Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

"No, welcome. On behalf of the village, I would like to thank you"

The man said Mr. Kleis, he seems to be the village chief of this Lelton. Come and grow a splendid gray hair and a beard, it's called a crooked back and a wand with good hands, a sample of my grandfather correctly, someone who feels like.

"No, we're at work, so please raise your head"

We are going up to the reception room at his house to talk to the client of this job, Mr. Chris. While Toslin was responding to the village chief with his spare face, me and Carol were also relaxed with their backs on the leather sofa.

"My name is Tosliln and I was seconded by the Warrior Guild. This is my buddy Rosalis, and this one... hey... be as crisp as when people are introducing you."

Sighed by Toslin, I rushed to stretch my spine. But Carol looks like Gunnya is losing her soul.

"'Cause... walking in the snow all day... I'm not hungry anymore..."

"Ha... uh, this is the Iries, and this snag is Caroteil. I'm sorry, I came here by force on this snow path."

Toslin smiled bitterly at the village chief. But I saw. Just before I turned my gaze on Mr. Murakami, I glanced at Carol with a tremendous shape.

"No, no, thank you enough for taking the time to come from the front desk this season. We will show you to the inn later, where you can relax and relieve your hunger and fatigue."

"What, really? Yay! You know what I'm talking about, Grandpa!

Carol stood up with a pique ear that was hengnogous, and let her try to live. It goes without saying that Toslin's fist fell on that head.

You shut up for a second.

"Up...... haha...... Irise...... Toslin hit me, Toslin hit me."

"Ugh, yeah...... Right...... But let's just keep it quiet, shall we? At least until Toslin finishes talking about his work..."

I stroked Carol's head with a bitter laugh, nodding her face on her knees and stuffing her with pain.

"Ho ho. Warwolf...... is it? It's been a long time since I've seen you with these eyes, but I'm not your healthy daughter."

The village chief saw Carol and deepened the wrinkles of his grin.

"Oh, uh... Carol's in the half, that's in the half again. So, it's okay. She's such a good girl."

I accidentally held Carol's body and was screaming. The village chief rubbed his long beard with his hands and quickly returned to a gentle smile as he watched me.

"Hey, hey, hey. I guess so. If I lived long enough, I'd know who I was. Sure, I don't feel bad from you guys. More importantly, there can be no worse with the priest."

The mayor's eyes were directed at Mr. Rosé, who kept his mouth shut until then.

……

Even though Mr. Rosé is smiling, he doesn't try to gaze in with the village chief. That's all, I haven't even said hello.

"Eh, Rose is now taking the vow of Jeong-sook, so who is of the opposite sex..."

I can't even look away from the conversation. This is a hallmark of the Illuan Episcopal Church, which forbids contact with the opposite sex to the extreme while the clergy is immature. The reason is to listen to the goddess without being danced to by temptation... I remember Rosé saying before that it was.

"Yeah, I know. My house has believed in goddesses for generations."

Towards Mr. Rosé, the village chief prayed two words and three words.

"I see. Now it's time for me to get into the work story."

"Right. So..."

Mr. Murakami had a mustache. After that, he began to explain the situation to us.

"In this village, as you know, a mushroom called Guthridake is a specialty. I've shipped it to the front desk several times this year, but I see you haven't received your third shipment yet. Birds came to me the other day, and that's what it said in the letter."

"Hmm. Then two times before that, he said it had arrived properly with no problems"

"Master Left. I have loaded the carriage here and transported it to the front desk, and I have come back and loaded my bags again and again, but I am unable to communicate with the villagers who made their third delivery five days ago."

"If you left the village five days ago, you could already follow the front desk, minus the winter haul, right? Doesn't the fact that he hasn't arrived in spite of that mean the guy got away with his stuff or something?

That's what Carol said with a hybrid face up. but the village chief shook his head and denied it.

"No, I don't think so. My name is because it is my son who is from that village. My son... Quinn is not the kind of person to do that"

"Huh. Well, I guess something happened along the way."

"Don't say anything rare. It's careless."

"No, I also think that's likely. I didn't know you were stuck with a broken carriage along the way. Please, I want you all to find my son..."

