mother said, I don't think I'm hurt. Good. Are we done talking about future responses? I held hands with my father and went home to ask him about today. This kind of communication is also important.

Dad said that the day after tomorrow, the men of the village will be heading out to get rid of the oak. Naturally, I'm not in the head count.

There should only be about five left, and the men in this village are so-so strong. Maybe we can get rid of it without a problem. You saw the end of this commotion.

Haven't had meat in a long time that night!

My dad and I were bringing home two hunted oaks. In the sense of nourishing English chi, it seems that we should eat meat and accumulate precision. I like it when you defeat demons in this world, they don't disappear like games. I'll keep the whole thing. Really, except for the magic and the demons, it's not exactly the same as the original world. Well, that's a big enough difference.

In front of the village chief's house, an impromptu jar or enclosure? is made, and firewood is burned in abundance. Oak meat stabbed on a wooden skewer is protruded around it. It's skewered. It smells like fragrant oil burning from the meat that is seared over high heat.

This... I want a barbecue sauce.!

It may be delicious as it is, but it may be delicious even if it tastes like ugly salt, but I still want gatun and flavor!

... No, you can make it, right? Sour vegetable juice instead of vinegar for sugar, spices and chopped flavoured vegetables... looks like we could go, right?

I'm good!

Ask your mother for the sauce. 'Like this!' When they made it, I could feel better than I thought. tangle the sauce in the meat and rub it well, tame the flavor, then have it stabbed on the skewer and cooked. The smell of burning meat mixed with the sweet smell of burning sugar and I couldn't stop coveting while I was cooking.

A sip of roasted meat spreads the sweetness of gravy and sugar, spice irritation and aromas of flavored vegetables in your mouth. The persistent oil aftertaste is washed away refreshingly with the acidity of vegetable juice. It fits well with oak meat that feels like a little habitual pork.

Yummy!

I quickly eat one and reach for the second one.

"Beet, that sounds delicious. Give it to my dad too.

"Tocha. Fine, yummy!

My dad came from among the grownups I watched far away because I was eating too deliciously. Not at all, I want you to eat more and more. Pass the second bottle in your hand to your father. After a short tour, Dad wore it on the skewer. I thought I opened my eyes for a moment and chewed and swallowed them at tremendous speed.

"Ugh! I've never eaten anything like this before!!

Um, yeah, you bet. You bet. My dad quickly ate one too and instead of the second one he started eating with one in both hands. You're so uptight. Too bad you're handsome.

The other adults were relieved and began to reach for the sauce skewer. It's just like Dad's after a bite. Reaching out first, the skewers quickly disappeared.

In the end, I could only eat the first bottle. Schoon...

"Beet, I asked Saffron that you thought of flavoring this skewer, is that true?

The village chief came to speak with a skewer about to eat. Saffron is my mother's name. Did I talk to you? Well, I'm not stopping you.

"Yeah, I am. I thought it would taste good, so I made it for you.

Misleading is going to be a hassle later, and I'll be honest with you here. I'll hide it from you so you don't get bored. Something about a previous life.

"Right... Hey Beat, can you teach everyone in the village how to make this sauce?

"Yeah, fine. Then we'll all have a delicious smell!

Do they feel anything? Don't worry about "Between", which I had a bit. But now, I don't think I'm going to pry. It would only be 'now' though. After all, this village chief, he seems like a man who can. Let's just say I play the 'now' innocent kid too.

Thank you. 'laughing and stroking my head, the village chief calls out to everyone.

"Everyone today would have had good meat to feed their English. Hopefully, we'll have delicious meat again. Expect a struggle in the crusade the day after tomorrow!

"" "Ohhhh!!

A good tightening came in and this day was dissolved. I hope we can eat meat again.

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The oak was eliminated. However, we were not able to crusade.

When the men arrived in the open space, they said it was a stuffed shell. There were traces of blood and claw marks around, so apparently other demons attacked them and either ran away or wiped them out, and so on.

If the number drops and the boss doesn't exist, can that happen? I mean, shoulder watermark, it doesn't feel refreshing, but if it's resolved, that's fine. That's all right. I couldn't eat meat though.

The water in the river was stopped, but the oak stopped the weir and made a collection area. A pickpocket is a mud bath. Orcs can't reach their backs with short limbs, so they paint their bodies with mud to keep parasites off. The mud bathing area for this purpose is called a gathering area, but it is said to have become a fairly large gathering area.

The crusaders, as engineers, said they undone the weir-stopped river. Now the original creek runs through the village.

Anyway, I'm glad it worked out. Let's take it to the bottom of the grave that I'm the cause. There are so many good things in the world that you don't know.