"Well, it's just for one night, but I'll take care of you."
"Yes, yes, it's a village with nothing, but please take your time."
"Thank you. We have a lot of people here, so please tell me if you have any problems."
"I see. This is how you split the food.The villagers will be able to accommodate some things.Relax and rest. "
Return to New Barca City with the softwood tree.
It was on the way.
The progress was slow, but we couldn't make it home that day, so we decided to stop by a nearby village on the way.
In fact, this is a village belonging to another small country, not an Orient country, not a Gruggarian country.
However, the village chief accepted us to stay.
That was probably because of the storm in this village.
If the mercenary regiment arrives at the scene of major damage, it will be troublesome if it is normal.
I don't know what to do, and the villagers will be anxious.
It just seemed like we had a good deal.
He suggested that the merchant that Zen had brought could spare some of the money for the soft magic tree and stay with his own food.
Together with the money of value, I took more food out of my magic bag than the mercenaries could eat.
In other words, in this village, where food stockpiles were damaged by the disaster, the food in front of us looked terribly attractive.
He gave me a quick permission.
Well, it's a small village that doesn't have decent lodging.
It is not like all mercenaries sleep in a private room, but is it possible to sleep in a proper empty house with a crowd of fish?
However, if you still rest slowly, you'll be able to move on the next day.
Most importantly, the mercenaries looked happy because they didn't have to stay in the wilderness.
Nevertheless, I went out of my way to stay in this village to wait for the assassins to come.
I sleep in a village with no defensive equipment, but the best part of the village is the mayor's house.
It should look more like a gap than the usual targeting of me in New Balkans.
In other words, it was a stay in the village hoping that the assassins would show up by exposing the gap.
"Wow, you're not coming."
"You're not coming. Why don't you rest now, Mr. Alphonse?I think it is better to sleep well at night because the child's body grows up by sleeping.Leave the rest to me. "
"Nh, I see. Well, I guess I'll do as I say.Wake me up when the assassin comes. "
I waited for the assassin in one of the village chief's rooms until late at night.
But I'm not coming.
Assassins don't show up, and it's been a long time since the surroundings got dark.
Looks like you're not coming today.
Eye told me to go to bed early, so I listened to it honestly and left the vigilance to Eye, so I decided to go to bed.
"Good morning, Eye. Did the assassin come after all?"
"Yes, no suspects showed up in this room."
"Oh, I don't know what to do.I don't know if I should just go back to New Balkans right now.... "
The next morning, I woke up from the sunlight hitting my face.
As soon as I woke up, I saw Eye in my sight.
You've been guarding me all along.
It would be helpful to have an eye that doesn't have to sleep at times like this.
Eyes that had been sleeping all night said nothing had changed in particular.
That would be fine, but I thought a little about what to do in the future.
Is it necessary to expose such a gap that assassins are easy to target as this time?
Speaking of money, it would be better for the mercenaries alone to stay in the wilderness and go home, but what should we do?
"Look, I'll think about the rest later.All right, let's go eat. "
It's hard to wait.
We don't know when the assassin will arrive, so we need to wait even longer to deal with it.
But honestly, it doesn't suit my nature.
After all, I'd rather go on my own than wait.
"Ah, good morning, Commander."
"Good morning, Commander Alphonse. I'm just getting ready for breakfast.You're going to eat it, right? "
Though bothered by the assassin, he cleansed his face and refreshed it before leaving the village chief's house.
Because of the number of mercenaries, the villagers are also helping to prepare meals for everyone.
It seems that they use magic tools to cook rice and make suckers with proper vegetables in the village square.
When I look out, Zen and Walter, who noticed it, call out.
Don.
The next moment, I heard such a noise.
In front of me, the two people who spoke to me just now are down.
Say that breakfast was made, Zen and Walter tried to hand rice and suckers over to the bowl for each.
They sprayed their heads like ruptured and lay on the ground bleeding slightly.