The Skill Collector

I rarely take on escort duties today.

It's been a long time since one of our guests met his mother, who lives away, and he's been appointed a courtesy on the road.

I was interested in the progress of the skills I left behind only one level and my client's mother, so I decided to take it on quickly.

A relaxing view of the landscape from the horse reveals something in the corner of sight.

Dropping his gaze down, the hooded cape was shaking loosely.

It is the girl, this time a client, who looks around rarely.

A solo trip would be enough on foot, but this time I have a client girl, so I decided to rent a horse.

If you're wondering whether to make it a carriage because it takes a couple of days, the girl says "I want to ride two on a horse" to this day.

"Let us decide to let you stay in a village near here today. Do you mind?

The girl nods loudly once when she only turns to this side of her face.

I got permission, so I'm off the streets and going down the details.

After a while I saw a fenced village, but when the lookout villagers found this one, I saw one of the two rushing into the village.

When he raises his eyesight with his skills and observes the condition of the village, a villager with farming equipment such as (10) and (10) is popping out of the back.

"This is a swordswallowing atmosphere, isn't it? There are some turning back, but in that case it will be a wild boarding house. What shall we do?

"... go"

I'm usually a rap girl, but I'm more silent than usual about what I'm worried about dealing with my mother, whom I'll see a long time ago.

Once the reins are signaled to the waving horse, he moves just a little faster on his feet and closer to the village.

I was looking at this one with a frightened lookout when I was alone, but I could see him stroking his chest down to make sure I was with a child.

"Hello, I'd like to rent you an overnight accommodation"

Communicate your purpose aloud so that you are still distant but not alert.

After making sure the opponent's alert was completely lifted, he loosened his legs and stopped in front of the watch.

"Are you the parents and children of the journey?

"No, I'm a pedestrian, and this is my client"

"What a rarity it is for a pedestrian to travel at the request of a child. If you're a pedestrian, you're always welcome..."

The village has a lot of places to comfortably accept pedestrians.

I would be delighted to have preserved foods and seasonings for stockpiling, especially as winter is near. Even so, the watch is a troubled face with arms together.

"Hey, are you okay?

Five young men emerged from the village. Behind it is a long line of villagers.

They all had weapons like things in their hands and it was a noisy sign, but when they saw the girl's face, they exhaled relief and lowered their weapons.

"Oh, don't worry about it. They say these two are pedestrians. If you have kids, it has nothing to do with that."

Most villagers walk away from the entrance to the village after hearing the words. Though the old man with the right width and the two watchmen remain.

This fine old man with his belly chin mustache is probably the village chief.

"Excuse me, pedestrian. You surprised me, didn't you? I'm the village chief."

I apologize for the disrespect I showed up armed.

Occasionally there are villages that attack travellers and take away hardware, but that doesn't seem to be the intention.

The pattern considered to be limited.

"I'd like to welcome it if I were you, but it's a pretty chopped situation. I was wondering if I should leave before you get involved."

"Is something wrong?

"Actually, there's a good chance that the bandits will attack the village soon."

It is a well-known fact for villagers to say that they can't lurk their voices.

I see, I'm convinced. Is that why you were armed?

"Is that solid information?"

"Yes. Two days ago, one of the bandits came to this village and told me to give him half the storage and a young woman." If you obey adults, I will lead my people and stop attacking the village. "

It's not uncommon for a burglar to attack a small village.

But this country is more secure than others, so it is visible that if you do that, they will send soldiers to crusade you.

Whether the king is competent or not clouds his words, but he is never incompetent but a person who cares about his people. I will not tolerate such foolishness.

"Are there still people who do such stupid imitations?"

"We also said if we did that, the king wouldn't shut up... we laughed with our noses. Apparently, bandits collapse soldiers in other countries, and if they take what they take, they cross the border."

Recently, I had heard information that there had been an increase in the number of cases of attacks on travelers. Perhaps this bandit was a soldier in a country destroyed by dictatorship.

It is a common trend for soldiers and knights of a doomed country to become robbers.

The end of an armed group that is used to fighting, a classic in the classic as.

But considering this is also my sister's influence... can't I just leave it alone?

"The young man in the village who heard about it got so high that he defeated the bandit. Shortly before he took his breath away, he said," My head is coming to retaliate, "and the villagers were terrified."

"Have you contacted the country?

"We are turning to the best horse users in the village, but whether we can make it..."

If it was just contact, it would pass on to the king in less than a day. It's early and three days later to get to the village, no matter how handy you do, as you gather soldiers from there.

