Tondemo Skill de Isekai Hourou Meshi

After the church of Luca, the goddess of water, the next thing I came to was the church of Ninril, the goddess of wind who can't wait for Fell.

Of the goddesses who are said to have a relatively high number of believers on this continent, Ninril has the smallest number of believers.

For that reason, or even if it wasn't as borough church in Hirschfeld, the church here was stubborn.

The building itself wasn't big enough, so Fells made me wait outside and just me went inside the church.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?

Speaking up, Sister, dressed in a monastic garment with a white tone, showed up.

"Can I help you?

"Actually..."

Explain how the gifts and donations are just as good as the churches have ever been.

Hearing from me, Sister looked surprised and hurried to get a priest.

And it was a middle-aged priest who appeared with a slightly metabolic, crushed eye person's good-looking appearance.

"Ha, ha, I, of this church, am a priest, my name is Eleutherio"

"I'm an adventurer's muchoda. Best regards,"

"Sister told me..."

Explain the boutique & donation to Eleutherio as well.

And also tell them what you want them to use for orphanage children as much as possible.

Although the church here is smaller than anywhere else, it also seems to have an orphanage.

Mr. Eleuterio was comfortable with his understanding.

Seemed to have had a hard time running the orphanage here, too.

Especially as for the diet, it always seemed like a problem that bothered my head, and I still felt distressed that I could only serve a meal that was skewed by quantity more than quality.

He's a food-eating kid.

When I gave Mr. Eleuterio three white gold coins, he cried with gratitude, "I can feed my children their meat for the first time in a long time".

I was held back by tears to see what was going on inside the church and in the orphanage, but politely declined.

When you left, you dropped off a number of sisters, including the priest Eleutherio, along with many thanksgiving words.

And the next thing you know, the Church of the god of war, Lord Vahagn (?).

In Mr. Tristan's story, it seems that Master Vahagn's place is more like a place where those who believe in Master Vahagn come together and live in groups than a church.

They incite every day for strength in everything.

"Here..."

Somehow from beyond the heavy-duty door, I can hear a cocktail cake and a metal sword or something bump into each other along with a powerful voice like "sei" or "ha" or something.

"I'm sorry. That's a heavy door."

Yeah, when I open the door and go in...

Dozens of humans with scary faces pointed swords, spears, etc. at us.

I raised my hand that I was not reflexively hostile.

"Oh, it's not suspicious. I heard this is the church of the god of war, Vahagn."

"It is not in the form of a church, but it is a place where those who believe in the god of war have gathered. More than that. What are you going to do with that?

One of them with a weapon said so with sword swallowing eyes.

"Um, everyone behind you is my squire. I won't do anything unless it hurts me."

After answering that to the followers of Lord Vahagn, I will remind Fells to read, 'Don't put your hands on it'.

"Ho, how can you fight the Fenrir and Dragon behind you if you do that?"

That's what another believer just said with a nigga laugh.

Hey, it's kind of a lot more belligerent.

I feel like complaining to Master Vahagn, this is it.

"Hun, what do you mean, you don't even know the power? Are you just an idiot with the followers of the god of war?

'Don't tell him that. I have to admit that I'm only tempted to challenge them. It's just temper. "

Because it's what Fell and Grandpa Gong purposefully say in their voices, the bloody faithful of Master Vahagn ask, "What?!" Excite.

"Don't mess things up, Fel or Grandpa Gong."

Where is the wind blowing Fell and Grandpa Gong elsewhere holding my head about what to do with this situation?

"Quiet!

A shout echoed as if to have a drink of the place.

He came out of a building with a man in his mid thirties with scratches on his cheeks who seemed tall and gatai that seemed to have muscles clogged up perfectly.

"Normal..."

When the man, called Normal, approached us, the hedgehog of the faithful broke and the way was made.

"The Fenrir and the Ancient Dragon are right. You guys are enemies. Not even me."

Believers thrilled with that answer of the Master.

No, no, I think trying to fight Fell or Grandpa Gong on people's own is a reckless thing in itself.

"Look, you guys, it's very important to measure the power of your opponents. Keep practicing if you know what I mean."

"" "" "Hi" "" "

Believers returning to training in the words of the Master.

Or scared.

We're having a serious meeting, these people.

It's a tiger hole, here.

"You're Mr. Mkoda, an S-rank adventurer. I'd like to say that we don't have a room for your exorcists."

Guided by the Norm was a courtyard next to the training grounds of the faithful and across the crossing.

I sat pinching a table in the chair I keep there.

"I'm sorry about this place."

"No, because this isn't about making it that much trouble either"

"So what can I do for you?

"Uh..."

I also told my teacher about the gift and donation.

"Looks like some little kids are in trouble here, right?

"Oh. The sons of the orphaned faithful, who want to wear martial arts, are kept here and live with everyone"

I don't seem to be running an orphanage or anything here, but some of the younger kids (there were a couple of mochima children among the followers I trained earlier).

"I would like to thank you for that offer. Thanks."

