Sevens

- It was a small village there.

But over the past few years, it's starting to grow bigger.

About 300 people in the population have now swelled up to around 400. This doesn't mean there are specialties. Such a small village was suddenly winging better.

Previously, when the young people of the village were around the age, they traveled to urban areas of the country and Baym, but they had never done so in the past few years.

Instead, there was a phenomenon of young people flying out of the village returning.

The villages are armed with young men, defeating the demons around them to obtain demonic stones and materials.

The pedestrians stop by frequently to buy demon stones and more.

Even today, one of the pedestrians was visiting the village.

"Hey, it would be helpful if you had a place to stay and get this many Demon Stones on a regular basis"

The pedestrian, who arrived in the village yesterday evening, had spent the night and then bought demonic stones and materials in the village to sell off the goods he had brought in.

This time it was profitable and the pedestrians seemed happy.

"That was good. Come back. Now that you're young enough to hunt demons, we'll be together soon enough."

A village with better wings than a few years ago. And the man, now arguably one of the celebrities, was a magnificent former adventurer back from Beim.

He was also a man who had never heard of rumors, but when he returned to his home village, the village grew richer.

I'm sure he teaches the young guys how to fight and even demons are knocking them down.

The pedestrian believed so and did not doubt it.

"That would help. If you defeat demons around here, your journey will be safe."

The former adventurer man had a slight toothpick.

"... right. Go home with care."

The pedestrian decided to leave the village after finishing his business. Upon careful loading of the demonic stones and materials bought into the wagon, it was planned to start travelling with a group from the village to the city in the same way.

From the village to the city are the young people.

Instead of leaving the village, he apparently heads to buy out food.

The pedestrian looks at the sole.

(I heard you've been paying taxes on demon stones and materials storage lately, but are you dumping enough to buy in food? I don't even think the lord would allow that...)

Recently, I had the impression that many young people in the village were armed and taking the lead in defeating demons.

The pedestrian.

(I don't think so... No, I don't think so. Because if you're a former adventurer, you know as much as you do about the scare of the labyrinth)

Doesn't the village hide it even in the labyrinth and not report it? And aren't you profiting? and so on.

However, there are many villages and cities that perished after doing so, and even though there are former adventurers, I didn't think the village would do that.

Besides, if you have a labyrinth, you should get more demonic stones and materials. Villages that act like such idiots are sure to sell off tons of demonic stones and materials and get suspicious.

I do earn a certain amount, but still it doesn't mean it's extraordinary.

At last, there was no reason why there were no such villages. Some villages really have a lot of demons to fight for. There were also villages where demons were defeated and taxes paid with demonic stones and materials.

It varies from country to country and from lord to lord, but such villages are asked for higher taxes than others. Possession of weapons, and crops harvested in villages, are not subject to tax.

However, tightening is tighter in other respects. Besides, if you get into a war, you're asked to manpower it.

The pedestrians also thought that the village would have leaned in that direction -.

- When the pedestrians left the village, [Burani], a former adventurer, called and gathered the young people of the village.

It is not a square, but a place like the corner of the village. Doesn't look like we're talking atmospherically bright there.

In fact, it didn't seem dangerous to be talking.

Brani tells the young people who work under him.

"Hey. You're dealing with demons around the village, too, aren't you? If you go all the way to the cave, you'll be suspicious to say that the number of demons around you hasn't decreased."

Young people in their late teens and mid twenties in the village had nodded to Burani many times. Burani is an adventurer at Baym, and he looks mighty to them.

"Brother, we are exorcising demons around the village as properly decided. But if we go to the labyrinth, we can defeat a lot more than hunting around the village, right? Why wouldn't you do that?"

Then, Burani tells him as if he was frightened.

"You stupid bastard. You'll be suspicious if you do. I told you to make money in the labyrinth slowly. If they find out, they'll find the labyrinth. Or I knocked him out. Until then, save your money."

A man named Burani. He's a former adventurer, but he wasn't a very good adventurer with luggage at the party.

