Riot Grasper

"Nice to meet you. I'm like a representative of this village, it's called Roche"

This is a small village without a name. A village where subpeople and humans coexist.

Mr. Roche is an elf woman who plays the role of summariser there.

Iri, who took care of him in King Richelle's capital, was also pioneered by criminal sexual harassment by the grandfather of one of these magic prop researchers because of his brilliant appearance, but Roche had a different charm than Irie.

Elves are supposed to live longer than humans and live from a hundred to two hundred years. Because appearance hardly changes at a time when it grows to a certain size, it's a strange species that doesn't see much of the phenomenon of aging.

Mr. Roche didn't leak into that example either, and he looks young given his actual age (* private for privacy protection)...... he had some adult vibe put together and maybe that was fascinated by the gap with his appearance.

"Talk about Mr. Lim over there looking for his mother... unfortunately, we're not going to be able to help. I hope we meet again safely."

Roche, who bowed his head against me and Rim, said with a soft smile.

We were visiting a village called Rik Shao, Lord of Toggle, made it on an experimental basis since we left Erindal.

A village created to realize the ideal of coexistence with human beings in the Suvenese Empire, where it is considered difficult for subpeople to live. As far as I'm concerned, I was simply interested, but Lim had another reason to visit the village.

- That is, searching for a mother.

The information I brought to Rim at Erindal gave her a lot of interest in the deputy head of the "Night Ringing" team.

or so, the opponent is a free group that is rolling all over the place.

Even if I wanted to see you, that's not how I'd see you.

To fulfill my responsibilities as an informant, I advised Tiamo, who is in Amorphas, to talk to me first. Because if she does, she could be getting some information about the noise of the night.

Of course, I won't forget to suggest that I go with Tiamo.

I could have gone straight for Amorphas since I left Erindal, but it was up to me to stop in this way because there was also a desire to visit this village that it was on the road.

Even at the rim, he honestly admitted that he had originally planned to gather information about his mother in this village.

There will be a great desire to see Mira, the deputy commander, soon, but there is no guarantee that we can get a clue in Amorphas.

I turned my consciousness back to Mr. Roche in front of me as I reflected on how I had come to this village.

Rim next door didn't get any useful information, but he doesn't look particularly discouraged.

"But you're here because of me. Please take your time touring the village. Nothing small village, no lodging-like facilities, so stay in my house this evening if you want to be small."

It's narrow...... Mr. Roche's house is not so small, but we are now a little narrow if we were to let him stay in this house because we are the big zone that includes Mr. Cecil and Shania in our twin sisters and brothers.

By the way, since the other faces are already free to visit the village, it's just me and Lim who are meeting Mr. Roche.

"Thank you. Then we'll take a tour of the village."

That said, for one thing, I left Mr. Roche's house behind.

Where do you want me to look? and rim has asked, so looking around appropriately...... apparently I saw a villager doing field work.

Getting closer, it looks like a human farmer is lecturing a big beast man about field work. I guess that big beast man has immigrated to this village of his own free will because the majority of the slaves Rick is letting live in are women.

If the village grows, it naturally becomes more populous. That would make it necessary to secure that much food. In this sense, developing agriculture can also be synonymous with developing villages.

If there is a beast man with good arm strength, the opening work will go well too.

"Hey, has Rim ever done field work or anything?

"When I lived in the village, I wonder if I ever helped my neighbor's uncle or something. My dad had a job hunting in the woods, so I feel like I used to go into the woods more often than I do in the fields, either way. And then there's catching fish in the river..."

"Ooh, brothers"

As the two of us talked, the farmer's old man rang from across the field.

"Are your brothers allergic? Are you two planning to live in this village? My daughter is here again."

Apparently this old lady thinks me and Lim are the new immigrants who came to the village. Indeed, Rim's appearance would also pass a mild scrutiny of a woman lover's lord. I guess it's not uncommon for liberated slaves to come to the village, and I can't help thinking that Grandma would.

"No, we're just touring the village. Can I keep looking at the field work for a second?

"Hmm? Right. It doesn't matter. Maybe it's not that funny. Oh... if you're interested, can I help you?

The farmer's old man makes such a suggestion.

I think it's a good thing to go through everything. He just let me into the field and let me help him with the task of sowing the seeds he had prepared.

It's the simple task of me digging a hole the right size on the ground with my fingers and rims throwing seeds down there, but this is quite interesting.

My heart soothes when I'm messing with dirt. It's really strange.

Field work would be extraordinary if soil magic were applied, and it would be useful to open land that has not yet become a field, but I would now like to enjoy these manual tasks.

When I finished working with Rim in this way and looked around, everyone around me worked together to work on the field.