"Villagers were witnessing several burglary-like figures wandering near the village last night, and it looks like the day is approaching when this place is attacked"

It is also difficult to abandon the village and flee when the village is under guard.

Though it is reasonable to consolidate and defend the defense and wait for the soldiers to arrive at Cage Castle Battle.

"Do you know the scale of the bandits?

"According to the bandits who came, it's a group of fifty. There are about two hundred people in our village, and there are about sixty decent men who can fight"

The number of people has won, but without combat experience, the difference is huge.

There is also a difference in pure combat power, but it goes without saying that it is more advantageous to be able to kill people without hesitation.

If you fight, you're likely to be pushed out in a few minutes.

How many villagers have been building village fences and arrows since just now, but are they ready to resist at all?

"We've decided to be ready, but you two have nothing to do with it. Right now..."

"With all due respect, it will be too late. If the village is being watched, there's no reason to let us escape."

I felt my gaze on my way to this village. I guess I missed it when I decided it was okay to have more guys and one kid or so.

"Really? I'm sorry, I think I got involved."

"Don't worry about it. Because it's a routine tea meal to get caught up in rough business when you're a pedestrian. It's just a little bit of battle, but I'm confident, so I'm going to join you."

"I appreciate that! Accommodation is in my house room..."

He seemed happy to get a little more power, and his nervous, tense face seemed just a little loose.

About fifty robbers will figure it out. I don't want to do anything that stands out as much as possible, so let's plant a large number of them later, even in a trap.

We talked while riding all the time, so we got off holding the girl, and when we deposited the horse with one of the watchmen, a man appeared from the shade nearby.

If you judge it by its appearance, maybe the second half of the thirties.

He's staring at me for some reason.

I warned him if he was one of the opposition, but that outfit only looks like a villager.

Sturdy outfit compared to other villagers. My hair is done with hair conditioning and my beard is shaved beautifully.

Someone who feels floated compared to the villagers around him.

"Village chief! Why are you adding others to the dispute! You have said many times that it is wrong to try to cure things by force in the first place!

He's yelling at the village chief, but the person at the time just looks at the man's face and sighs loudly and shrugs his shoulders.

He stares at a man with a frightened face like a lookout.

"People will understand each other if we discuss it. What do you think words are for? Anything sincere, communicate this claim and you will understand. Violence only creates further violence!

Is the man waving the hot valve apparently a pacifist?

Not a bad idea. It would be ideal if there were such a world.

But it's a dream. It's paranoia in this world of constant strife.

"Don't you dare. It is ideal to understand in words when it comes to every dispute in the village. But there are people who don't get the word. If everything is settled through discussion, there is no dispute in the world."

A village chief who speaks reality against ideals.

The two watchmen have nodded many times in agreement with the village chief.

"That's how, I give up, the world won't be at peace for long! Words are stronger than weapons!

"Then why not persuade us with the power of the word? If everyone understands each other and the words are all-powerful, isn't it easy enough to convince me or the villagers?

When the village chief cuts him back, the man mouths remorsefully.

People who make these claims are not trusted because they have no track record.

"Well, that's because I suck at persuasion. With more valves, you'll convince everyone."

"So if you can communicate your thoughts more eloquently, because you say you can avoid strife?

"That's right. You're a businessman, aren't you? Then you should have a better mouth than me. What can I say instead, but won't you persuade the bandits? Of course, because I'll think about what I'm going to say and keep it on paper!

A pacifist man convinced by himself by banging his hands on all the proposals.

If you can write it on paper in advance, you can have it and discuss it with the burglar yourself.

This is another reason why you can't trust these assertive people.

I just scatter my ideals in a safe place, and I have no strength or courage without the will to speak of peace on the front lines.

"You want me to talk to you instead because you're not sure about the art of speaking."

"I suppose so. I'd really like to talk to you myself, but in front of a stranger, I can't talk without my mouth turning well. I regret it, but I want to leave this great responsibility to you."

The premise is that I'm taking it on.

The village chief and the watchman are shaking their heads left and right to listen to me. This man's claims are usual and people around him don't seem willing to fit in properly.

"Right. I don't mind going to see a burglar."

"I know you're scared. But trust me... eh?

If my reply was unexpected, leak the missing voice in between.

"So you're going to meet the bandits. However, there is one condition"

"I didn't expect a young man to show up in a place like this agreeing with my doctrinal claims! Tell me everything. I won't spare your cooperation!

He's holding both hands to wrap my hand around him and shaking it hard up and down.

To a pacifist man with a full grin, I spoke of certain conditions.

