The Peerless Kobold (WN)

From the early morning of the night, follow the course of yesterday's goblins to find their nest hole. Quite a sharp sense of smell, our cobolts scatter at regular intervals, and cat warriors solidify around them and proceed carefully. Because this one focuses more on the smell, I left it up to them to deal with the demon chase and such.

In the first place, a place of life leaves a variety of smells.

If we get some closer, we'll also be able to smell the smelling ingredients in the air.

Thus we went on for less than half a day across the lunch break, and before sundown we found the goblins... but in conclusion, they weren't there.

They were based in several cave barns dug on the slopes of the canopy, a short distance from where they traced the tributaries flowing near the village of Lucua.

"Guru, Guru Won... (General, you got away...)"

"Grr! (CHUCKLES!)"

Besides, there was also the smell of a human female among the troublesome residual smells.

They may be captured adventurers or something, but that means they have the means to reproduce.

Even as the Cat warriors who were checking each nest hole in pairs would return, it still seemed empty.

"Mr. Wallace, there's nothing here."

"... have I let this get away"

"Archer, can't you go after him?

I shake my neck to the left and right of Liz, who tilts her little neck cutely.

Cobolt's sense of smell is excellent, but that means he's sensitive to the components of the smell in the air, and he can't smell it that far away.

It's highly effective if you can predict a place like this hole warehouse, but it's impossible for four of us and a dozen cat warriors to chase the goblins who don't know which direction they escaped. In the end, it will be a man-made tactic...

"Arvor, Garou... (Archer, what is this...)"

"Quang (brother)"

I know what my sisters are trying to say. Judging by the placement and digging of this nest hole, the terrain here, and the totality of them, it is likely that our compatriots, or cobolts, originally lived here.

It was difficult to tell by the smell of the goblins, but there were places where the smell of the dogs remained slight. You mean they drove out their countrymen in this settlement and used them as bases...

(We can move the settlement around here when we have to... but it's also where it was raided once)

Looking around with that in mind, the cats are starting to prepare for camp at Wallace's behest, and a dark-haired cat-eared honored man arrives who notices his gaze. It's incredible because he's a father in his late thirties with that look.

"Mr. Archer, I'm going to camp here today, okay? We don't have a problem at sundown, but we're all tired of walking."

"Wong."

I shook my head vertically this time so that it could be passed on to Wallace as well, giving it back appropriately. And, Buster, after the two daggers go out to procure dinner, me and Lancer sit down at the proper nest entrance to watch the cats camp.

"Kruangarwooan? Where did your people go?"

"Gruhh, wogu wauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

From here to the west is the village of Lucua, the cats, and to the south is the realm of the elves foresters, so we have to go north or further east.

(If you were heading north, I hope you haven't rubbed it with our people...)

"Ah, there he is. Archer, do you have a minute?

Liz comes shaking her tail stretching out of her pleated skirt. I crouched in front of us, so I took the stone brush out of the sachet at my waist as usual.

What's going on?

"Eh, that's the first reward I was saying..."

Speaking of which, you were talking about that...

Her race also interacts with the people, but the town is in the woods and keeps a certain distance from the people. It's like being halfway between a demonic beast man and a human race.

I run a stone brush after a few thoughts, staring at Liz in the upper hand.

“I want our settlement to be supported with skill."

"Skilled support?

“I just want to borrow a little farming and carpentry, blacksmiths and other tools, a cat man with the skills to handle it”

"Archer, that's not what I can do..."

With a troubled face, she lays her cat ear down with a petan to clog her words.

“Then ask Wallace. He must understand the price of risking his life to fight.”

"Mmm, I know because I'm a warrior too, so I was worried about what they would say!

“Well, I'm sorry I couldn't do that in the absence of the village chief, but thank you."

It might be convenient for us for those responsible to evacuate to the town of Wiald and set up a rescue matrix. Thanks to you, as it stands, it is Wallace, the warrior-headed, who takes the helm of the village of Luqua.

It would also take into account just the fact that we fought together.

It was therefore a question of what to do with the procurement of iron ore in inviting blacksmiths, but what an "iron," the Steele River seemed to be a name derived from Steele, and they could take quality sand iron.

However, when you start forging, you need charcoal, so it leads to cutting woodland trees. Well, if it's just for our own use, we're good at suppressing it... but don't forget to take care of nature as one beast living in the woods.

After we returned to the village of Luqua the next day, we received some spare farming equipment there, some of the carpentry tools and a small amount of iron ore, and took Joseph and Grimmer, who guided their treatment, in fact Barack, who was the son of a blacksmith, back to the settlement.

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