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

"Thank you for your help. Thanks to all of you, a few people just got hurt this year."

We saved the village by exorcising a herd of zombies, even if we didn't go as far as welcoming..., we were welcomed favorably. Among this village, which is a peripheral countryside, we were led to a slightly larger house called the village chief's house, where we were taught about this zombie raid.

Anything, it seems that zombies are spring poems around here. What a disgusting festive poem. But if you listen to me, I'm convinced of that, too.

Winter around here is tough. The cold, wet northerly winds flowing in from the North Ice Sea turn into heavy snowfall as they hit the southern mountains, covering the area. They say the entrance to the house is so buried in the snow that they can't get out. So you think it's a question of how much you can store in the fall?

Firewood cuts out of the tree sea, water melts snow and raises, but food doesn't. This country is heavily taxed and officials are going to take up most of the crops they harvest. If it's not abundant, I can't leave enough storage. I starve to death in the winter.

On the other hand, as for zombies, usually zombies only occur in dark areas of magic vegetables. Because before you become a zombie, you will rot or be eaten by demons. The body is gone before the magic vegetables stain it. That's why there are no zombies in the Great Forest.

But not if it's a village around here in the winter. The bodies don't rot in the cold, and the demons don't eat and scatter. Because of the border, the magic vegetables are also relatively thick. I mean, the conditions are in place for me to be a zombie from a corpse.

The zombies that were frozen with the spring snowmelt also melt and crawl out of the house, attacking the surrounding houses to increase their companionship. After making all of the village companions, we head to the neighbouring village in search of further victims. What a well done zombie mass production system.

Zombie damage around here was stopped when we dropped by by chance this time. They were pretty dangerous. I couldn't feel the back, thanking the mayor of the magnificent village.

The villagers realize we're not Norans. That should be it, too. Anyway, it looks completely different. We have pale beige skin, but Noran's skin is white enough to look red and bloody. It's weirder not to notice.

That's why I don't like it or see it as dangerous. Apparently, voter education has not been provided to the countryside. Or they wouldn't even have a general education. I mean the border.

"Four members of the family have also become zombies in this village. I managed to handle the damage before it spread... but I wonder how long I'll have to live like this"

The village chief spills in a sigh. Processing means slashing a familiar neck or smashing his head. That makes me want to mourn. I know you know you can't help telling a kid like this, but there's no way the village chief can cry in front of the villagers, and the thought of losing his place anywhere must have left him with a polo. I can only guess what's in it.

"You mean a village, you don't want to abandon the country and go south?

"... the entrance to the road across the mountains from the sea of trees is easy to locate. You can't go south of the mountains without paying extrajudicial amounts. That kind of money, very, very... and the gendarmerie will kill you if they find out you escaped. We have to live here."

There are quite a few monsters in the tree sea. Even if his body is big, he won't be able to take it down easily with just a peasant. There's no other way to the south than through the trees and the sea. Peasants in this country are harsh. I didn't know you could even escape.

I thought it was a pretty harsh start to my own life, growing up on the sidelines of slavery, but I think I was far more blessed than these people are. My husband, the mayor of the village, is a personable man, and there was no heavy tax. I never trembled in the cold or suffered from hunger. Farmers in this country live more harsh lives. What a contradiction.

"No, the pioneering village of the Great Forest, or the fact that it's been around for more than a decade, is a miracle in itself. Normally, the demons crush me for five years?

"That's right. Every year in Dorton, there's a guy who doesn't come back once he's gone to the woods. That's a whirlwind."

"Boy's been hunting demons there since he was four, hasn't he? Actually, you didn't come to the village because of that, did you?

"That's possible. That must have been a good one."

I see. I was doing it for myself, but maybe I didn't know it was for the village either. But then there may be more demons around the village because I haven't been home in a while. Well, I have my dads, so are you okay? Remember to strengthen yourself, you're pretty strong. When the demon comes out, he says, "It's meat! 'I said,' and it strikes me the other way around. Yes.

"Boy, you're strong. I kicked a bunch of zombies in.... I can't thank you enough for that."

"No, you don't have to worry about it because it's just self-satisfying. I would have liked to have gone through the battle with the undead."

This village is seriously limitless. Even if I wanted to thank you, it was just spring and there was no harvest, and there was nothing I could give you or food to respond to. 'That's about all we can do...' he said, offering a girl about twelve or three years old, but politely declined. She's the eldest daughter of a village chief, but I have trouble getting more dependents than this.

But the kid was thin and galloping, so maybe he was going to slap his mouth. Maybe he thought he'd survive if he left it with me. Is that even kind?

"... this child will be easily sold to a whorehouse in the capital when he grows up. It's not a good idea to look thin, so they'll buy you a cheap slap. But still, it's a terrible income for the village.... I don't have a choice."

It was just a merchandise! No, I was handling things at the time they offered me! That's the mayor's daughter! That's really the limit, this village!

"Ah, too!

Bang!

I'll slap the table and get up in momentum! If this happens, it's the boat we boarded! I'm surprised you round your eyes. The village chief and your daughter ignore it!

"Luca, Samantha! Cook the meat of the guy you hunted for lunch and behave to everyone in the village! Everyone else will go to the Tree Sea and hunt for extra prey! Enough for a year's worth of dried meat for all of this village! I'm coming!"

"" "" "" "Hi!

Everyone answers with a smile and stands up. Stop, don't look at me with raw warm eyes! I know you call it hypocrisy, but you can't help it! Because I don't sleep well when I abandon you here, and that's all I can do right now. Now this is the best I can do.