Vermillion

"- So first return the previous minute and then say it!

In front of the workshop. A skinny man with a brown bandana tightened his voice.

"I can't do that, so I guess this is how you keep your head down!?

In contrast, a gritty physique man with black habit hair responds with a bright red face.

"That's what you said before! How many times has this happened!

"So how dare you starve me to death!?

"Before you starve to death, there will still be something you can do!? If you want to sell things around you, if you want to sell your house! Keep up the good work!

"I am. Come on! I'm trying! But just give me a break about the house, selling that one is the last resort! Please, I'm in real trouble!

"How many times is that dialogue too! Please leave already!

"You, there's no way to say that to your brother!

To a bandana guy who looks fed up, a gothic guy stuffed with momentum to fly a mouth corner bubble.

(... are we talking about money?

(Sounds like)

Watching it go far, Kay and Irene have a conversation with Hiccup.

I've been watching the two arguing for a while now, but apparently they're repeating the push questions "I want you to lend me money" and "I'm not going to lend you". To see how sick and tired of bandana men are, this probably isn't, like, once or twice. Besides, it looks like I haven't repaid what I borrowed yet. "Next time I'll give it back together!," the gothic man insists, "but from the side, he had zero credibility.

"- Oh, okay, I know how you feel!

And, at that time, a loud, bitchy man sat down on the spot somewhere with his arms around him.

"If you can't help me, I'm done! If you're going to die in an alley, I'm going to die here!

Walking in the middle of the road, not moving like a stone. Wow, and Irene with a shuddering face, "That's just reopening..." Kay also shuts up.

"…… Oh, no more."

What a depressing, freshly-faced bandana man held his temple and sighed so he could have a headache.

And on that clap, he stops looking at Kay and Irene, who are sitting off the road.

"... what? A customer?

Next, the bitchy man who was sitting around also noticed the Kays - nigga, he smiled disgustingly.

"Ahhh... I'm so sorry I'm taking you in. Would Mr. Montane's workshop fit here?

When Kay reluctantly asks,

"Oh yeah! This is the workshop of a handsome artisan, Lady Montan! As long as I'm envious of a thousand customers, huh?

I look at a bandana man on the side while a gotten man laughs naggingly.

"... me, montan, though. What can I do for you?

With a flirtatious look, the bandana man - Montan turns back to the Kays. Kay, for a moment, got stuck with the answer. It's not very bad, but it's a sinister air that I can't say "in the mail" to swallow. Above all, I can't help but worry about the presence of a nasty man, who has been turning a nasty grin on me since earlier. I'll look you in the eye, Kay.

It was for a moment, just a moment of silence, but from Kay's gaze, Montan, who sensibly felt the perplexity,

"Ah, already.........! Excuse me, just a moment."

Turning his back around, he opens the workshop door abusively and disappears inside. retreat, and sounds like exploring shelves,

"Look, this will do!

The frustration was also revealed, and Montan, who appeared again, threw a small wipe bag in front of the gritty man who sat down. The mouth of the bag opens, making a sound for Chan, and several silver coins spill over into the cobblestone.

"That's the last of it! I'm not going to ask you to do it again, ever again!

To a montan who doesn't even hide the colour of his contempt, but picks up the spilled silver coins, and the grinning man smiles humbly,

"Hehe...... Thank you, thank you. I'm sure this will work out. The boulder is my trusted apprentice...... I'll pay you back."

To that word, Montan, who just snorted "What do you think", tied his mouth to a single letter with a harsh look on his face, answering nothing.

The gobbly man missed the wipe bag looking important and left for the old town hectically.

"……… ha."

With a melancholy sigh, Montan, who removed his bandana, raised his bald, dull, golden hair and turned to Kay again.

"Excuse me. Something ugly."

"Oh, no..."

"So, what can I do for you?

Kay's face unwittingly catches on to a refreshing sales smile floating montan. This is a hard air to swallow and say "by mail."

"I'm sorry about this one, it wasn't such a big requirement... My name is Kay. In fact, the other day, when I stopped in Taaf village, the village chief Bennett sent a letter to your wife..."

Horrible, show the envelope in your hand. Montan, who received it from Kay, looked at the sign on the back and said, "Whoa!" He raised his voice.