But sadly, he wasn't stupid. He was a clever little man. And he wasn't even smart at the same time. A little head turning, a man with just a few good guidelines. That's Burani.

He just thought he was smart.

He was an adventurer who would not be dealt with by anyone in Baim, but not if he returned to the village. Demons like those around the village made it easy to deal with them.

And it was easy to fool the old men who had never been outside.

No matter how bad it is, this village, the home town, was unattractive to the young people who left the village and succeeded.

So there were no adventurers in my hometown to come back to.

That's why there were so many villagers riding in Burani's truck. There were some villagers who disagreed, but when their lives became richer, they returned their palms.

(That's right. If this is how you become a village celebrity, I can always be respected here. My daughter-in-law will get it soon. I'll live better than the Baym adventurers who made fun of me.)

Having lived a small, cunning, feisty life for the mighty, Burani was living a second life in his hometown.

Without knowing that's very stupid...

"Say no."

We were in trouble before a Dwarf artisan with gobbly white hair, a mustache, and an old and successful body.

Around, I heard the sound of tapping metal, and many Dwarves seemed busy doing their work.

A craftsman introduced to Vera who can process most of the rare metals.

But when I visited the workplace, they said "no" after just talking to me to some extent.

Vera, who visited the office with me, was also in trouble.

"Latata's grandfather, you're asking me to do it, too?

Then [Ratata], an artisan, smokes.

"It's your daughter's favor. I'd like to ask you, but no. Fidel's kid will come over here. I've told you never to give me a hand. The kid and I have been dating a long time. Besides, it was your great-grandfather who took care of me, wasn't it? I think I owe you enough."

The stubborn old man looked at me with a drooping eye. And I shook my neck sideways when I saw the servel lowering to my hips.

"Brother, I'm not interested in what your daughter deserves or doesn't deserve like a kid. But if you have all those arms, make sure you pick your weapon."

Apparently, you've decided that I'm quite capable. And I was quickly discerning that the servel I was lowering to my hips was a few hits.

I guess he's an excellent person.

But stubborn.

"Can't you do something about it? It's a metal nobody's ever dealt with before. Even Baym would like to ask you, the fingerfolder."

Then the craftsman, an old man, laughed.

"That's a lot of credit for this old man. I am happy to be appreciated for my arms, and it is certainly a fascinating suggestion. But no."

Vera is a little angry.

"Why not! I don't care about your father, but it's okay. I'm just a little gooey."

Latata's grandfather was laughing when he heard it. And he told Vera to tell him.

"Then you're going to convince me properly. I'm sorry, but we have work to do here, too. Because... the job is to build your daughter's boat."

Vera dropped her shoulder, and apologizing was stuck. I don't think I can negotiate any more. All I could think of was enough to convince Mr. Fidel, Vera's father.

Grandpa Latata, looking at Vera and laughing, looks at me like I'm chilling.

"Show your boyfriend something for sale. Because we have a better weapon than what we have on our hips. Good luck convincing the kid."

Even Vera's unconvincing opponent was undoubtedly a famous craftsman in Baim. Among the many blacksmiths Dwarves, he is a good craftsman enough to be named.

I really wanted you to cooperate.

Then...

"Dad, I have a customer in the store. Anything like a sabel."

Grandpa Latata looked sinister as a Dwarf woman walked into the office.

"You... don't take anyone after you, did you? You know, let your grandson deal with you. This is an important experience."

Then the Dwarf woman slapped Grandpa Latata on the shoulder with a tentacle.

"May! May! My grandson's in trouble, so I guess he's telling me to deal with him! You can't ask for my dear son!

Grandpa Ratata, the boulder, also got up in a hurry or cough over his daughter's anger.

"Wow, 'cause I get it. Damn... I raised him the wrong way. Sorry, young lady. This is the customer. You can take a look at the goods. I'll serve you."

When Grandpa Latata left the office with your daughter, we went outside too, then turned to the table and headed to the store.

