Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

"I'm sorry, take it easy. In the end…… I, just being a foot wrapper…… I couldn't do anything"

"I don't think so."

When I raised my face to my new voice, Mark was peeking at me through the gap in my front.

"I thought you were going to fight hard. That dagger, was it meant to be?

When I was told, I realized I still had my dagger in my grip.

"And this barrel. Chris, it must be you. That was dangerous, Leo. If you were bad, Chris might have stabbed you."

She laughed and Mark left in a good mood.

"Oh, they're enemies. Hey, shit."

Leo's eyes slowly turned this way, shrugging small and dropping off that figure, to capture my dagger, which still remains clenched.

And I loosened my expression.

"Hands, white."

Mr. Leo took my hand gently, and it was the first time I had noticed it. My hand is still shivering in small pieces as I sift and whitening with my dagger in my grip. Mr. Leo cautiously removed the dagger from my hand, which was too clenched to let go.

Although there was such a cold liver incident, other than that, after a generally smooth journey, we arrived safely at Linto.

Mr. Leo carefully explains what a deal is to the simple villagers who are even less accustomed to bargaining than the villagers in Garaive.

Villagers who were inclined to their little necks in a way that didn't make sense at first. Still, with Leo's gentle tone and easy-to-understand explanation, when we began gradually to understand that shipping fruits and other products in the neighboring wild mountains would enrich our lives, we began to join the story with a Russian-motivated eye.

While staying in Linto for about three days, Mr. Leo's negotiations, which began with what the deal was, seemed well underway, to the point of creating a trading route with the Wang Capital.

"How about a good souvenir for the Marquis?

"Yeah, I think I got enough results to give that Uncle Raccoon a glimpse."

"It's a big deal if you can move that one."

"The problem with bandits is going to be obvious, and then you're going to build a path. Uncle Raccoon can hear interesting stories, so it's going to work."

"Fine then. You're still a student, so it's probably more important that you offer the possibility of stretching."

"I know."

Nodding firmly, Mr. Leo suddenly turned to me.

"Chris, I'll definitely let you grab the Marquis."

Mr. Leo holds my hands tightly and declares so.

"Yes, good luck"

I don't know why you declare it to me, but since Mr. Leo is serious, I'm going to give him my wholehearted support. For some reason, Mr. Mark was grinning bitterly as he scratched his nose head.

He was able to negotiate satisfactorily. Under the direction of Mr. Leo, the carriage is transported one transaction after the other.

As the smiling villagers dropped us off, we made our way back to the King's Capital.