Until then, the grin that was on the village chief's face disappears and a sinking shadow is inserted.

"Mm-hmm... but you said you'd look... how..."

Toslin tilts her little neck with a troubled face. There is usually quite a distance between this village and the front desk if you walk. I don't know how many days it will take to search the area in between.

"Um... if something happened, I think it's near this village... but... At least your son isn't out of this Swansy forest."

But with one certainty, I shrugged reluctantly.

"To? Why?

Toslin, of course, gathers everyone's gaze on me on this occasion.

"What, because... you saw Toslin, too, right? The snow has been beautiful ever since we started heading north on the beginning streets."

"Ahhh... ahhh... Is that right?

"That's right. Even after entering the woods, there was no way to get there. 2 days from this village to the city of Refront. Estimate more as you're packing and getting heavier...... 3-4 days? It hasn't snowed in this area in the meantime. Because the front desk was. Same here, isn't it, Mr. Village Chief?

"Oh, yeah... you're not down. Yeah, I'm sure it's not down."

"I see, aylees you made it. We can still handle this."

"If you follow after a few like Haku (...), you'll get to your luggage, right? Easy, easy."

That's what Carol says and laughs at, but I'm frightened to think I'll have to step into the woods again. 'Cause there might still be goblins over there. As I was shivering my spine thinking that, Toslin turned to the village chief.

"Speaking of which, Goblin and I ran into Golem on our way here, has this forest been home to monsters for a long time?

"Oh, Goblin? And the golem? No, you haven't received any such reports. It's just a big forest, so no wonder monsters live there..."

"I see... the goblins actually attacked the fairies, and they have a dark elf behind them."

"Yes, yes. A fairy escaped to Atassi and the others, but Goblin chased me. Come on..."

I remember the mouthless fairy. I don't have a very good impression, but I'm sorry. Fu and Mr. Rose looked at each other and smiled bitterly at each other.

"What a fairy... to a dark elf? I'm also surprised that there was a fairy inside, but I didn't expect even Dark Elves to show up..."

"Yes. So for once in this village, I think we should be on guard. The fairy's talking about goblins and golems, because their dark elves can follow them."

"What a troubling time..."

The village chief sighed loudly as he lifted his gray hair.

"Uh, time is..."

When Toslin asks, the village chief gives a weak look.

"Oh, the... Have you guys ever come to this village and noticed anything?

"What have you noticed...? I don't know..."

"Mm-hmm... nothing. It's a small village, like I thought."

"Don't even think about it, don't say that"

Toslin taps Carol's head lightly.

"I don't... I want to, I already... because I'm going to beat Toslin right away. Oh, did Rose notice anything?

Carol with a finger on her cheek asks, but Mr. Rose just tilts his neck like he's in trouble.

"Rose can't talk right now, so don't talk to him. Well, that's it. Let's just say this is where we ask our staff, Iris."

"Sa, a staff officer... that's not true... but maybe you don't have enough men. Just a quick look, there were only women and children in the square..."

"I'm Mitsuki. As a matter of fact, all the processing of Guthridake was done by women. There are no men's jobs in this village in the winter. So the men in the village are not all of them now, but they are going to the city to earn money, and I'm sorry… well, I'm in trouble…"

The village chief roars with a thought face. That's when Mr. Rose slapped Toslin on the shoulder with a ton.

……

I can't say a word, Mr. Rose, but I have an extraordinary sense of purpose in my eyes, and I know what you want to say to me as well as Toslin.

"No, 'cause I can't. If it's just goblins, they can't deal with golems anyway."

Toslin's opinion is good, and Rosé knows that. But because of his character, Mr. Rosé can't abandon someone in need. He sympathized with the village chief, moisturizing his eyes with Ururu and staring at Toslin.

"Oh, oh... okay... Okay, so don't look at me like that, please. I'll do something about it. We'll figure this out, won't we, Carol?

"Come on? I can't afford it, but if it pays off pretty well, I'll do my best. If I knew you were here, I'd be able to fight a lot."

Mr. Carroll has a sober opinion in that regard. What a strange feeling this cuteness of appearance and the dryness of a mundane time gives me.

