Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... it's not a very good job, is it hard to say? I don't even know what happened to that adventurer."

"Even as we were, I just wanted to knock out the goblins. However, if this is a distraction from what happened then... I think you should have asked for more."

What Ribble would say is that he buried his late father.

Had I done so, there might certainly have been no boner noise this time.

Bones are often gradually increased if one emerges.

Calling from somewhere, old bones buried deep in the earth responding and moving, becoming bone men, etc.

If Ribble's father's bone soldier was the first starting point... it wouldn't have happened if he'd been buried well, that's what I mean.

"Well, I really don't know if Ribble's father was the reason. Don't worry too much about the area."

"Is that what it is?

"Ah. There are so many things you can regret if you live. In that case, it would be more efficient to just forget about it and move on. Especially when you're an adventurer. There are countless such things."

If I had, that villager, my people, wondered if my friends would have helped.

There would be few adventurers, such as the one who never thought of that.

But many adventurers instinctively know that if they are obsessed with that feeling forever, they will all be drawn to the Underworld.

So he drinks to be bathed in order to forget, he talks crap about when his buddies who were traveling far away were alive, he forgets, and occasionally he goes to the grave to drink.

Wounds don't block.

But we usually forget there's a scratch there.

I know that's the only way people can take it to move forward.

"Shall we go back to being realistic? Ribble, this boner noise, I'm still not sure what the reason is... there's something I have to do"

"Uh... you have to go where my father died, right? At least because that's where it's likely to come from."

"That's what I'm talking about. But I don't know where it is. You can write it on the map... it's hard to tell if it's a little off in these woods. I'd like someone to guide me if I can..."

It's clear who you want me to show you while you say.

That's why I glanced at Ribble.

Ribble also seemed to have guessed from the flow of the story,

"Give me that, so that's it. It's okay. I'll go. And the place... I've never been, but I've heard it many times..."

I guess I've tried to find my father's remains and artifacts there myself.

But I stopped talking to him about my strength.

It's comforting as a companion to have that kind of calm.

Even when fighting the Bones in the village, only the Ribbles were calm among the villagers who were turning to reinforcement.

The other villagers were between the glare and excitement and seemed not calm.

After all, maybe one day when you abandon the father of Ribble, it means that you will be remembered when you see the demons.

A man's invisible wound is, after all, something he can't erase even if he tries to...

"Okay, then we're done talking. I risk my life to protect my safety. Don't worry about it."

It's possible to be a meat shield just a few times.

In that case, to be honest, you'd have trouble excusing yourself, but unless you took the extra deep hand, it was a minor injury and you could handle it.

If it's profound... well, I have a sense of holiness.

You just have to push it through with God's blessing.

If more than one person has observed it, there's a chance they'll question it somewhere, but if you've only seen one libble, you can delude everything... it should.

The best part, of course, is that no one comes home unharmed without falling into any pinch.

You just have to be prepared.

Ribble at me like that,

"I'm going to be careful not to create useless hazards"

and said the most thankful thing to me.

Like the other villagers, it's annoying to reject how prepared you are to stand up for it.

"You're going to be a good companion... then I'm going to go first thing tomorrow morning, okay?

"Yes. I'll be well prepared...... in the meantime, you should keep the village chief informed by the end of the day, right?

There is no way that an adventurer, a force of war that protects the village in a situation where bone men are still likely to come, can suddenly disappear.

You'll need to explain it thoroughly.

"Right. In the meantime, should we both go to the village chief when this place clears up one street"

"Yes."

This is, of course, the impromptu Lent store.

There are still people watching, and suddenly it opens up.

I'm not leaving today, and I'll do it until the time I originally planned to, and then, but it won't be a problem.

"Speaking of which, Ribble wants this bow, don't you?

Give the bowman's bone soldier a ribble bow he had.

Good workmanship there, a few steps better than the bows the libbles had when they were fighting the village boners.

I thought Ribble would care if he was a bowman.

Ribble on this,

"No, of course I want it...... the spear is better after all. If I buy it, my hand will be gone..."

That's what I said.

The spear of my father's shapes.

As far as I was concerned, the perception was that it was Ribble's by the time I heard the story, but from Ribble's point of view, it seemed like a product that I had to buy.

Sure, because in principle that's right......

What an adventurer takes from a demon is owned by that adventurer.

The demon is something else... even if that's what you took from a human being, then if another adventurer takes it from that demon, it belongs to that adventurer.

I mean, I own this spear.

But that is only a principle, and not a compulsory one with absolutely no room for consultation or discussion.

That's the majority of adventurer rules.

If we are convinced of each other, we cannot be particularly blamed for being out of that rule.

Of course, that's not the case with killing all of a sudden or anything.

Although such acts are prohibited in the first place by national rules rather than by adventurer rules.

Well, that's why, as far as I'm concerned, I was usually going to give Ribble about this spear, so I don't want any money.

I say to Ribble.

"... This is certainly what I got from the demons, but it would be the shape of Ribble's father. I can't take that kind of money."

"No, but..."

"Just take it. If you do, you can buy this bow, too, right? I'll keep it cheap."

"... Mr. Lent. Well, then, Mr. Lent's making money..."

"What a Lent store in the first place. I don't want to do business that well. Besides... tomorrow we'll have a pattern while we keep each other's lives. Reinforcement of the Ribble is an important story for me. Here."

That's what I said. I shoved both a bow and a spear on the ribble.

Ribble was perplexed for a little while, but I guess he was convinced of the last reason he said it.

"... ok. Well, thanks for this time..."

That's what I said, nodded, and it was a bowed ribble.