"Ho, are you sure you're okay...... Yes, no, I'm confident in my claims. If any other person can convey their thoughts perfectly without forgetting to be polite with love, they will surely understand each other. That's why God gave men the Word."

A man with extreme tension and a pale complexion keeps talking for an hour.

We and the pacifist man climb mountain roads together, as we continue to walk towards a bunch of bandits.

"Right."

Pinch the gavel appropriately.

Because if you keep that up, the man can keep talking.

The condition I put out was, "I'll sell 'Speech' at a high level so you can bump all your claims, so convince yourself".

With this much 'talking' level, it is possible to communicate any claim to the other person without mistake, word for word.

At first I didn't seem to understand what I was talking about, but the words seemed to have even spilled out than I actually thought I'd try to sell 'Talking', and the momentum made the village chiefs admit to talking about convincing the burglars.

I didn't convince him, but the village chiefs gave up.

The man who doesn't realize that left the village with me on track.

After a while, the fever cooled considerably and I realized how reckless my actions were, but now that we're here, I can't seem to pull it off.

That would be so. Anyway, if it's just me, there's no way a grown man can run away on his own in a situation where a girl is also accompanied next door.

"Your daughter doesn't have to follow me."

A man speaks gently to the girl who is squeezing my hand and leaning down.

Then the girl shakes her head small.

"... aren't you confident of persuasion?

"No, that's not true."

A man's cheek cramps with pimples on a simple question.

Don't let the upset get in your hands.

"She and I both trust you. Good luck convincing me."

I laugh nicely with my mouth saying things I haven't even thought about.

I don't think his doctrinal assertions mind as idealistic. However, if everyone can understand each other in words, as the village chief also said, there will be no human strife without the need for the law.

"And by the way, my back hurts a little, so I'll persuade you tomorrow -"

Hand control the man who planted an excuse in his mouth to turn back somehow.

A burglar appeared in the direction of the path.

Is it about twenty on the count? There were several signs of the people watching the village, but apparently they arrived at the main unit.

"Ooh, a representative of the village? Besides, I don't think we have a gift or a woman."

A bearded man in thin dirty iron armor talks to this one as he rocks the sword he bears on his shoulder.

It feels like the head of an ideal bandit.

Everything looks in contrast to a pacifist man.

"Why don't we crack a belly and discuss it first? Don't you think it's possible to come up with compromises and beneficial results if we listen to each other?"

"I don't."

Immediately asserted.

Looks like he was going to keep talking from here, but he's too lightly truncated to lose his word.

"We can get everything with our strength. Why do I have to listen to you? What good is it to hear that?"

"Well, that's because people should discuss it in words, not power. Drink with each other and say what you want to say with a crack in the belly -"

"There's no way."

Nothing in the pacifist claims has reached the bandits.

"There were idiots like that in my country. They scolded the soldiers who fought for their lives from a safe place across the wall. Who's protecting us? It's not sanity. We didn't even want to kill people. If the word is really more competent and stronger than the weapon, then convince your opponents to stand on the battlefield, with arrows and blades in front of them, without weapons."

Unlike the thin words of the pacifists, the words had weight.

Apparently it was true to say soldier collapse.

If you're asked which claim you agree with, you're definitely a burglar.

That's why I'm not willing to admit that everything is resolved with violence.

"We want money and food. I don't want to give it to you. You don't even think I'm doing the right thing, do you? Take it away because you want it. I resist because I don't want to be taken from you. Isn't that good? I don't even want to say that power is justice. This is the outside road, much better."

"Well, if you live that way, they'll just take it away sooner or later!

"Right. Our country is doomed. There's no place to go or anything. Now, when you confess your sins, you just end up thrown into a cell and your neck dropped."

That's what I say. Put your hand on your neck and pull it aside.

"So, how are you gonna convince us like that?

"Yes, no, what is that? People live with love..."

All in all, he was a pacifist man who kept his words going, but he is completely swallowed.

The burglars are listening to the man's claims with a lowly grin, but it's time to get tired of pulling out the sword he was laying on his sheath.

"Enough, I don't care about that bullshit"

"Hi-ha, hi-ha"

You lost your hips because of fear, or the man who sat on the ground escapes to my rear only with the power of his arms, he hides like a shield against me or a girl.

"Pathetic man. You were unfortunate, too, to be attached to such an idiot. Mercy at least, you will kill without suffering, and the kid will sell to the slave traders at a high price."

Deciding it was so far away and I tried to take a step forward, someone moved faster than that.

When the girl pays for the hood and exposes her face, she stares at the wildling thief.

The girl, characterised by her straight cut hair, doesn't look frightened in front of them.

"Whoa, isn't that an upper ball? Sell it high."