"Long time no see, from your stepfather! Did you take the trouble to deliver it? Thank you very much."

Contrary to expectations, it seems an unexpected pleasure. Kay, who was bluffing his head or something, awkwardly missed his gaze,

"No, I'm sorry. It was just a letter delivery……………"

"Eh?"

"Earlier...... As a result, the shape I rushed into, so I thought I would lend the money..."

As Kay said so, Montan nodded as if he was good at "oh" as he looked at the old town where the goth man had left.

"No, never mind. If you don't lend me this one, I won't really move from there, so... It's going to get in the way of business, and sooner or later, I think we're going to lend it."

A little laughing montan with the kind of face you gave up.

"By the way, you two were from the village of Taaf, weren't you? Was your stepfather magnificent?

"Yeah, if it was Mayor Bennett, he seemed fine."

"Really? Above all.... If you don't mind telling my wife about the village? I haven't even returned home in a while, so my wife would be happy to hear about the village."

To Montan's words, Kay and Irene face to face.

"I don't mind, do I?

"Okay, then."

After I delivered the letter, I was going to take a look around at the armor store and leather goods shop in Craftsmanship - but if Montan is an artisan, he might be able to introduce me to a well-armed leather artisan to process Mikazuki's skin.

Kay decided to take Montan's offer. "What are you talking about, please go inside," he invites, and Kay and Irene go up to the workshop as they say.

A neat, sophisticated space.

When I heard about the craftsman's workshop, I imagined a messy work space on my own, but Montan's was completely different from Kay's imagination.

Exquisite woodworking, elegantly coordinated or stylish furniture decorated with lace. Wood chips and other chips have not fallen on the slab floor, and the workplace in the back is well organized. Workshops, rather than impressions of shops. Kay visited at an early age, associating himself with a furniture store showroom.

"Hey, Kisker! Your father-in-law sent you a letter.

When Montan calls to the back room, he returns a "yes". It was a young woman with a slightly plump physique who stepped up in footsteps with patties and came out wiping her hands with a white forehead.

"Letter from father!? Long time no see! … oh, customer?

"These people sent me a letter."

"That's well! Thank you for taking the time. Kiska."

Kiska pays tribute to Kay and the others. Chestnut hair cut around the shoulder shakes saggily. Chestnut hair - same color as Danny and Cronen. Bennett had gray hair, so I didn't know, but maybe this is their lineage hair color.

"No, I don't care. We just stopped by..."

Approximately Kay saying so, Kiska, who received a letter from Montan, said, "What about Boris?," he asks in a low voice. "I made you go home," Montang replies with a reluctant face. Phew, and nodding vaguely, Kiska cut the seal of the letter and eagerly began to read.

(... Boris?

(You mean the man just now, right?

This one is whispering, Kay and Irene.

…………

Kiska reading the letter, the montan watching over it. Through a wide open window, a breeze blows in. Try to get caught by the two of you, and the Kays are silent. Irene is intrigued to touch the wooden wind chimes hanging from the ceiling - every time the wind blows in, of course, making a gentle sound like a wooden harp. Somehow, the appearance reminded me of a cat reaching for a cat.

I'm free, so Kay looks around the workshop, too. A wooden table painted with varnish and polished to perfection. When stroking the smooth edges, the carving of the ornament of the jade is comfortable on the fingers when done. Lace tablecloths, woodworking finishes arranged neatly on top of them. Figurines mimicking birds clustered in tree branches, windmill decorations blown by the wind to change direction. They are all delicate and exquisite. I can see Montan's skill.

I turned my eyes toward the wall. Is this also a Montanese piece, decorated with a number of frames without pictures? An understated design that would be rustic but not cheap and would enhance the painting inside.

(…… basic, the business of the rich counterpart)

It's called elaborate decorative furniture, it's called impractical figurines, all of which the average person doesn't touch. Perhaps the wealthy have well-paid customers - and Kay thought about it, decorated on the wall in the corner of the futon workshop, turns a blind eye to 'it'.

- An arrow.

Luxuriously decorated with gold leaf, arrows with special shapes, and qualities that are solid.

Various types of arrows were hung on the walls.

"… did you have something you like to call?

And a voice from right next door. If you look at it as a hat, Nico and the smiling montan are peering in from the side.

"Oh... they also make arrows. I was watching."