According to the Normal story, the followers of the god of war are in a large group of small and ambitious countries, and there are also many mercenary ascendants and children of their mercenaries here.

He also said that the teacher who talks about it was a mercenary.

"It's my hometown, but it's a tough place to keep fighting and raise kids..."

Normal says that the facilities of the god of war in the kingdoms of Ellman and Leonhardt have some facets that could have been used as receptacles for mercenary children in many small groups of countries.

I'm surprised to hear that a few mercenaries come all the way here to keep the children.

If we're going to get that far, I think we should just live with the kids over here, but they don't either.

"Mercenaries are mercenaries from the bone marrow. I don't feel alive if I don't fight."

That said the norm seemed a little lonely.

Maybe this guy really wanted to still be a mercenary, too.

I have no idea what that feels like.

"Well, that's fine, because mercenaries are the only ones who teach me, including Normal Me. I'm confident in interpersonal fights, but I don't think there's any demand for mercenaries. I work as an adventurer..."

Again, it seems true that being a demon opponent is different on its own.

Some of them are adventurers from here and have become high ranked, but those people leave here and become independent, so in the end it's young people and children who are here.

When that happens, they really only earn that much, and the working capital here was always cutthroat.

I see.

I'm training for serenity, but it certainly depends on whether you're interpersonal or against demons.

But I just thought this place was a bunch of people trying to extremes martial arts, but that's not all. You have a decent role.

I gave the teacher three white gold coins, hoping that the small group of the herd would be at all peaceful.

Normal says, "Is this good? I was stunned, but when I said it was because I made money in the dungeon here, they grabbed my hands with a go-to hand and said," Thank you, thank you, "many times.

It was a bitter laugh because I'm not happy at all that Gottsy man held my hand.

"But dungeons are still lucrative stuff. Thanks to the dungeons here, we've managed to survive. It would be different if we could stop skirmishing in my hometown and sneak into the dungeons."

It was Fell who reacted to that word that Normal said Polo.

"Hey, is there a dungeon in your Lord's hometown?

He was a teacher who was a little surprised by Fell, who suddenly spoke, but told me about the dungeon by answering "Oh" to discipline.

"My hometown is called the Kingdom of Fondell, well now I'm in exile, but there was a dungeon there. Though not very well known. Besides, it's just a bunch of skirmishes, so it's almost untouched."

Normal says that the area is probably still untouched because it is still an area of constant skirmishes.

Fell, Dora and Sui embark on a dungeon story.

"Ho, an untouched dungeon? That sounds like an interesting dungeon. Let me hear a little bit more about that story. '

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Fell's tail walking down the street was shaking in a good mood.

The tail of the flying Dora is also shaking.

Sui also sings "Dungeons, Dungeons, Dungeons Again" as she jumps pompously in the mood.

"A dungeon in a small group of countries? You heard good things. '

'Right. I'm having fun again. "

"Looking forward to the dungeon."

No, no, I'm not going to have fun.

A small group of countries is a strife zone.

I'm not going anywhere like that.

So ignore what the Fells say. Ignore.

"What, lords, do you like dungeons?

'Well. Sometimes you meet a monster with bones, and often you get good meat.'

"When they do say it, there may be times when you're free, and you don't have any trouble with rice."

Whoa, that conversation.

Fell and Grandpa Gong are the ones who think the dungeon is a pantry or something.

"Dungeons, they're fun."

"Yeah, fun."

Both Dora and Sui love dungeons.

But ignore it. Ignore it.

Don't go into everyone's conversation.

I learned.

I went in, but at the end of the day, I decided to crash into the dungeon.

So this is where the boutiques & donations go on.

"Come on, let's go next."

"Chip."

Hey, Fell, I'm not gonna tell you what I'm talking about.

And the next thing that came was the Church of Medicine God (?).

I've never asked the gods about any other god, but is there a god of medicine?

I don't know, but I don't think it's surprising that you're here.

This place also feels like an institution where people who believe in the medicine god have gathered, like Master Vahagn's.

Well, he's almost a pharmacist.

Mr. Tristan, the information seems to indicate that the public is talking about a research threesome freak population all day, but an excellent population that also develops some useful potions.

Besides, while the pharmacist's abilities vary in the potion's medicinal effects, the potion here seems to have a solid medicinal effect, and the Adventurer Guild also has it regularly wholesaled, so it has to be for the Adventurer Guild.

The potion seemed to be sold to the public as well, with a small store but also a potion dealership.

It was easier for me to get in there, so Fells waited for me and I went into the store alone.

"Um..."

"Welcome -"

There was one boy in the store number.

"Uh, is this the Church of Medicine God? Is that okay?

"It's a church, it's a facility run by people who believe in medicine gods."

"I see. Actually..."

I told the boy in the store number about the gift and donation.

"Is that true?! Thanks!

The boy was so happy for me.

When I heard about it, they said that the money still goes to research and potion making, and that donations are solicited all year round.

