Muimui-tan

- One...

"Hmm. The port I stopped at when I was headed from the Imperial City to the Labyrinth City was just an easy tokoro with houses, but this one's a solid port town, isn't it?"

The end-of-the-century Mohican laughs when he hears that.

"Bye. It's up to you to interact with the Empire because there's nothing there."

"Now that you and I have this Chamber of Commerce, it's starting to develop as a town."

A skinhead added that to Mohican's words. I see. The labyrinth city was interacting because it was on this side, so it was developing as a port town for a desert - sand dragon ship? On the contrary, the Imperial Metropolitan side had only minimal facilities required.

"This is the desert port town of Mejed on the north side of the trade route with the Imperial City. If we go a little further, we'll see the green, the river."

I see, does the desert end here? No, but, you know, the desert is over, and the heat is still raging. My physical problems, really, it's tight to be hot.

"So. Owner, I need to talk to you, why don't you stay here for a night...... take a break?

Is that it? You don't switch to a dragon horse car and leave right away?

"There's no place from here until Naryn can rest. This is the last place you can slow down."

I see.

"And there will be water and food supplies."

I see. Then maybe we should definitely take a break here. I can make as much water as I want, so I don't have any problems.

"Let us leave it to the judgment of Lord Gulcon, who knows the way"

My heavenly skinhead was happily slapping that bald head.

"Okay, then it's a break. The Inn and the Dragon Horse Car are the first places to stay. After that, you can move freely, right?

Isn't that nice? I don't know if it's an escort.

"Hey, old man's, come on."

You couldn't wait for us talking harder again, Urius was stepping on your feet. No, I'm not in that z, am I? You shouldn't feel like an old man from the outside!

- Two...

As you board the dragon horse car that was available and continue along the white stone township, the greenery grows. And I saw a river ahead. Ooh, the river. That's a dirty river. Earthy or dusty-mixed river, not at all, clear!

'Is it dirty?

"Life has water, but it's different."

Picked up my heaven and the skinhead old man shrugged. Well, well.

"Old man, where do I go?"

Urius, who was moving the dragon horse car, asks here.

"So don't say old man. Go down the road for a while... uh, take a right there. After a while, you'll see, yes, there it is. This is the Red Sea Pavilion."

What was visible was a large white stone building with a circular tower. Is this the place to stay today?

"All right, when you're done with the lodging process, me and Tongari are going to go collect information!

The two old men seemed to enjoy saying that.

"Urius, Citri, get me some more food and water."

"What the heck. You pushed us to work, and I know where we're going. You suck."

Urius was flaunting his shoulders. Citri didn't know what to do. He was comparing the two faces to kyorokyoro.

"What am I supposed to do?

"Uh, Kohon, the owner needs to relax at the inn. This is a safe place to stay. Samurai lady, I asked for an escort."

He was nodding with the face that Micah naturally said to Skinhead's words.

"Master, what do you want to do?

The fourteen I was holding back behind me, yes, I was about to whisper. I don't know what to do. You can sightsee it, but if you get lost, it won't be stylish.

Sometimes, if there is something invisible, I do a "transfer check" and go back to headquarters and college. I've been away for four days now. Wacky.

But there are surprisingly many people's streets here. Doesn't it taste good to be seen jumping potato worms?

I can't help it. Do you want to take your time at the inn today?

- Three...

Day five.

At the inn, the shopkeeper who saw me told me to sleep outside, or when I heard about it, Type 14 destroyed the stone counter for intimidation, well, there was a lot going on, but I could stay normally and leave normally.

And for some reason, a dragon horse car moves with a hawkey-faced skinhead, Mohican. It's a flat road, so it's going pretty fast. Along the way, a different dragon horse car quickly disappears from sight.

After a while I saw a big one on my left - so many rivers that I couldn't see the other side. The dragon horse car continues north along the river.

Everywhere on your left is a big river. The color of the water is kind of black and scary.

"Owner, it's the ocean."

My old skinhead told me because I was looking out into the landscape. Heh, it's not a river. Or does the skinhead old man know the sea? I wonder if inland born inland growth is even wacky.

"If you keep going north along the sea, you'll see the barracks and the bridge. Just cross the bridge and run for the mountains."

Well, when you hear that, it feels like you're almost there. Actually, it seems to take about four days from here.

"Will there not be a warcraft?

Micah seems free. Because it's a brain muscle, and I think if I don't get a chance to wield a knife, I lose my arm.

'Cause there's a way out, there's hardly a warcraft.'

"I hope not."

To the words of the two old men, Micah only replied, "Well," and sat back with a sword, nagging. Uh, it feels like you're going to sleep all night because you're too free, you know.

But, well, that's peaceful, unlike when you were crossing the desert. Everything's going to be all right. We're going to get to Naryn.