"It's up to you. A flower in a high ridge whose human disqualification is less than shit like that for life. I wouldn't be proportionate if I didn't get a sight for it, but it's the last beautiful thing I'll ever see in my life, so I'm gonna burn it right in my eyes."

Both pacifists and burglars have lost their words and opened their eyes to unthinkable cursing and strong words from their adorable faces.

I hold my face next door with my hands and exhale loudly.

The girl is a customer who bought out 'Poisonous Tongue' before.

I left only level 1 and decided to visit my mother thoughtfully because there was less to dislike.... is what I received.

I didn't expect you to get involved in this, but the girl involved in this one has been saying, "Put back the 'poisonous tongue' level because it's okay for a while".

"You're not arranging disgusting beauty, either. Finally, you're saying things that don't make sense because you're not confident in your poor self and don't have the means to resist the irrationality of the world, so you can tell by words. Wow, yeah."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey."

Did they point you to the drawing, or you're dyeing your face bright red with anger.

"If you're serious about that thought, you shouldn't make an effort to get the word to them first. If I had a hardened body, I'd listen to them. If you can't physically do it, make money and get power, then tell me. If you can't do that either, at least you're normal enough to expand your friendship, right? You're an adult, and you don't even know that? I can see you're just asserting yourself and not trying, so the words aren't convincing. Hey, aren't you ashamed to be alive?

"Come on, give me the kid! All you have to do is listen to the grownups!

A freshly spoken man yells back.

If this is someone who is used to arguing, it is possible to argue, but this seems to be the best of all for a man who grew up headstrong in a small village and had no comrades to bump into each other's claims of doctrine.

"Here you go -. I can't say it back. Adult bracelets, for kids' sakes."

"Oh, man. Lady, why don't you do that?"

You pitied the pacifists. There's a help boat out of the bandits.

The girl turns to the wildling bandit and smiles.

The wild thief laughs back at that innocent grin.

"If losers keep their mouths shut. My ears would rot if the worst Uzi worm could speak less than this wretched man to suffer people in vulnerable positions who should have lost and helped in the war. You're attacking the village to survive? Yes, you idiot, tell me you're off. If you had so many grown-ups, you could have taken the opportunity to rebuild abandoned villages, try farming, and start over with business."

A burglar's head stares at the girl half-eyed, understanding that the spear had turned into us.

"Don't let the kid get on with it. All we know is we fight."

"Yes, excuse me. Good luck. If all you know is to fight, you can do anything, whether you're an adventurer or a mercenary. If you don't have food, you can hunt and eat even demons, right? There's no such thing as wild demons. In the end, it was just a hassle. There were other means, but you just ran off on an easy road looking for a reason to give up, 'Outside Road, Much Fine' Killi or something? Puhahahahahahahaha"

Seeing the girl holding down her belly and laughing, the burglar approaches silently with her weapon in place.

Unlike a pacifist man, he immediately switched to a policy of silencing himself with violence when he knew he was no match for words.

Now it's time for me to take a step forward and shelter the girl and the pacifist man behind my back.

"This is what happens in the end where you win with your mouth. Did you say what you wanted to say?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little refreshed. Now I think I'll manage to meet my mother."

A girl who has been relatively but serene since lowering the level of 'poisonous tongue'.

Nevertheless, the sudden inability to say because I have been vomiting poison every day seems to have accumulated frustration, above all if I have been able to vomit at all.

"Then get in this flow. Me too. Words are only a means of communication of will. There's no point in claiming that we don't understand each other."

He didn't seem to be willing to listen to my words, except for the girl, and decided he should put this place away first and then talk.

A strapped bandit is sitting on the ground. There are pacifist men there for some reason.

The girl standing in front of it had her hands on her hips, her chest stretched and she looked down at the adults. * Even as it is conveyed, because I found it difficult to understand the intent of "before that".

"Hey, hey. How do you feel right now? Hey, hey, I want you to tell me."

Drinking tea from a water bottle and watching the sight.

Her 'poisonous tongue' has been activated for almost an hour now, but their eyes are vain only to be allowed to ask.

Let's have their hearts broken, just like the weapons rolling around there. Thoroughly so that you never know the strength to do evil again.

Checking the girl's level, the 'poisonous tongue' level has risen by two in this short time. Let's remember if there are some ways to develop this level.

"Shall I leave you alone a little more?"

It's bad for them, but before I meet their mother, I'll try to get the girl to spit everything out, along with a stressful outburst.

Don't let verbal violence resulting from frustrations and anxiety that have engulfed you hurt your mother and your girl.