Sword of Glutton Princess

After spreading the army, me and Edda decided to base the river plain under the bridge.

This bridge is lame, like you don't know when it's going to break.

The surroundings are overflowing with illegally dumped, and the hygiene is not very good.

That's why if I dived down, I shouldn't have noticed at all if I went through the top.

Besides, there is surprisingly more space than from the outside.

I left Edda under the bridge and was on my way to procure food by myself.

It was in a shop called the Dropping Hall.

The Drop Hall is a store that focuses on the artifacts of adventurers who were left behind in the Demonic Labyrinth, which was originally obliged to deliver to the military, and on maps of illegal demonic labyrinths that have not been authorized by the Adventurer's Guild.

I am familiar with the shop owner here at once.

And because of the dark business behind it, I thought the risk of being reported to the military was low.

In addition, it was also close from under the bridge and was able to travel safely.

"You've got a rare guest. I thought I'd never come here again because I heard you were a successful adventurer."

Baumann, the shopkeeper, a big, magnificent man, welcomed me.

Bauman has a bandage wrapped around his left half of his face.

I've heard that soldiers used to do it to me, but I don't know anything about the details.

"Come in the back, 'cause I'm gonna close it today."

Baumann has thick fingers, clutteringly indicating the back of the store.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's for me. You can't get caught up in this."

Baumann stares at me with his bare eyes.

He went into the back room, pinched his desk and sat in a chair, facing Baumann.

"Damn, it's been a long time since a kid who's been a hauler set fire to the chamber of commerce's head with the Devil's Disaster and the barbarians of Narc."

"... I was embedded in the army. Me too, Narc's kid."

I suppressed the words, even though I was muddled by the way Bauman said them.

You can't undermine his mood.

"I know, you know. But if it's true you jumped out of shelter for Narc's kid, you did something stupid. The Narc tribe has a strong sense of fellowship. That's where the limited and deviant guy is."

"Edda's not like that."

I didn't think so, I turned my voice up and gave it back.

In the first place, Edda wasn't expelled from the Narc tribe separately.

They're killing relatives and traveling to avenge the demons.

"Don't make a big noise. If your voice leaks, I'll suck too. Then I'll stick it out with all the army shit."

"... excuse me. I have money. food and if there's anything I can use, I want it."

"I don't sell food. Well, I'll just sell you my share. 50% more."

"Thank you. Really, it helps. I'm not really going to roll around."

I thought I could see more foothold, but it was an out-of-the-box conscience.

Even in black illegal commerce, no, that's why credibility with customers is important.

Maybe Baumann can continue to do The Drop Hall for years because he doesn't missee the line there.

Baumann took a seat and went into the other room.

It seemed like I was looking for something there.

"Meat, bread, potatoes... what else do you want?

"In the meantime, if you just want some groceries..."

"An idiot. Anyway, you need a flame stone. Five or six suitably packed."

"... thank you"

There is no trouble.

I would appreciate it if it could be purchased.

If I have to, I can't walk around poorly many times.

"What, isn't he surprisingly good?"

"... my mouth is a little bad though"

I didn't think Baumann would do anything extra, so I relied on him.

The first reason was because of the idea that they would never come into contact with the military on their own.

I was able to buy some food from Baumann safely.

Expenses, but I can't care less about this stuff now.

... then it even contained seasonings and old pans.

"Exactly right now, this is..."

I whine as I check the contents.

To say I'm happy, I'm glad... but aren't you trying to hoist the value a little bit naturally?

"You need it, right? That's what your dick used to say. Meshi is the foundation of daily vitality, when it's painful, if you compromise what you put in your belly, then you collapse."

"... well, you know"

I look in the bag again.

Sure, it's a tough situation right now.

That's what I thought when I couldn't put the hassle into eating just fine.

But in this situation, maybe we need something like a breather.

"The adventurers who live here have to count on this store because it's full of scumbags. Your dick was no exception."

Bauman mouths it abusively.

"Aren't you a good guy? Good for you, Dean!

... I'm a little convinced, isn't it just rounded up?

But let's also thank you for the pots and seasonings.

I don't even know how far ahead I can go to spend the money properly, anyway.

"Now you can make concubine rice while you're on the run!

... we can't afford a situation, so that's just it.

I can't even satisfy my food refills right now.

I'll have Belzevute wait for a while.

I won't put it in my mouth because it's in front of Baumann, but let me deny it later.

"So, are you with the example narc now? You gonna be hiding around here for a while?

"... uh, for a while..."

Baumann approached me, stretched his arm, and decoupled quickly.

"Yikes!"

Yes, it hurts.

I thought my consciousness would fly for a moment.

I'm just a former adventurer. Perhaps Odd should be quite expensive too.

"Kyu, suddenly what..."

"It's not easy for a fugitive to talk about his plans or where he is."

"Ba, Mr. Baumann..."

Sure, we shouldn't be talking extra here.

It is fully conceivable that Bauman will snitch on the army later.

I don't talk to the military because I'm the owner of The Drop Hall, what is all I expect?

I've been letting myself be distracted ever since I escaped the Adventurer Guild, but Baumann may have loosened my mind because of his fuzzy attitude towards me in person.

"Ola, go with me. I don't know what to do with me."

"Yes! Thank you."

I bowed my head and turned my back on Baumann with my purchased luggage.

"... don't be a jerk. Damn, Mani, what are you doing leaving me alone?"

At the end of the day, Baumann said something a little lonely.

I looked back and lowered my head slightly, leaving the Drop Hall behind.