"Uh, that's the thing. How about adding goblin and golem sweeps to your regular search for Mr. Quinn? Of course, the search will be a top priority, and the monsters will be multiplied separately in the form of a reward for success."

"Oh, that's something I wouldn't even wish for. If you'll excuse me, thank you very much."

So we got the job of goblin and golem crusade in addition to the regular request from the guild. Aside from the golem, how many times has it been repeated over the last 1000 years that Goblin has been exorcised? Still, I wonder what's going on with the goblin ecology that won't be there.

I often see stories in books about them coming from the bottom of the earth, but maybe that's true.

"Then that's what I'm talking about. We're going to leave our bags at the inn where you left them, so please listen to me at the workshop."

That's what Toslin said and took Mr. Rose to the inn a few minutes ago. Me and Carol are interrupting the only workshop in the village right now that we're processing Guthridake. Incidentally, the workshop exists in the centre of the village and is the largest building in size.

"Wow... I can't breathe in this mask..."

Carol and I were instructed to wear a fabric mask covering our mouths and noses before entering the workshop.

"Just for a little while, so be patient"

The woman who tells us that and laughs at us says Mr. Rhialand, and one of the people responsible for being entrusted with the corner of this workshop. For that matter, the age looks a lot younger. Is it about the second half of 30? Like many employees, they are married, but their husbands are making money. "It's easy to stretch my feathers," he laughed, but the side he continued, "Well, I miss you," was the expression of words.

"So, what do you want to hear? I don't think I can tell you something that useful."

Mr. Ryaland turns to us with a grin that he understands very well, even from the top of his mask. Right in front of us, big...... what can I say, some kind of shopping mall scratch, the guy who comes out with a colored ball when he gobbles the handle around? That very large version is turned at the hands of one woman.

Total woodworking. That's big enough to look up. Yeah, well, the size of the building itself is about the size of a church chapel, so much so that there seems to be room for about 100 people in it. There are about three gobbles I just spoke about in the center of the room I'm in, and the sight that's hiccups around is a spectacular word.

"Uh, what the hell is this?

I thought it had nothing to do with my job, but I was curious.

"Oh, this is it. There's a Guthridake inside. Only mushroom spores are used as medicines, so this is how they separate spores from mushrooms. You're big, aren't you?

Just now one gobble stopped and the door opened with Pakali. Then the woman with the shovel scratches out the spores inside and packs them in the box. Well, I imagined it, but I figured this mask was meant to keep you from sucking spores. You don't get sleepy and work if you smoke it. Crates filled with spores are transported to a reservoir-like place in the back.

"Well, what about this box over here?

At some point Carol found a crate placed in the corner of the room, peering inside. The crate is about the size of a Carol. If you look closely, boxes similar to that were everywhere, even stimulating Carol's curiosity. Of course, me too.

"Oh, that. It's a rat trap."

"Rat catcher? There's a rat out there that needs such a big trap?

"This is a season of food scarcity. A hungry rat often sneaks in after this mushroom. Not that big, but a lot of them."

"Heh, so it's a tri-moti to be in this"

"Oh, yeah. By the way, that tri-mochi ingredient is also the spore of this Guthridake."

"Oh, really?

"When you broil this spore, it melts and gives you strong stickiness. As soon as it cools, it solidifies in the cuttlefish, but when I add beeswax, it lasts a long time. It's the nature found in the process of turning it into a sleeping pill, but it's not surprisingly known. We're talking about commercializing this next time."

"Heh, that might be a good idea"

"So in this village, if you're not quiet with the bad kids, you're gonna throw them in here. Then most kids will be honest."

That's what Mr. Ryaland says, let Carol try to wink.

"Oba, too, grew up saying that?

When Carol asked him that with a Kyoton face, Mr. Ryaland laughed out lavishly.

"Haha. That's right, that's right. You know that, don't you, Warwolf lady? So if you do anything wrong, I'll throw you in here. Ha-ha-ha."

Somehow, I can't help but think that when I look at Mr. Ryaland, he's not only a laugh, he's got a lot of character.

"Mmm! Atashi doesn't do anything wrong."

I wondered which mouth would say that, but I dared not go into it.

