Eventually, he spent more than a dozen days exploring and discovering these kinds of gold coins and silver coins and jewellery pieces.
Still, there will be a lot of takeovers.
The untouched urban ruins are really delicious, Menel said.
"Normally, I rarely find it like that, and even if I do, it's a bad nest."
She has a streamlined Mithrill dagger in Menel's hand that
It is a dagger engraved with the phrase "Send In (Asport)".
This is an unnamed magic weapon (Magic Weapon) with a pair of Sayings engraved in the Backorder.
Then there are boots with decorative feathers on their feet.
"Tsubasa Shoes (Wing Boots)" that you can move around slightly floating for a short time.
There are shortcomings such as the difficulty of stomping and the difficulty of white soldier warfare, but the footsteps stop and the troublesome terrain can be passed through.
Neither was obviously a magic tool for me, so the consultation resulted in Menel's share.
... I don't know what I was thinking about the mansion I kept 200 years ago.
That's why I carried the loot, and the sun was falling on my way back to the village.
He's been gripping daggers, turning them, trying to polish them without meaning, laughing at Niyanya just now.
…… a motion that reminds me of someone someday.
Specifically, I was there when I got the Moon.
"..." Come Dagger (Veni Kurtel) "
When Menel threw the dagger, he uttered a euphemism.
The dagger shifts and squeezes the pattern where Menel's hand came in.
…………
I looked at it with a very complex look. [M]
"... what the hell?"
"No, I liked it a lot."
Answer blindly.
I am not reminded of the past.
That's a bit of an embarrassing history...
"Hmm?... Oh well. You're a bong.
Curb your emotions and all that educational policy. "
Menel nodded as if convinced,
"But... if there's anything else I'm happy about, I'll say, 'Yikes!' Wouldn't it be nice if I had hasha?
As is very obvious, I said so.
"It leads to weakness to expose emotions among your nobles, so someone who can control them will be respected.
It's not a noble mansion, it's not a party. "
I shrug my shoulders.
"It's not embarrassing to be happy about something."
- Maybe I kept my eyes open.
I don't know, the words fell to my heart.
"Oh well, that's true"
Shy or weird excuses to rejoice when something pleases me.
It certainly doesn't make sense.
If something pleases you rather than fixing it weirdly, you can honestly rejoice.
That is happier to decide.
Even in my previous life, I never thought about it.
When you come into contact with people on an equal footing, there are really many discoveries.
"- You did it, Menel!
"Whoa. You're making a lot of money."
As we hit our fists, we walked down the dusk road towards the village.
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That's how I got all the money... but I was worried.
It's a buyout for White Sails. Should I come with you?
No, I invented it, so it's not my job to go...
But somewhere in this forest is Kimyra.
I'm probably full right now, and I'm talking about an intelligent opponent, although there's no reason to be aggressive in my appetite.
Being intelligent also means that it can kill vulnerable people to play, just as a child kills insects to play.
In the last life the beast followed the natural order, and although some claimed to only kill their prey to eat, that was a kind of fantasy that wanted to treat either humans or animals specially.
Even cats kill rats without needing to, and dolphins bully. Yeah, that's a common, seedless thing to do.
If so, it would be natural to assume that there could be such an action, even more so, if it were to become the warcraft of the world of today.
If so, I'll leave the buyout to Menel, and I'll stay in the neighborhood, and I think it's better to be polite...
However, this is an emotionally convincing story, but logically there is something a little tight.
In the first place, they have wings, and this is a large forest area with poor prospects and many obstacles.
Obviously, the offensive side is extremely advantageous.
Where the defensive side wandered around by itself, Kimyra could raid wherever she wanted, so it made little sense.
Expect extraordinary luck when you just run into Kimyra by chance.
Alternatively, pray that the temple can descend again conveniently and rush to the scene for good.
... Fortunately for God's sake, it's not a very constructive way of thinking.
But if I do, the surrounding villages will lose their fighting power against Kimyra for that period.
In case there's not even a chance of confrontation, you can get burned all you want.
When you come back, if you see burns and a lot of debris...
If I think so, I'm also unconvinced to simply follow logic and go out.
If you stand there, it won't stand.
It really bothers me.
Night. I thought about it in the haystack of Menel's grasshopper.
I can't conclude.
The same inquiry goes on and on.
I wonder what to do at times like this.
... If you're Brad, do what you want and still let your instincts decide.
But if a man decides to do this, don't bend it.
... Gus would say that we should only follow logic.
Emotional satisfaction follows well-considered logic, he said.
... Marie, pray, leave it to God, will you?
Ask him if his actions will go according to God's plan.
In the haystack, I thought of it as this.
As Brad told me, I have a habit of thinking too much.
One of these days, from the fatigue of the day, I got depressed and drowsy.
That night and a half, I heard a voice.
[Yuke]
Between sleep and awakening, in the summer.