He was more enthusiastic about watching arrows than I thought. I didn't notice any Montan approaching. With a small smile on his face and his head as lit, Kay replied, the bitterly smiled montan,

"The arrow 'also' is made, rather than… that is the main business"

"Well, that is. Were you in charge?"

"Even if I only make arrows, I still can't eat them. … these days, I don't know which is the main business."

"Can I touch this?

"Sure, go ahead"

With permission, he reaches out to one of the simple tweezers that was hung in the corner of the wall.

"Hmm..."

The moment I took it, I knew it right away. High quality.

Solid density of wood is a testament to sturdiness. If not enough, it is guaranteed to be difficult to break. Thin, sharp, and returning arrows are hard to pull out once stuck in the prey. The smoothly polished surface reduces friction, does not kill power when released, and makes it easier for the arrow body to penetrate deeply into the flesh of the prey. The ideal balance of center of gravity between tip and end, this is what minimizes bracing when arrows fly. Looking up to peek in from the white arrow feather, I could see the arrow stretching straight, not bent, not an inch of brace.

"This is…… a good arrow"

Unexpectedly leaking exclamation.

I don't choose the Hiroshi brush - but the bowman at least chooses the arrow.

Even if you can cope with the personality of the bow, the strength and weakness of the pull and slight distortion with accustom, the arrow directly linked to the accuracy of the hit can't say the same. Flying straight, or even being flushed by the wind, 'riding the wind the way I imagined it' is demanding of arrows.

In that regard, the arrow Kay had in his hand was ideal. The materials used, the techniques of processing, both impeccable together.

"Looks like you liked it, most importantly. Kay specializes in bows, right?

"Ha ha, I guess I get it"

Sometimes all over the city, Kay remains lightly dressed without armor, but he has a long sword on his hips and a "dragon scale through (dragon stinger)" in a cloth case. At a time when you're bothering to carry a bow that's less important in the city, it's like hustling about what's important to Kay. Even if you don't think about it, you can expect to be a bowman with one eye.

"They had a bow, so I thought it might not be. You were sure because they took that arrow in your hand the first time. If you're in business, you'll always be the first to check one of them."

If you ask me that, surely the one Kay had in his hand was the most practical of the arrows displayed. Other arrows, of course, are of sufficient quality, but there is some difficulty in placing an emphasis on decoration, which is not Kay's preference in terms of user-friendliness. As far as it goes, if you are a bowman in the main business, you will be attracted to nature and this one.

"I have a point to make when I say this, but are many bowmen still going to buy this arrow?

"Right, the hunters in the neighboring villages and the mercenaries I know…. The hunters of Taaf Village bought a dozen copies when they came here before."

"The village of Taaf...... is it Mandel?

"Did you know? Yes, Mr. Mandel."

"Well, so is Mandel…………."

Ho, a voice that impressed me. Montan's ratings increase even further in Kay.

……

Montan watches it in silence to Kay, who carefully observes the arrows in his hands. To be honest, it was Montan's pace if I got this far, but I don't think it's a bad idea to be put on it.

"…… by the way, what's the price?

Montan smiles back, too, to Kay's inquiry with a smile.

"It's a set of ten, and it's sixty copper coins."

"Hmm."

Six copper coins in one bottle. Considering that the market can be traded for two copper coins, or maybe five small copper coins if it's cheap, that's a pretty blown price. Of course, if you add that it is a rare level of high quality, you can be satisfied with it at a somewhat higher price.

"However, if you buy thirty bottles, you will also be accompanied by leather arrows. … Will Kay be riding a horse?

"Yeah. I'm good at shooting."

"Well, that was just fine."

With that said, Montan removed a large arrow barrel from the nearby cabinet.

"This is it. If it's a normal size arrow I've created, I'll go in up to forty-five. You can attach it to your horse's saddle if you need it. Created by an acquaintance of mine, sturdiness is origami."

"Ugh."

Also, take it and check it. The seams are solid and look sturdy, as Montan put it. asked this craftsman to process Mikazuki's skin, Kay thought,

"- Okay, let's buy it. Thirty, please."

"Oh, thank you."

To Kay, who is not at all lost, Montan lowers his head as he is slightly surprised.

"By the way, is it possible to introduce the craftsman who made this arrow?"

