The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Earlier in the day, I heard from the Duke of Ferrias that he was leaving today, and I'm sitting in the corner of the square waiting for Ares and Muriel...

"Quang...... gagaugal cure fa ~ n

(Brother... Musmusmus can't heal ~) "

With it softly in the leather bag put through the belt, the fox strikes with Pessipesi and meatballs with his other hand on his stomach as he holds his nose with one small hand.

I didn't have to follow you yesterday or yesterday.

I thought about it for a while, but I don't have a very good sense of smell either. The reason for this is that you have been helping the Dukes and Muriels for the past two days.

What they were doing was buying lavender and rosemary with cold resistance grown in the suburbs of the city and collecting similar herbs.

Muriel said herbs and other herbs contain insect repellents and certain poisons to make them more difficult to eat by insects as a means of self-defence? That's good...... at four or six, my sister's sensitive sense of smell was hit as a result of being wrapped up in a wide variety of aromas.

(I didn't know humanization had the advantage of a dull sensation)

That said, I'm also damaged because I maintain a corresponding sense of smell, and unconsciously turn half my eyes to multiple carriages loaded with tons of herbal species and straw.

At that time, I captured the Ares walking from the back street in my sight.

"Hey, are you still not feeling well?

"No, it's better than yesterday"

I'll also have a meeting with Riverto alongside him and Muriel walking behind them, depending on Ares, who has been calling me with one hand gently raised.

"Good morning, Mr. Archer. I'll take care of you while you're in the army."

"Well, let me count on you."

"Oh, let me try my best..."

"Klu! (Me too!)"

You want to get mixed up in a conversation? He's some sort of self-asserting little fox, but it's funny that he's meshing because he can't understand the language. If you smile slightly to see how the adventurers get together, you can also see the knights wrapping up the guards in the center of the square.

"Captain Eldrick, the second platoon is ready."

Third Platoon will be ready to leave.

"Prepare your carriage or manpower foot... a little more, Mr. Grace!

In response to the call, a magic swordsman woman previously seen in a liquor store stopped counting the adventurer's head count, shaking her side pony blonde hair wrapped in fluffy red ribbon and looking back.

Though nature and consciousness turn to you, you can't even hear what you're talking about from here.

However, the Alliance's Adventurers command is independent of the Guard, and it was also notified yesterday that she was entrusted with the command of the Adventurers, a "gold” rank. Perhaps he's talking about marching meetings, sharing roles during combat, etc.

As I narrowed my eyes and watched how they were, I felt Muriel's sign next door.

"Mr. Grace, you look great, you're strong and beautiful."

"Oh yeah..."

"But I've never seen you command... what do you think?

The question of the muttered Ares is also the most important, because of the adventurer's free-flowing personality, the chain of command is not established, even if there is a right of initiative within his peers. Not to mention I'd like to spare a few dozen of them.

(Are you accustomed to being ordered or done different from a mercenary...)

With that in mind, the ecology of the sequence-heavy cobolts and the loose chain of command might have suited my sexuality. And so on and so forth, I return my theories to Ares, who surprises me to peek at the Magic Swordsman.

"There are no specifications for pushing this on a temperamental adventurer, perhaps he can move freely with the touch of the face he's been working with from day to day"

"Uh-huh, that sounds inefficient, huh?

"Even so, it's a realistic drop"

You can't expect to operate platoon units or anything like that without daily training, and unlike soldiers, adventurers vary greatly in their individual abilities. Then I have only enough hands to form a squad with my thoughtful companions from day to day and work with them to the fullest extent possible.

If you're discussing that with Ares and Liberto, a bell rings from the cathedral, which is built a short distance from the square.

In this age, time to discipline people's lives is also convenient for worship and is often managed by the Cathedral Church. A daily clock based on the operation of the sun, a fire clock that measures time in the way candles melt, and a water clock with a planetary gear mechanism powered by flowing water currents are employed individually for each church.

In other words, clock accuracy is inconsistent, so there is a jet lag in cities and towns.

Indeed... The Duke's squire said that the Warren Cathedral clock was the latest mercury clock produced by scholars and technicians from the Oriental countries, and that it would not freeze in the winter, and would always knock out a precise time.

After a while, the sound of the bell that marks the hour stops, and his voice sounds as he vibrates the air loudly, shortly after the magician, who refrains behind the knight, who was called captain, exercises his technique.

"It's time! I think we're all here already. We will now proceed to the village of Grau and follow the trail of the Valiants to the lair!!

The guards move at the initiative, and the inmates consolidate around the ridden knights and leave the square. Along with that, Miss Grace also shouted out to the adventurers.

"Everybody, line up each party as a squad to continue! For the moment we will advance to the village of Grau while escorting the Heavy Squad!

"Let's just get this over with and have a drink at the bounty, let's go!!

Her partner, a warrior wrapped in metal armor, circles between us in a move that doesn't make us feel the weight, prompting the adventurers to leave. In the meantime, a set of parties approached this side as they waved.

"Morning, Muriel!

"Eina, it's been awhile."

"Ares, let us come with you."

"That's comforting, Mr. Zacks."

Somehow Muriel is getting along with the sorcerer woman and Ares and Libert are also lightly tapping each other on the shoulders with a tough warrior with shallow black skin...... who?

I have one alienation on my stranger's face, and a white woman warrior walks over with a smile on her face.

"Uh, Mr. Bowman (Mirea) 's alternate personnel? I'm Reedy. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, Ares invited me... I'm Archer"

Ask Muriel about the situation with her gaze as she is dealing with her, who talks to her in a soft atmosphere, while being deprived of her gaze by a little fox that delivers in a leather bag at her waist, even looking at this skinny man with a tin cane.

"Mm-hmm. Can I walk?

If you check your surroundings with those words, most of the adventurers were already out of the square following the heavy units attached to the rear of the Guard, and Miss Grace told you to "go now” with your jitsy eyes.

"... right"

I nod honestly because I'm afraid the beauty will stare at me, and we all leave the square with Zacks and the others.

Without the presence of a powerful warcraft around the city, the crusaders proceeded on foot and reached the village of Grau by the time the sun set.

The escaped residents were attacked outside the village, leaving only a few traces of blood inside the village, and the body appears to have been severed by a tough jaw and taken home. So there's no trace of it being so unharmed... but it struck me that Libert looked up and whined.

Other than that, after confirming all kinds of damage, such as food, the crusaders who spent the night in the village of Grau rely on broken herbs and the footprints of giant ants to advance through the northern plains and pack the distance to their target, the nest hole.