My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"- What's up!?

To the soaring horse's voice, the merchant Gusta jumped out of the carriage.

Gusta, merchant of the Chamber of Commerce of Ellio.

Now over forty pierced locks, accumulated beards are charm points and proud old men.

Formerly a downward working lad who came out of the country, he was blessed with born luck and business talent and became a huge chamber of commerce merchant.

He is the head of this merchant squad.

The horses kept by the Ellio Chamber of Commerce are of the kind used for military horses.

The body is large and has strong ankles, and although it is the speed at which it runs that doesn't get out much, it is brazen and does not fear demons, battles, or fire depending on nurturing.

That it rings is proof left that the anomaly occurred.

The Great Empire is right in front of us if we cross this valley of whining.

This ground is rock-skinned.

It is solid as a scaffold, but because of the many scattered stones and rocks, there is no speed in the carriage.

If anything was going to come out, it would be rocked up and down a lot and the wheels around would fail soon.

However, walking is an attractive distance that can be crossed in a day at the latest.

Information and loads, freshness is life.

At the Ellio Chamber of Commerce where Gusta works, he can be firmly taught not to commit foolishness that misses business opportunities.

- Even if you know that famous bandits often surrender on this road.

Gusta jumped out and rang a horse...... walking over to the carriage leading, the escorts had already gathered before Gusta.

Rapid action against anomalies.

As reliable as it can be.

"Looks like we got caught in the steps"

One of them answered, pointing under the body of the vehicle.

"Steps?"

If you look at it, it is certainly a step.

It is such a step that even horses, on the contrary, can be crossed across.

But the wheel got caught.

The large two-headed carriage is loaded with luggage.

The weight of the body is considerable.

A horse caught in a small high or low difference and the wheel didn't go up, and he couldn't do what he thought, rang to let him know there was a problem.

- Good, Gusta grates his chest.

At the end of the road...... this place in this valley, which is a zone of banditry, has the narrowest road width.

I didn't mean to disbelieve the report of Snow Bear's Claw, a team of adventurers who put it out for scouts, but if things were to go wrong here, I would still be the first to be alert to bandit attacks.

But if you open the lid, you're stuck in just steps.

"If it's this high, you can keep pushing it."

If it gets to some height, even the board will bite it, but if this is about it, the horses will pull, and if the men push it, they will be able to get over it.

"Please."

Gusta nodded and gave instructions to push the carriage.

- Just.

The escorts try to push the carriage stuck on the steps.

"... that sounds disgusting..."

That I paused in this place.

The fact that, even if the road had been blocked by a rockfall from a cliff in this valley, which has passed several times before, it had never been swept in steps.

Only this place is wide enough for two carriages to be critical and different.

Just because one of the leading cars stops blocks the way, we can't take the means to bypass the steps just in the rear.

If you get attacked from behind at a time like this, there's no escape.

Not to mention, if you're surrounded...

What are steps in the first place?

I've never happened (...) to get caught up in anything like that before.

- Wait.

If it doesn't happen to be (...).

If it wasn't a coincidence (...).

Pushed by an unpleasant hunch, Gusta lay down on the ground to be bounced and looked jealously at the steps.

I don't care about escorts, the lower work of the Chamber of Commerce, or the apprentices' "what are you doing" gaze.

It's cleverly hidden with stones and rocks, but it's perfectly - openly speaking - all a step up the road. Or it's lowered.

In other words, the steps were done intentionally.

If it was made naturally, it would be a beautiful, solid step different so far, there would be no such thing.

Then what?

I mean, this is, like, a trap made to stop a carriage?

"Be vigilant..."

Doh.

An arrow pierced the leading carriage body as it tried to raise its alarm.

"- Everybody freeze! If we move, we release arrows simultaneously!

The voice of an ambitious man pouring from the cliff shook up the merchant squad in an instant, like snowmelting water.

Soon the Gustas were surrounded by more than twenty thieves, aiming from the top of the left and right cliffs.

"- Hey, I'm here to get you a toll."

Many people recognize a man with a full-body tattoo, who jumped down a cliff scaffold.

I don't know about the black wolf that came down with me though.

Is it a pet?

The escorts of the Ellio Chamber of Commerce, all of them.

I know Gusta, who has been through here many times, and Gusta's entourage and underwork, who he employs at the Chamber of Commerce.

"Who are you! You know we're the Ellio Chamber of Commerce of the Great Empire!

Seven escorts, the man who came down... stand before the heads of the bandits.

The only people I don't know are seven of the first two-star adventurer team I've hired, Snow Bear Claws - although I'm sure they know the most names and anecdotes.

"Oh? Is that why you don't know me?

That's what the tattoo guy asked the other way around.

- Not good.

"Wait!

Gusta went between the escort and the tattoo man, raising his voice and further showing that both hands were unwilling to resist.

"If it's okay as usual, I'll give you something! We won't resist!

There's nothing you can do to piss this man off.

I'd rather talk to you in peace and ask you to leave early.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Gusta!

"That's okay! If you resist, you'll just get injured and dead!

Anyway, this man has beaten all the escorts in the Chamber of Commerce by himself, and he has beaten them with his bare hands.

Definitely not going to beat this guy, even if "Snow Bear Claws" hang by them all.

They're never weak, they're too strong.

Originally, I have insurance when I go through here.

It's not a good idea to piss him off and damage him.

It's more troublesome to have injured or dead people out than to be deprived of loads.

"Don't you understand?"

When the tattoo man raised his hand, about ten bandits came down.

They quickly tie up the Chamber of Commerce escorts, with the exception of the still unacceptable "Snow Bear Claw", and their lords and servants, and move them from the top to one place where they can see well.

- This band of bandits only takes the amount they can hold.

- No extra killing, no violence, no imitation to give a little bit to women and children.

If you're a big man, though.

And take food, clothes, fur, alcohol, etc. as a priority over money and money items.

I don't like things like rare items and gems - I probably don't like things that come with legs.

So with more food, clothing and fur, the damage is only a small amount.

Probably from the lawless country of Krozheit - but that's all I think about.

The way this tattoo guy does is not much hated by the merchants of the Great Empire.

In the first place, we couldn't even use this road until this man came out.

The crozheit-raised thieves who had so far made this place a territory were just villains who plundered to the point of their lives.

Though they said it was a path you should never go through.

In recent years, however, the circumstances have changed slightly.

That's what this tattoo guy - since Zed came up.