"Yeah, because I'm acquainted. …… What can I do for you?

"Um, actually, I have horse butt skin, but it's a thoughtful product, so I'd like to have it processed by a skilled craftsman"

"I see. If that's the case, it definitely isn't. Let me show you later."

"Thank you."

At the conclusion of the business meeting, Montan tries to go to the back room to pick up the inventory of arrows, but Kay calls it off.

"I'm sorry. There's one more thing I need to ask you."

"What would that be?

"Earlier, you said 'normal size arrows', but is there a larger size arrow that is longer than this?"

"Long arrow, is it?"

"Oh. Because I want you to see this"

Remove the "dragon scale through" with the string removed from the cloth case. When the string is removed, the composite bow looks a little more compact than it actually is, as it flips backwards into the letter C. But when Kay retightened his strings, Montan frowned when he saw the whole "dragon scale through" thing.

"... That's a bigger bow. Is the arrow not long enough?"

Craftsmen are the only boulders, and with one eye I realize what Kay is trying to say.

"Not enough, that's not to say. Since this bow is particularly tense, it is not a problem for normal arrows for normal use. But suppose you try to maximize the potential of this bow..."

"- We need to pull more strings,"

Take over the words, hmm, nodding montane.

"That bow, may I touch it?

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

When Kay handed him the "Dragon Scale Throughout," Montan's hand jumped cuckoo the moment he received it. "Whoa," he said, surprised, as he did when Mandel, I guess he was struck by the lightness that betrayed his appearance.

"That's a very light bow...... what is this sturdy!?

In an attempt to pull the string, the face of the montan with his hands was stunned and distorted.

"I told you, that bow is tense"

Montan, who tries to get Kay on Doya's face to approximate and somehow pull the string, turns his face bright red and roars out, "Gu, no, no..."

I was Kay watching it raw and warm for a while, but surprisingly I stopped worried about the boulders to a montan who didn't try to stop me after all this time because he hated losing.

"…… it is better not to impose, especially with bare hands. If you suck, your fingers will go bad."

"Damn, what a bow......!

In the end, Montan, who could only pull his elbow a little past, is about to regret waving his right hand "Itte......"

"... this is another awesome bow. I am also somewhat familiar with the working pattern, the handling of bows...... I have never had a bow with no teeth so far. I beg your pardon, but Kay used this in action, didn't he?

Kay, who gave some questionable montane an invincible smile, pulled the "dragon scale through" all the way around his ear to show it.

"Suck, wow, so mildly......!

An eye-opening, flashing montan. As surprising as it was until its crisp, Kay's Doya face doesn't know where to stay.

"No...... but I know exactly what's going on! It's a larger arrow, but I know a few, so please wait a minute."

With no heart or a rough nose, Montane softly flies into the back room without waiting for Kay's reply. With butterflies, rattles and the sound of fishing shelves and drawers, and a massive arrow bundle after a while, the glittering montane returned.

"Thank you for waiting! As a matter of fact, I've been studying a lot of new types of arrows, but I've brought some prototypes with me."

"Well, that's..."

"First, it's a larger size arrow. Originally tailored for Longbow, but I thought it would work just fine for that bow."

What was handed to me was an arrow with blue dyed feathers that was longer than what I was using right now. I tried it and led it to the bow and I could pull it just around my ear. Critical and all over the load on both arms. It was hard for Kay to keep it pulled to his ear, and the leeway to long aim with this arrow didn't seem like a boulder. - But for that matter, you can expect a lot of power.

"This isn't bad either. If it's just luxury, I'd prefer the arrows to be a little thinner. I want to place more emphasis on penetration than on impact."

"Is it narrow… for example, is it like this"

"Oh yeah, that arrow looks good"

"Fortunately, I have a replacement. As long as you have time, will we exchange it?

"Excellent, please.... By the way, what's the replacement fee?

"It's a service."

A montan that lets you bow your head. The two of us look at each other and laugh. At this point, they were both pretty norry.

"Okay, let's buy this long arrow too. Inventory?"

"Twelve, including one."

"I bought it. All of it."

"Thank you."

"... So, what else? I guess that's not the end of it, is it?

"Of course it is. Here's what I want to show you next."