"Uh, back to the point, does it have a much smaller capacity when shipping spores as medicines? You pack it in a bag or something and ship it?

"Oh, after I've drugged the spores, I'll pack them in and ship them."

That being said, what Mr. Ryaland had in his hands was a glass bin small enough to ride flat.

"Separate the spores here and remove the impurities as they wiggle in the other room. And then again, in the other room, it's boiled, drugged and bottled. Easy, isn't it?"

The largest workshop in the village is large and cannot look over all the work processes at once. In the meantime, everyone wears a mask and I don't really know the expression, but you work while you talk to the public, and it conveys a soothing atmosphere.

"When it does... how much does it weigh to carry at once? I'd like to know how much I shipped for the third time, if possible."

"Uh-huh. Just give me a minute. Hmm... 3rd time"

Mr. Ryanland begins to turn the books he had in his hand.

"Quinn's guy shipped it 5 days ago... 150 copies, right? That's not a lot. I usually ship this twice as much, but I did less because I didn't know how the snow was near the beginning streets. This could have been easily transported with one luggage."

"I see... you pull the luggage with a robot or something"

"Oh yeah. You use horses in this village."

I take a note of the general weight so I don't forget.

"Why are you asking me that?

Carol peeks into my notes wondering.

"Oh, 'cause if you know the weight to some extent, it won't help you figure out how much is carved on the ground?

"Oh, or does it sink by weight because it's a snowpath? If you do know how deep it is, you're going to squeeze it somewhat."

Though we know that we are not out of the woods to the streets, there have been a number of carvings on the road until then. Without some squeezing, it becomes difficult to pull the only hit in it.

"One last thing I'd like to ask you, is there a place around the village where you might be able to hide yourself? I don't care about ruins or anything."

This is a question Toslin told me to ask in advance. I don't want to think about it, but it's in anticipation of being attacked by bandits.

"Mm-hmm, a place where you can hide yourself... hey. There are, but you've never heard of ruins... as you can see, they're just woods. What does that have to do with this?

"Yes, we'll do Mr. Quinn's search, but if someone was attacking us, it's likely that you'd be running in there."

"Mm-hmm. I've lived in this village my whole life, too, but I'm more familiar with guys like that... Oh, it's just..."

Mr. Ryaland tilted his neck and cut the words.

"Just? What?

"Yeah, I don't think it matters much, but there's a rumor there's a witch living near this village. I don't believe the grownups... but I'm already an adult, but there are rumors like that anyway... since I was a kid."

"Ma, witch... are you..."

Appears in the books of many adventurers, a person named Witch. At dawn in the study of magic, the bigotry of setting people up in places where they could be is my general image, and it seems to be generally true.

"Yes. So, I'm talking about a cave of witches living west of here, but you're not sure because you've never actually been there. Speaking of which... did I hear this story from Quinn's guy..."

Mr. Ryanland looked distant and looked like he was going to get along.

"Witch! Cave! You smell like treasure, Irise."

"Treasure... our job is not treasure hunting."

Mr. Ryalland, who was laughing when he saw me sigh, but an employee called me back on my heels.

"I'm sorry it didn't help much. Sorry, but I have to go."

"Ah, yes. Thank you very much for your time."

When I bowed my head to Mr. Ryaland, uh, she stopped and looked back.

"Oh... and... look, you know... I'm talking about Quinn..."

Unusual for her, she whines in a poorly chopped tone.

"I think it's bad. My people are missing, and we don't even look for them. We work as usual. Besides, I'll leave that up to you guys... and I'm really sorry."

"Yes, no... there will be circumstances..."

"Yeah, yeah. I knew we were... just housewives. If you think about getting attacked by a monster in the woods right now without a man, you should leave it to the man in charge."

Mr. Ryaland laughs, but there's something very bitter running on that look. At first glance, everyone in the workshop rested their hands and had the same eyes as Mr. Ryaland.

"So... well, thank you. Please help Quinn."

Saying so, Mr. Ryaland bowed his head, and learned from it, too, the head of the workshop.

"Ah, ha... no. I'll take care of it!

My chest hurts cum, my eyeballs get hot... that's what I was saying at some point.