You can also see a farmer's grandmother advising the beast man who waves in his power, "You should put more hips in," etc., and women harvesting grown vegetables in another field.

"Huh... it hurts, when I'm not used to it, it comes to my back"

"Haha, you say Sage like Dad sometimes"

Long ago, Rim once told me I was like your mother, but now you're your father, right?

Mr. Arnold was also crushing, "My hips..." etc., after dismantling the hunted beasts and demons.

"But... this kind of thing is good"

"Yeah, you are."

Some of the countries in which the Asians are subject to contempt are thus able to treat each other normally.

- A unique smell touched my nose when I wiped the soil adhered to my cheeks with my hands in farming, but that was also something that calmed my mind with wonder.

"See you later!

The farmer's grandmother gave me some of the vegetables I had harvested by saying it was a thank you for helping with the field work.

Bright red ripe tomatoes, brightly colored red red potatoes, watery leafy vegetables, etc. I decided to have Mr. Roche stay at his house, and I want to offer these as ingredients for dinner.

When freshly picked at the same time as the taste and worn over the tomatoes, it seems as if the gummy, concentrated natural sweetness will soothe the labor of field work.

"This is delicious."

Rim also seems surprised by the sweetness of ripe tomatoes, who were quickly finishing eating one tomato with a snort and a fierce snort. If it is so sweet, it would seem that there is no choice but to rub the tomatoes with vegetables or fruits.

Well, the vegetables I received were all stored in a magic tool bag in my possession, and then I resumed my walk in the village.

My next visit was to a blacksmith run by a couple of Dwarves.

The couple seems to be close, and I don't think it's wrong to look at their hammer-wielding husbands dele dele and talk about men coming together on their own that liberated female slaves are beautiful.

If you're a Dwarf jig with a name at the top of the rankings, don't laugh when you're at work! Or something like that, but your arms don't look bad.

In addition to the bamboos and spears used for field work, this blacksmith also made the necessary weapons for the village's defense, and swords and spears were erected on the walls there.

"Is that it? Isn't that Se? Have you finished talking to Mr. Roche yet?

I found this one, and it's Ren with a nostalgic smile that's closing in. You can also see Ray next door.

"Not at all. Len, what are you doing here?

"Oyla came here to ask me to take care of her sword. Unlike Se's, Oyla's sword is a mass-produced cheap product. I need to take care of Mame like this."

Ren's double sword, which I bought for you in Wang Du Horn, is not a crude product either, but it is true that it is quite inferior when compared to the two famous swords in my possession.

"Speaking of which, I've heard a lot about Se's new silver sword, but the black one over there is pretty cute, too, isn't it? What's the material used?

"Ho. Sounds like you have a pretty good eye for it, too."

Me and Ren, who belong to a party that loves duplicity, talk to each other in this kind of place.

I began to go beyond boasting about the black sword noir made by the arms of a celebrity from the corners of a special blood-oga.

"- A demon sword that gets sharper if you slash and kill the same species as yourself... you have a trait that's not right for Se again. Maybe Oyla should use it?

"I won't give it to you!

"No... well, even oila doesn't have a hobby for killing people and having fun. I don't want to use it effectively anyway."

"But I say no"

I exhale one sigh at me rejecting all such suggestions, and Ren whispered and snapped.

"By the way, those two... look at that."

Ahead of what Len indicated with his jaw are rims and rays looking at the store's products.

Ray walked away with a frightened face from where we started to immerse ourselves in weapons stories, but Lim spoke to her like that.

"Huh. Not a good knife there. Wouldn't you rather have one or so for fine work, too?

Ray takes the knife placed in the store and advises him that it is easy to throw or, if so, what convenience it is.

Ever since Lim and Ray fought, I've been worried that their relationship might turn out to be a sinister one, but fortunately it hasn't been the worst development, such as not talking at all. Rather, Ray's attitude has softened slightly since then, and the relationship seems to be repairing to the extent that we normally converse.

"Good for you. I was wondering what would happen for a while."

"Really."

At the end of the day, I haven't been able to ask why Ray provoked Rim so much by then, but I'm not trying to make it sound impossible because asking too much was going to be counterproductive.

"Yes, yes. Yeah, you're right to wait until they talk to you."

Ren's mouth was full of adult opinions, but there were traces of him being beaten to the cheek of his face.

"Hmm...? What's wrong with that?

"No, on the road until I got here, I was having an argument with Ted boy about who has the biggest breasts among the members, and Shania accidentally asked me about it and beat me to the point of changing the shape of my face. They didn't even talk to me for a while."

"Oh well. That again... we'll have to wait until they talk to us."

What the hell is this guy doing?

