Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

It's a waste of peat fuel made in large quantities, so I'll take it back. I also buy solid fuel, so it would save money.

If I packed it full of leather bags with greed, it would be very heavy. If I had it on, Lieutenant Berley would carry it instead.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant Berley"

"Never mind. Be a workout."

Lieutenant Berley is still a man today.

Mr. Liezelotte had a lukewarm look on his face and walked looking at Amelia.

"Um, Mr. Lieselotte, if you're looking at anything else, you'll fall again -"

"Aah!"

Is that a promise? Even once again, Mr. Liezelotte is about to fall with his feet taken by the mud. but this time it was on the brink and it looked like Deputy Berley pulled his arm and got nothing.

"Are you all right?

"Oh, yeah...... oh, thank you"

The judgment and instantaneous power of Lieutenant Berley, who throws a bag of peat fuel in his hand and helps Mr. Liezelotte. I want to be an apprentice.

"I want you to strive to walk while you're on the move and to be vigilant around you. Sometimes demons jump out of nowhere."

"I'm sorry."

Lieutenant Berley will take note of you, Mr. Liezelotte.

When I realized I wasn't looking at Amelia either, I reflected that I should have pointed it out.

But I'm glad I didn't fall and get muddy.

I'll be back at base in an hour.

The men were bread and dried meat, pickled vegetables in vinegar, etc., and they finished lunch easily.

Speaking of making soup and eating it, Urgas envied me.

"We'll stay overnight in a nearby village, so we'll have decent food at night"

says the captain.

Anything, you think you have to take the mud (Verse) head and make sure the victim is sure it's this demon?

I see. If there's a chance of a mistake, like this one, it'll be important.

We went back to the village where we kept the carriage.

There is a small village about a thirty minute walk from the Karkkuk wetlands. His name is Crescent.

In a high-floor house, tall trees are bush. Because it was hot, the women were wearing highly exposed clothes.

Walk to the village chief's house. The captain was in charge of a bag containing the head of the mud (Verse).

This giant bag was made for the captain when he said he was taking home the demon's neck. I had no idea it would be useful so early. By the way, it's made of leather, and the material cost lasts a long time.

When I came to leave the carriage, there were hardly any villagers, but today I see them slightly.

Some rode themselves out to see if knights were rare.

"Wow, he's a knight. Cool."

The children of the village who were watching it faraway scream, pointing fingers at it.

"Wow, I have a tall, beautiful sister! Such a beautiful man, I've never seen him!

That's not your sister, that's your brother.

It was pathetic to break my dream, so I kept my mouth shut.

"There's a big woe! Wow!"

Little kids look at Mr. Gull and shake big. Even though he's a werewolf beast (Gaugau), not a dog beast (Wow). The gentle Mr. Gull was waving his tail to show it. Wow and delightful children.

"What is that, a pony?

Looks like someone noticed Amelia.

"No, no, it's an eagle"

"It's not an eagle, it's a four-legged beast."

I guess the visibility of the phantom beast Eagle Lion (Griffon) is low. Villagers making a scene on purpose. You know, I got close to...

"That's a proud phantom beast, a hawk lion."

Mr Liezelotte, who points to Amelia and speaks proudly.

"A hawk lion (Griffon)...?

"You mean Eagle Lion (Griffon)"

"Yes! He is a miracle creature who was worshipped in ancient times as God's patron of the royal family, with a gentle heart and a noble spirit."

Amelia, who was introduced by Mr. Lieselotte, seems restless after receiving the attention of the villagers. Because I read the air, I stopped, spreading my proud wings, "K, Que ~" and rang reluctantly.

Then the villagers boiled, and began to pray thankfully and thankfully.

Mr. Liezelotte has a satisfying look because of the successful preaching of the phantom beast.

More and more villagers come together because they were invited to cheer.

If someone had exorcised a cannibalized lizard going out to the Karkuk Wetlands, applause arose and it boiled waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Something like a triumphant march in the atmosphere. How did this happen?

"Mother, some little girls!

"Oh, true. That's great. I have to back you up."

"Good luck ~"

Does that mean I'm a little girl? Supported by a boy about ten years old, he gets embarrassed and wears a headscarf deep.