It was also a blacksmith with a shop, and the largest building around was Grandpa Latata's.

Sometimes I take the job, but even this way I make my own products and sell them.

There were also many disciples, and to the manager of the son-in-law's adopted son, who had cut up the shop in three generations, his grandson in training.

When I went from the table to the store, Grandpa Latata, who had been reluctant until earlier, shouted.

"You shouldn't do that! I'll have to get a fine servel for him. It's not a bad idea to buy in a few hits in bulk, but you need a weapon you can rely on for times of need!

I was happily dealing with a customer. And when I looked at the counter, there were two familiar backwards.

One has bright brown hair with side ponies.

The other has twin-tailed blonde hair and looks like a maid of honor.

"What are they doing?

When I say that, Vera...

"Different response just now? You look really happy. You treat me better than I do?

To Vera, who seemed a little unhappy, I joined Nowem and the others with a bitter laugh.

"You guys weren't shopping today?

Then Nowem and Monica looked back. Neither of you would be a little surprised to see me.

Monica explains how it's been.

"No, I ran into you here earlier. If it's true, I don't like women foxes and shopping etc... Oh, unless they give me orders. If this Monica, the chicken bastard's orders, I'm prepared to take the lead on some unpleasant things too!

I don't care, so I saw Nowem. Then Nowem smiled.

"I thought I'd take this opportunity to give Master Ryer a sabel. Because with just a few hits, it's draining, and above all, there's everyday gratitude."

What a good boy. Shannon can also be fried and drunk with the dirt of Nowem's nails.

But Nowem laughed bitterly.

"Well, it's just... Monica says this should be a katana, not a sabel"

"Katana?"

When I leaned my neck, Monica was as excited.

"Yes! Catana still suits the chicken bastard! Yamato soul! Yamato soul! No, was it the heart of a samurai? Well, I don't care about details like that! Because you'll love it!

What's a Yamato soul? A samurai? You're not a knight?

I just didn't know a weapon called Katana. I saw Grandpa Ratata to ask what kind of weapon it was.

"No, I don't either. When I heard the explanation, I understood that it was like a sabel. But hey...... I can't even make it when they tell me to make it, but I don't want to sell half the stuff. Think it'll take some time. I mean, I have a problem as a weapon when I say it clarity"

I heard Vera's problem as a weapon.

"What? Like a short reach or something? Lyell, you take the gun as your main point. It's quite powerful if you use it as a magic tool."

I'm in trouble because I can't do that. But from within the treasure ball, the seventh generation has agreed.

"The boulder is Vera! Yes, guns are the weapons that change the world! Lyell, pick a gun here. Sabel and other old '

I've been swinging that sabel for years...

Grandpa Latata opened his mouth.

"Same as Sabel. It's a weapon that pokes, slashes, and then endures. Besides, it looks more delicate than a sabel. To be clear, even rare metals can't be iron or anything. It breaks easily. If it's not a higher quality rare metal, it's subtle as a weapon."

Monica listens to that.

"You can say the same thing to Sabel, right? Come on, chicken boy! Have a katana! It's okay! Because the blade parts are just a little different, and it's almost identical to the sabel!

I don't understand why you're recommending this. I looked around in trouble.

But when I saw Nowem, Grandpa Latata did.

"I mean, you guys knew each other. Damn, there's a coincidence or something. Hey, okay. Here we go. I'll take your girls' request, too. Something motivated me."

Vera is surprised at what Grandpa Ratata said.

"... Huh?

Nowem thanked Grandpa Latata for looking at us and understanding what had happened.

"Thank you"

"What, never mind! Or the lad's favor is personal, too. You don't have to complain if you give this one priority."

Nowem has always been inclined to be liked by subhumans.

(This is also of the Goddess - no, is it a favor of the Evil God? Well, okay)

I'm glad I managed to secure the craftsman, but Vera is better.

"... I don't know. I'm not convinced of anything. I couldn't do it, but Nowem said I'd take it right away."

He had an unconvincing look.