"The biggest of these members is Mr. Cecil, and it's a decision, but it's debatable which is bigger, isn't it, Rim or Sister Ray? Shania, unfortunately, was thrilled to see if she could take part in the Loser's Resurrection, and that's where the goo punch comes in."

Yeah, he almost pulled the swelling where he was beaten with Ray's treatment, but it's also natural for Shania to get angry.

"Uh-huh. Even with the two of them in line like this, it's still hard to judge. What do you think of Se?

As Ren narrows her eyes with a serious look, she turns her gaze to two women looking at the product.

"You're a very unpunished man. Well... that's it. The impression I've been seeing is that the armament is going to go up on the rim, but Ray's clothes feel slightly like compressing his chest, so maybe there's a possibility of a reversal. But what makes you say that the inclination of future growth curves, including age, has more minutes on the rim......!

... Is that it?

I tried to snitch on Ren, who was supposed to be next door, but why would he run away from the store at a glance?

"- Hey, what were you talking about?

Giggly moves his neck as if the rusty door slowly opens in the direction of a voice that made him feel cold.

"Whose breasts have no prospect of growing?

Ray keeps asking questions with a grin and a full smile. The rim I'm with also looks a little troubled.

No, you don't have to ask questions again. You hear everything.

... Somebody kill me.

"There is no excuse. Hit me if you want. I just want you to know this. That I don't usually look at you two like that. In the first place, women's breasts..."

Gushari, and Ray's fist is sucked into my face.

"No excuses."

I couldn't say anything back to that one word that was too right.

- That night.

"Ha. Forgive me, Kamawan."

"Yes, they do. Even if it's this big, it's just gonna get in the way of the fight."

"Ha! This Len Shao. It's an honor to forgive you."

Shania and Ren, with the liquor in them, seem to be making up already, with even Mr. Cecil interrupting and thriving in between. I was a little worried. I look like an idiot.

Or as for Len, you'll need to call him in the backyard later to give him sanctions.

I think my nose is still distorted. Hey.

Ray, who is not that drunk, and Ted, who is a child, are static about such a situation.

"You're a busy fellow and you're jealous"

Roche, the owner of the house, brought the food from the kitchen with Rim. I gave him the vegetables he helped me with the field job, but they look deliciously cooked.

"Rim almost made this for me. I was just watching."

He nodded the finely chopped meat with fresh vegetables and pasted the ripe tomatoes and simmered them together. The cooking method is similar to a rolled cabbage, but the vegetables wrapped in meat are not cabbage, but a clove commonly known in the region, an ingredient that, when simmered, becomes sweeter and softer to the core?

The three drunk people did not hesitate to start eating guts,

"Yum! That's Rim"

"Hey, come to my wife."

"Rim, good job!

Or screaming. You mean, the guy in the middle is too drunk.

Besides, is Shania okay with drinking? There is no legal age limit on drinking in this world... well, let's hope it sounds fun.

It is unclear how old Shania is, even if she looks like a girl in the first place.

I don't know much about the ecology of Dragonut, a rare species... but there is also the possibility that the appearance changes as little as elves do. Well, as well, Dragonewt's Berga somethin 'year-to-year...... yeah, all I can remember is that he had a tough face.

With that in mind, I also carried Rim's confidence and doings into my mouth and struck a tongue drum.

The cloves simmered by the broth give delight to the tongue with a creamy smooth touch, and the meat twirling in them also adds the flavour and acidity of the tomatoes, giving it a refreshing yet intense flavour.

"Rim, this is delicious."

"Thank you, but I'm still no match for Master Dario"

... When was Mr. Dario becoming Rim's master? Because they taught me how to cook when I was based in Melbail, then?

And it's delicious. This is a little...

I turn my gaze softly to the rim.

I realized that her shy trick to hide my chest made me want to die for real, but it wasn't my chest I was watching. It is definitely not a chest.

- Rim's cooking skills were leveled from Lv1 to Lv2.

Her cooking over the wall as a cook must have reached further heights.

"Congratulations"

I'm the only one who can see the phenomenon of leveling up, but let me honestly give you a word to celebrate Rim's growth.

Rim had been looking at this one with a decent face for a while, but he might have also felt that today's dishes were better than usual.

"Yeah, thanks"

The grinning rim stood up, saying that I would pour a replacement on an empty plate.

Tomorrow, we'll be leaving here.

AMORPHAS - The length of my stay was a short one of a few days, but I remember well the city where I met an impressive person.

"Tiamo, huh"

Rick Shao had stated that he had not yet been able to persuade, Sir Ludwar's daughter.

Well... it's none of my business.

I concentrated my whole nerve on my tongue, not on my thoughts, cheeking up the replacement that Rim had brought me.