The montan offered was a slightly longer red feather arrow, not as long as the earlier long arrow. Notably, its thickness. Thicker than a normal arrow. The arrow also had several holes in its characteristic conical shape, the shape of which was reminiscent of a needle somewhere.

"Is this... is it hollow inside"

"Yes, this will be an arrow assuming a large beast hunt. The hole in the arrow connects to the end hole through the cavity in the arrow."

"... how does it make bleeding stronger even with a stab release?

"You know. Needless to say, the more effective it is. However, because of the cavity inside, it is light for the volume, easy to be flushed by the wind, and it has the disadvantage that the normal bow does not produce much power... I thought that bow would do."

"Interesting. How many do you have?

"It's a prototype, about three copies"

"I bought it. All three."

"Thank you very much. Continue with this arrow."

A flowing act, montans taking out arrows after arrows, "Interesting!" "Bought it!" and Kay buys it off one after the other with momentum on the spot. The tension gradually rises for both of us, and the impromptu sale of the prototype heats up even further.

"Hey, if my people have bad habits again..."

Kiska, who had finished reading the letter a long time ago, sighs with her hands on her cheeks.

"Oh, oh..."

Next to him, Irene, who nodded vaguely at Kiska's words, had a pulling grin.

Regardless of the first long arrow or bleeding arrow, the prototype after that is a waste of money no matter what you think. For example, there is obviously no practicality in the arrows or the like where the melody currently being shown is switched.

(Not really, I'd rather not waste money......)

Thinking about the future, Irene wanted to advise you that, but the silver coins used to pay in the first place were earned after Kay came to this world to fight the bandits. Eileen has no right to speak out for that use.

(Besides, I don't usually buy impulses...)

So far, it is unusual for Kay to buy things with momentum.

(I wonder if it's stressful...)

Thinking about it, I could no longer say anything to Eileen.

"Mom, I'm hungry -"

and, at that time, the voice of the child from behind Eileen.

Looking back, a cute little girl about ten years old has her face out of the back room.

"Oh, Lily. Are you back yet?

"Yeah! Today, I switched earlier than usual."

To Kiska's inquiry, the girl, known as' Lily ', nodded vigorously.

"Er......?

"Oh. This is my daughter Lily."

To Eileen leaning down her neck, Kiska prompts Lily to say "Greetings, Customer".

"Nice to meet you, I'm Lily. It's ten."

Pepper, give me a hand, Lily. Irene, a child lover, smiled unexpectedly at that adorable bow.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Irene. Nice to meet you."

Lily also has a hung smile on Eileen, who crouched down to Lily's gaze and said in a gentle tone.

"Then I want to introduce you to this arrow!

"What is this! It's a very complicated mechanism..."

"Heh heh, this will be my confident piece, the arrow that assumes" controlling a multitude in one "!

"What!? What the hell kind of mechanism..."

Kay and Montane are so excited about Irene and the others.

"... Once that happens, it's a long time for our people. Lily, is it time to snack? Mr. Eileen, would you like a cup of tea with me in the back, if you like?

"Yeah. Happy..."

Irene nodded bitterly at Kiska's suggestion.

- In the end, the enthusiastic feast of the hobbyists lasted until the sun went down as it was.

†††

Northwest Satina, Slam.

Outside the walls, in the sewers stretching out of the city, this ghetto, which spreads so as to persevere, is a nest of outlaws and discriminated against people who cannot get inside the walls.

Sewer - Even though it is surrounded by stone slabs and covered with lids, it cannot be completely prevented until it smells. A nauseating stench, dirty water leaking out of the gap, and an extremely unhygienic and bad environment.

But such a thin and dirty road, a man goes.

Black habitual hair that neglected to be cared for and stretched to blush. Clothes that are long worn or have completely faded in color. His eyes were restless somewhere, he tried to shrink his nasty body, and he walked fast.

The man's name is Boris.

In the city of Satina, he was once involved in the production of arrows - "former" craftsmen.

Boris progresses through the complex alley in the slam without getting lost. Right to left, left to right. A maze-like trail formed by a splash house.

How much would I have walked? Boris went out further west of the slum, on a lonely street with few people.

Keep your cat back, lean against the house, take a small sigh and rest your legs. If you look around, you hardly see any figures around - except a few.