Fortunately, the captain wore a jacket headscarf today, so he didn't have to be a bandit noise. He had trouble shaving his beard and hid it with a headscarf.

In the meantime, one plain young knight leaks dissatisfaction.

"Nice, 'cause they all look thick, get thistled"

"It's just embarrassing."

I hear Urgas wanted to be thistled. If you show me your bow and arrow skills, you won't leave your village daughter alone, either, but I'm sure you want her to look and chill.

All of a sudden, the village daughters are screaming yellow. If you look, it was because Lieutenant Berley responded to the cheer with one hand.

"I don't know, this, this feeling of losing to Lieutenant Berley"

"It's okay. Urgas is also the coolest and nicest"

"Thank you, Sanitary Squirrel. It was a great read, but I'm happy."

Talking about that, I finally arrive at the village chief's house about it. I'm free from the spectacle, so one ho.

The house is quite large. The walls are decorated with animal bones obtained from hunting in a rug woven with a unique pattern like a pattern. There are no desks, chairs, etc. Men seem to be polite to sit in horseships.

The village chief was in his forties or so, younger than I imagined. Some little children scream that they are fairies as soon as they see me. I decided I shouldn't break my dreams and answered, "Yes, I'm a fairy".

I only burst out of Urgas, so I thought I'd remember it later.

When you have finished greeting your family, talk often with the village chief. He said he was thrilled to be here on the crusade all the way.

Let's get to the point. First, we called the victim's family and had them confirmed.

It was a young man in his mid-twenties or so who came. Looks like the victim's grandson.

The captain spreads the bag. It came out with little trauma, mud (Verse).

"This is it, this is the cannibal lizard!! Besides, Grandpa..."

After all, I think I misjudged the lizard and the pigeon. He was in a hurry, so he mislooked.

The youth weep and bow their heads to us.

"Thank you...... now you can live in peace..."

They went fishing in the Kalkuk Wetlands for three generations. You said you lived in the swamps by catching fish and stuff like that.

The village chief slaps and encourages the young man on the shoulder.

Apparently, there was only one damage to the villagers. All I could say was that I was unlucky to get out with the giant mud (Verse).

It had a sober atmosphere, but the village chief proposes to make it a meal.

"You'd be hungry. We've prepared the dishes."

If the village chief slapped his hands on the bread, the women with the dishes came in one after the other.

Rugs are spread out on the floor and large plates are arranged. There was a meat dish on the plate that I had never seen before.

For stewing lake chicken (poole) vanilla, skewered, steamed bread, large fish whole grilled. Some shellfish I ate yesterday. The big pot has soup. What does it taste like?

They prepared treats with fresh seafood and meat caught in the Karkuk Wetlands.

The village chief's wife poured the pot of soup and handed it to me.

"It is the soup of mud (Verse)"

Hey, what the hell!?

Mud (Verse) seems to be a specialty of the village.

See Mr. Liezelotte sitting next to him. She was peeling her white eyes.

The village chief, who noticed our subtle reaction, told me that after his wife was gone, he didn't have to.

But you can't waste food. Be brave and decide to try it.

If I stirred the soup with a spoon, I would have had a hello with the mud (Verse), which had been simmered in its intact form. Is it about the size of a pinky finger? They eat smaller individuals.

Apparently, he was watching next door, and Mr. Leezelotte said, "Hih!" and leaks a short scream.

First, in an attempt to drink from the soup, the mud (Verse) pushed into the bottom of the plate.

Be brave and sip the soup.

There is no muddy smell at all. On the contrary, good stock is out. Is it because it has plenty of vanilla?

And the mud (Verse) that was sinking at the bottom. Courage, I stuck it to my torso.

"Oh, shit."

Next to me, Mr. Lieselotte screams, hello mud (Verse).

The mud (Verse) was surprisingly soft. There is a good fire through to the bones.

"Oh, you're white. Pale taste, but pretty fat on it, delicious"

I am plump and can unwind in my mouth.

You didn't have to, but Mr. Liezelotte was also a resolute challenger.

Express to the village chief in tears the sentiment that it was "delicious."

Without chewing properly, you must have swallowed the whole thing.