11
After seeing Eliza leave, Zoltan pulled a chair and sat down.
"Lecan, I'm sorry I asked you to take care of me."
"It was definitely a hassle. But that's enough. Nark!"
Naak comes from the back. Looks like he was going behind the kitchen, or at home.
"Much Liquor, Drink"
Lekan spoke in the language of the world he was originally in.
"Oh. Let's have it."
Zoltan replied in the words of the same world.
Nark came.
"Serve me a lot of booze. There are two cups. And give me something to pinch."
Nark handily took out the liquor bottles and metal cups and arranged them, serving the beans and dried fish on a plate.
"Bozu. I'm sorry. Make it a wooden cup. I like you better."
"Let me do the same."
Nark switched cups before heading to the kitchen. I guess they'll make something of it.
"Cheers"
"Cheers"
"When you came in front of this inn, I almost raised my voice."
'Neither do I. I never tasted that feeling. But when the people of my hometown were in this inn, I knew for sure. You have that feeling. "
"That's what it feels like when you have people in your hometown nearby."
"No, that's not it"
'Yeah? What do you mean?
"I've seen people from my hometown before, but I didn't feel that way. But they weren't adventurers."
"The one who's not an adventurer jumped into the Black Hole?
'It's not. A large "black hole" suddenly appeared in front of him in the woods, and he fell or was swallowed. "
"Heh. Sometimes that happens."
'I guess the feeling just now is that we're adventurers diving deep into each other's labyrinth too. I feel that way.'
"I see."
"I've seen him dive into the labyrinth in a different world from ours, but he didn't smell like you either. So I think only those who were exploring the labyrinth in their hometown will remember what it felt like just now '
"You know, you've seen a lot of things."
"It's a long time."
"What year?
'Well, it should be a little over fifty years. I don't really remember.'
What? How old are you?
"Beyond eighty, is it close to ninety?"
"Very unlikely in the years to come"
"Fallen people have a slightly longer life span. Diving deep into the labyrinth is even more."
"Oh, did you put it back in this one?"
"Now this word is easier to speak"
"Please wait. Looks like we're off the hook."
Nark brought a freshly made meat dish. Three kinds of meat are burned with fire, with spicy spices.
"I'm home with this man."
"Heh! Are you with Zoltan? That surprised me. Well, where's Zoltan's hometown?
"Far away."
"Speaking of which, when you first rolled over to your grandfather, you couldn't speak."
"Grandpa?"
"It was the first village I stopped by because I couldn't get through. I spent some time hiding in the woods, helping the caravan when it was being attacked by a warcraft, and Naak's grandfather, who was his escort, took me home."
"Hmm. Was Naak's grandfather an adventurer?"
"That's right. It was named Yark. Yark is kind. He took me to the labyrinth, utterly speaking."
"Is that kind?"
"Slowly. Even if it's kind. He was interested in my combat skills. And to me, the labyrinth is like a sieve."
"I see."
"Yark took care of me. He taught me common sense over here, including words, from scratch. It was a bit biased common sense, though. Gu"
When Zoltan laughs, the air leaks from the gap between his teeth. That was interesting.
"Eventually he got married and stopped being an adventurer and started making vegetables. I kept diving into the labyrinth."
After a while of talking, Neru came back from shopping. After sending a warm greeting with Zoltan, Neru harvested fresh vegetables from the field to cook for us. There were several dishes lined up that looked good. Nark and Neru cared, or backed off.
"That's right!
"What's up?
"I had something nice."
Rekan removed a bottle of liquor from the [storage].
"This is! Thirty years of Regatte! Oh!"
This is the last bottle of liquor I brought from the original world. Lecan thought it was time to open it.
"Well, drink."
"Excuse me. Oh. Smells good."
As Zoltan poured some of the liquor on his tongue, he poured his face upwards into his throat.
"After this face, if you include a drink in your mouth, it leaks. The drink began to pour all at once into my throat. At first, I needed red potion every time I drank hot tea. Gu"
"Ha. Where did that face get hit?
"It's a hundred and twenty-one levels in the labyrinth here."
"What?"
"Slowly. Looks like you made it, too."
(You were telling Zoltan, too)
(Where is the secret appraisal? Not at all)
"Right. You were there, too."
"That's the thing. But I didn't tell anyone that if I defeated 120 Guardians on my own, I could go down there."
"Why?
"You're just dying, even if the powerless one does that. I waited. Tell me about it. Someone will show up. When such a man showed up, I was going to go with him to the bottom of the line."
"I see."
Sure it is. If you teach that secret to the Labyrinth Superintendency, all adventurers will find out about it. Maybe I'll only teach more than a certain amount of adventurers at first, but any of those little secrets are something that leaks. That way, one would have appeared after another, something that would have forced it to reach one hundred and twenty hierarchies and would have forced it to fight alone.
"But such a man never showed up at last. Mark, Yark's son, was a talented man who could go to one hundred and twenty-one levels, but he married and stopped being an adventurer and opened this inn. Still, this booze is good."