The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

- April 18, 2004 at 20: 00 pm -

We were called by Duncan to visit the Adventurer's Guild in a message from Itsuki.

It's unusual for Duncan to run errands. I should say I was just fine because I was busy but I was free of my hands.

When I got to the Adventurer Alliance, there was a face of nostalgia there. I see Duncan must have called in this matter.

Looks like Duncan noticed what I noticed, and when he teased Vaticon and Wink, me and Porch ordered a drink and walked under that nostalgic face.

"Long time no see, Mr. Dallas"

"Mmm."

Dallas with the Red Sword.

Two years ago, he was a warrior who fought orgasm with us.

The low number of words is the same as before, but it can be seen from its standing that its strength has improved.

A super first-rate warrior who went up to Rank S with Brutes. Seems even more sophisticated, though I'm not saying we'll reach old age.

"Long time no see -!

"... Long time no see, Porch"

Should I be jealous that I've been greeting you longer than I am?

Well, Porch didn't mean he didn't like Dallas either. The two of us talked on the way home from that fight, and I guess that's what happened.

"Yes, crotch ~"

Place the order as Duncan throws up disgusting words.

But it was a long time ago, and now I'm used to it.

Dallas quietly put up the jock he had, and me and Porch, after the match, put up a glass and a jock to imitate it and toast the cuttlefish small.

Strange.

Even though it's noisy around, Dallas doesn't blend in there to create and live his own space.

Not groups. I get that impression. Of course this has been around for a long time, but it makes me feel very strange about the presence of paint that doesn't mix with anyone.

I'm like I've lived alone in a way, too, and do I remember being close to Dallas living alone?

"... again, I hear you've had a rough time"

"Yeah, just a little..."

Answering with a bitter smile, Dallas put the jock down and thought it over a bit before saying.

It was unexpected when I said...

"Thank you first for helping Ryan."

"... Oh, I knew you so well?

Porch shut up and circled his eyes, and I answered that and circled my eyes.

Keep the two of us together, and we'll get our gaze back to Dallas again.

"Once upon a time, a little..."

"Was it"

Sure, Ryan and Dallas are close in age. Almost the same age, I would say.

But I didn't think you two knew each other. This way of saying Dallas. So you're saying it could have been one of us?

"Sounds like you settled down at some point, he..."

"Is that Mr. Ryan?

Shut up and Dallas nods.

That Falltown charisma, Ryan's past... I'm certainly interested.

But that won't be the case this time. Dallas, who rarely comes to Bailanaea, wanted to see me before I headed to Falltown.

When I was in a position to listen to Dallas, Dallas just pitched up a little and started drinking jockey ale.

But there's no sign of trying to talk. Me and Porch were seeing each other again and staring at that strange look.

"... that's a bad place"

Is that so? There's only about an Adventurer's Guild or a Pochizzly Shop where we can meet.

But Duncan was used as a messenger, and Itsuki told me. I mean, I didn't see him at the Pochizzery store. Avoiding something?

Then we can only meet here. It's not like Dallas can use pronouncement contact.

But I'm glad we met, but we can't talk here. Then why don't we meet somewhere else?

No, there's benefits here, too. That's what it means to have eyes. Dallas doesn't trust me, does he?

Well, that doesn't seem to be the case to see the first reaction... but I'm pretty sure I'm quite alert.

We match the pace of drinking in Dallas with stories of no other love.

And leave the Adventurer's Guild naturally, though, like a shitty one.

A little outside for a drunken awakening...... Dallas turned his foot southeast of Beilanea as he started walking like that.

Oh, could this direction be……………… - Porch spoke out first the moment he tried to say so.

While walking, the streets become quiet for a little while, through which the bonfires gradually increase and gradually become bright as daylight.

The streets are united by gorgeous colors, with a good smell of food, a good smell of a woman, and even the appearance of a man with his hands on his nostrils.

"I knew... it was a colorful food district!

"Oh, that sounds like it"

There is a sharp gaze from the streets of the Colorful Food District (Shigeru), unlike the intent to kill, but to the point where you feel hostile.

That's right. How dare you buy two different people from the Colored Food District walking in the middle of the enemy line? There's no choice but to do this.

Neither Porch's words, nor my reactions, nor Dallas' back took silently and answered our questions.

I'm just walking straight. Somewhere...... I guess I have a destination.

So sure, I followed Dallas as I grabbed Porch's tail.

But I knew you were all aware of my return, as Tengalon said. He appropriately said that if the Betties took off their glasses, they'd be fine, but you really did.

I only took off my glasses the first day, but then the silver guys didn't say anything. So you knew this would happen from the beginning?

"Here."

Short Dallas words.

There are beauties in both neighboring shops who scream happily and peek at their faces from Zhang Mishi (Harami). But the place where Dallas stood was an abandoned store with lights out. No, I should say it's where it was the store. I don't care how you look at it, I'm not in a state of doing business.

These places are not uncommon because they are naturally endemic among colored food neighborhoods, but what the hell is Dallas going to do here?

Enter the small side road between the shop on the left and this building and follow it as it turns to the back.

What was at the end of the line was a dead well, blocked with a worn plate.

Get off the plate, Dallas jumps.

"... this, are you going in?

"'Cause Mr. Dallas is gone."

"There's definitely something out there!

"Dallas the Red Sword is going to come out."

"Huh!? How do you know that?

Because I just walked in.

"Well, first, forever!

"Oh, too! I can't help it, hey!

First, when the pouch dried up into the well as I followed, the bottom was not surprisingly deep, and I was able to step on the ground about five or six meters down.

The air is dusty and a little raw and warm. It has moisture and a characteristic underground odor.

The pouch landing lightly on my head and shoulders shrunk with a small scream on Dallas' face lit by fire.

Hey, it's heavy. What... fire?

What, here, not in the well...?

A totally underground passage-like place. And the candlesticks placed on the wall projections are arranged at equal intervals. I see, was this fire?

"What is this place?

"... follow me"

"Master, look, he's gone."

Porch to whisper.

Excuse me, is it heavy?

It's like walking down a path, up a staircase along the way, and down, and rejecting intruders.

I guess I can't go back without guidance from Dallas. Of course, with the worst spatial transfer magic, you can handle it.

Dallas stops where there is no change of philosophy while the road still continues in the back. No, is there a slight air disturbance?

"Ah, here it is."

Porch faces the wall with his front leg and Dallas nods with his eyes.

Drawing his sword and inserting a little into the small wound that was on the wall, he slowly opened it as he made the sound of rubbing the walls together.

"Oh, this is such a trick... wow..."

"Master, there's a door over there. Yo!

I also noticed before Porch prompted me, and Dallas urged me to go ahead.

Porch rushed up in front of the door, gripping the door knob of a door that looked heavy in metal, and pulled slowly.

- - ……………………………………………………… Hmm?

"Is that it?"

"What's the matter, Master?

"... it won't open, will it?

"... that's push"

Slowly pressed.