[Ow, my light]
There was a brunette girl with a hood in her eyes.
[As you go on the road -]
Remains that oligarchy faceless.
[… please, in the darkest of darknesses, light.]
I said what she wanted.
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- It's all settled.
I don't know if that was really God's revelation or my dream.
But even if it was a dream, it was my instinct.
logic and follow intuition or revelation.
Believe in the results, come forward.
If I made that decision, the rest was quick.
The next morning I tell Menel what I decided to do, and I tell the villagers.
Since the death of Aunt Marple, who was the village chief, the operation had taken place at the stopover of the villagers.
Speaking to the adventurer that he was going to get livestock with his income from the ruins clams, he got a light endorsement.
I clapped it out a little bit, but it seems that the livestock is still heavily beaten.
I was told that I would be happy to replenish it with livestock such as chickens, pigs and goats other than livestock, as well as consumables.
I was wondering if it would be okay for me to go, but when I think about it, it would be dangerous to go back and forth to the woods.
If the person who can protect his or her luggage and livestock is not disturbed, the situation arises that the person who went shopping will not return as he or she did.
Given the likelihood of being jilli poor without livestock and the huge losses of sending the bad guys to buy out, the risk of re-raiding would be swallowing.
Borderline villagers are reasonable against living anywhere at all.
The next morning, when all those stories had come together, I decided to leave with Menel.
Reconfirm the notes of this request and the luggage for the journey.
"………… OK."
Handle valuables in a decentralized manner, and keep weapons and protective equipment in mind.
Make sure there are no loopholes or problems in one street of luggage.
I plan to purchase luggage from White Sails.
Exit the grasshopper.
Check the window armor and other door tightnesses, then go say hello to the village being rebuilt.
The reconstruction of the village was well under way.
Soft grass sprouts adore it, and the mossy stone walls that crumble by the way surround the foothills that have been springing for a long time.
And many of the trees that were growing on them are cut down, and the branches are cut down, and they are broken with beaks, and the bark is peeled off, and they are the pillars of the houses.
I guess I should really dry it out better, but I can't tell you the luxury of being a homeless refugee.
Between the wooden columns, make sure to knit and tension the sharpened branches, paint the soil and build the walls.
The roof is made of bark peeled from the trees to such an extent that the rain has managed to swell.
It's a simple, rustic, rural house.
And I realized I was looking around.
Only one house in the depths, of stone obtained from the wreckage of the watchtower, is about to be made of some kind of stone building.
"……………… that? What is that?"
"Well, that's a rally hall."
"The clergyman has been working and fishing for relics lately."
"I didn't want to come to the reconstruction site. We talked about it the other day and started."
The answer comes back to my words that I made. [M]
Kimyra can't do it on a boulder, if it's a little swarm of hungry wolves, an institution that can evacuate and stand even if it strikes.
The villagers nodded with a smile that contained something that was convenient to me.
Is something hidden?
... No, well, I'm a leftover in the village, and everything is more arrogant to say.
I'm a little concerned, but I don't think it's a bad thing, and I'm about to leave, and I'm not trying to force myself to find it.
"Then, Cleric, be careful."
"Be careful not to let me in the city."
Meneldor's here. It's not a problem.
"May God of Lightning guide you on your journey"
"Silly, you, cleric. I don't even have to pray!
"Wahaha, let it go!
A lively conversation in various regions.
Until a while ago, people in desperate situations are laughing.
... Seeing the sight, my chest warmed up a little.
"Okay, I'm coming."
I lowered my head and turned my heel back.
Mouth to mouth from behind, I can hear drop-off complaints and prayer words from various regions.
Menel was there as he went down the hill trail without looking back.
He brings silver thread-like hair to the wind and carries a load on his traveling clothes.
Once upon a time, I was an adventurer, and I walked into the hall.
"…… Okay, are you ready?
"Of course."
"Well, let's go."
I don't need any reclining words.
We walked straight into the Beast Forest.
From time to time, stretch the trail that the villagers and beasts in the neighborhood would use.
In the woods. The surrounding landscape doesn't look very different.
Depression and trees flourish and are extremely dim.
Fortunately, sometimes it's late winter and the prosperity of the tree is still better, but I still feel like I keep walking in the same place all the time.
After walking for about half a day, when the sun began to rise to Jomtien, the blur finally spoke.
"It's moving on, isn't it..."
"You've decided it's going. Did you just get distracted?
"Something like that."
"… well, I know how you feel."
We'd like to get out of some village or even a scenic plain zone soon, Menel said.
"At this time of year, the winter wheat ears will be in the wind and it will be beautiful there."
"Yeah, that's good."
That's when I made my mind dance to the words, imagining the sight.
"Caaaaaaaaaa!!
"Shit, help...... someone!!
A resounding scream.
When Menel and I exchanged our glances for a moment, we immediately ran in the direction of hearing our voices.