In this underdeveloped world of medicine, there has to be potion.

So when I handed the boy three white gold coins, the boy opened his eyes and puckered his mouth.

My eyes came and went with the white gold coin I handed over.

And finally......

"Master Yikes!!!

Oh, my God, he just popped out.

But, well, I gave you the white coin once and it's over, so let's go next.

And last came the church of the blacksmith god Hephaestus (?).

"I mean, isn't this a complete blacksmith here?

The sound and enthusiasm of knocking on the can-can and metal was transmitted all the way out the door.

Opening the dreaded door, that was where the Dwarf population soared.

A skilled dwarf slapped the metal and an apprentice dwarf was walking around just fine.

Nobody even notices I'm in, or seems to care.

"Um..."

Speak normally, but no one even notices.

"Nnh, uh, excuse me!

Speaking out loud, the skilled dwarf finally turned this way.

"Holy shit! I'm not busy right now!

He yelled at me like that with a pissy, scary face, but it's just through here, too.

"No, it's very important!

"Huh?! I can't help it, just wait till you get a paragraph!

That's what the skilled dwarf told me, to wait.

Meanwhile, Fell and I were scattered around saying, "I'm hungry," but I managed to forgive him for being the last one here for about an hour.

A skilled dwarf has finally finished his work before us.

"Well, what can I do for you?

"Uh..."

Explained the gift and donation.

I did, but the answer to the skilled dwarf was "I don't want it".

"What kind of blacksmith are you? They bought something made with that technology. I'll just have it. It's outside the house. I can't face a blacksmith like that. More than that, my lord, taking the devil with you is an adventurer, isn't it? I'd really appreciate it if you bought me a weapon made by Nong et al."

"Can you buy it?

"Of course not. There's a shop over here, too. For the adventurers, by the way."

Ask a skilled dwarf to guide you to the store.

"Ooh."

Dagger, Kukri, Short Sword, Claymore, Shamseal, Bastard Sword, Rapier.

In the sword that first caught my eye, that's all I know.

There were many other swords lined up narrowly, as well as various other types of spears and axes.

Wow.

Wow, but as for my weapon, I have the Mithril sword and spear that Sui made for me, so enough is enough.

"What do you say? That's pretty good."

"Ha. But I have a Mithril sword and a spear..."

"What? Mithrill? Let me see."

"Fine, though."

The sword and spear of Swiss specialty Mithril were removed from the item box to show to the skilled dwarf.

A skilled dwarf that carefully distinguishes swords from spears.

"It's really brilliant. I don't know where you got this, but the blacksmith who made this isn't a blacksmith with great moves. It's still up there. I need to be more sophisticated."

"No, uh, hahahaha..."

No, it's the sleeping slime in the bag I'm hanging from my shoulder that made this.

I can't exactly say that, can I?

As I laughed bitterly, looking in the store, something caught my eye.

"This is..."

"That's not a warhammer made by Non. That's pretty good work."

Yes, it's a demon iron warhammer.

I've seen something similar to this before.

The weapon Mr. Seegvald of “Ark" met in the dungeon of Aveling.

I don't want to meet you, I don't want to fight you, but maybe I could have one of those strike-based weapons for when I really have to deal with golems and gargoyles.

"I'll make this one. This please."

"Mm-hmm. This isn't 86 gold coins."

Of course I gave him three white gold coins.

"Keep the stick. If you can, feed your apprentice children something delicious."

"Huh, thank you."

When I received the Demon Iron Warhammer and turned it into an item box, I left the Forge God store behind.

"Let's go home."

'I'm starving. As soon as I get home, it's dinner. "

"Non is just hungry."

"Neither do I."

"Sui is also hungry."

When I finally think I'm done with the boutiques & donations, it's a huge chorus of hunger for everyone.

He was also awake because he was too hungry or sui who should have slept in his bag.

"Haha, all right, all right. I'm sure there was some hamburger left to make, so when I get home, it's dinner in Hamburg."

"Hamburger goo! Hey, Rugi, do you have a white one in there that Sui likes?

"Cheese IN hamburger? Of course there is."

"Yatter!"

"What is that cheese?"

"Grandpa Gong, you know, with the meat with the troll white on it - it's delicious!

"Ho, is it delicious? That's exciting!

"It's delicious not to have cheese in it."

'Mm-hmm. I prefer only meat with no white in it. Of course it's delicious in there. "

"It's okay because I make about half of the cheese IN and it's not."

'Hmm, I can't stand it. Get in.'

Forced onto Fell's back......

"Collar, you can't blow up all over the city. Whoa."

"For me, it's fast-paced."

"Reason again! Everybody watch out for Fell. Yo!

'No, I guess you can't say this is that fast. You can still follow me. "

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

"Ryuji, it's okay. Let's go home and have dinner!

"Hey, dude."

'Just shut up and ride. You can't bite my tongue. "

"Ferroooooooo"

That day, a large group of residents of Brixte witnessed us running down the street with great momentum with Bachyun.