An old woman with a suspicious atmosphere, sitting in a small chair. He arranges crystal shards and animal bones on a run-down, dirty desk. Are you also a fortune teller beside a beggar around the place where you keep a plate with small copper coins? Even as Boris stands right next to him, he stays on his knees and doesn't move like a statue.

And on the other side of the road, sitting down on the ground, sinister, eye-catching, filthy men. They were carving black tattoos on their faces, looking after their rusty swords. The people of the meadow who were chased home in the battle ten years ago and fell by the vagabonds?

Or...

With a sharp gaze, Boris hastily turned away from the men.

…………

The hustle and bustle of the city is far away, and the air is heavy. The wind blowing through the alley is pregnant with faint tension.

Only the disturbing tranquility was there.

…………

Tan, Tan, Tan, Tan.

Boris stomps his foot so as to put an end to that silence.

Tan, Tan, Tan, Tan.

Like a child who kills his spare time.

"…… there she is."

For the first time then, the old woman moved.

In a slow motion, the old woman, pointing toward Boris, grins, peeling out her yellow teeth.

"……… did you not see the raven? Raven."

In response to that inquiry, Boris answered only, slightly nervously, "Oh, I saw it".

"Really? I saw it, too. A black raven..."

The old woman's eyes, whitey and cloudy, grinning creepily. What did you see with those blind eyes?

"…… sit down. Let's divine the future……………."

As the old lady said, Boris takes the opposite seat. Gish, and the sound of a tiny chair. To the old woman, who said, "Give me your hand," I offered her my right hand in silence. An arm as thin as a dead branch strokes Boris' hand.

…… White. "

The old lady told me.

"White, with wings. Be careful. He brings death to the Lord……."

Boris swallowed a saliva for the ominous words.

"If you avoid the white feathers, will you be okay"

"…… Yes."

When the obscure old woman withdrew her hand to stroke.

Above Boris' palm, a small metal case.

"Now…… go. Only a few moments left…"

Boris, who missed the case and stood silently, left the spot early.

On my back, feeling the gentle gaze of the men with swords -.

Just turn back the way you came.

A thin dirty trail at dusk. It was the castle of the city of Satina that I walked for a while and saw ahead. In front of the Gate connecting Slam to the Old Town, there were people lined up to enter the city, although not as far south as the main entrance.

Shut up and Boris will line up at the rear too. The columns seemed to be subdivided into five people and checked. Hard-faced guards armed with short spears. Boris is restless, and poorly slams with a tan, a tan, a tan. As if, a tired child waiting. One of the guards looked at such a boris with a frigid odor. Little by little, but steadily, the line moves on.

"Next! Five, get in!

Boris' turn came. One in front and three in the back. Into the gates.

"All right, everybody take off your shoes on the spot! Hands behind your head!

Inside the gate, one guard who royally cries out. Unlike the other guards, they wear metal chest armor. The helmet is a testament to the white feather decorations - senior officers, captainship. For a moment, Boris, stretching his body, leaned down in a panic as he was about to meet the captainship of White Wings.

"…… Hmm?

But you thought that looked suspicious. Utterly, and in footsteps, the captainship slowly approaches Boris.

My mouth is dry and my body is dry. Desperately, pray.

Just don't stand out. Whether it's like a rolling stone around...

"You, what are you hiding!!

Voice of intimidation. I accidentally drew blood from my face, but the voice was not directed at Boris.

Look, next door. A skinny woman dressed like a bolo cloth is being beaten down by a guard.

"Captain! This woman, put something like this in her shoes..."

One of the guards offered a small leather bag to the captain. The captain, who received it with a stern expression, spreads the bag and examines the inside.

Sara, spilling white powder.

The captain, who licked the powder on his fingertips and spit out his peppers,

"……… drugs."

"I do not know! I remember you."

"Yeah, shut up! Don't twitch!

The guards beat the woman screaming with a trembling voice even more with a baton.

"Stop it! Don't hit me any more!

but the captainship breaks in between the guards and the woman and causes the assault to stop immediately. He said a word to the woman who looked at the captain with a gaze, and snuck at the inner door of the gate with his chin.

"Take him."

Gashy, two inflexible guards grab both sides of the woman and force them to stand.

"There are a few things I'd like to ask him. Be polite... now (...) is (...) kill (...)

The woman, pale in her face, trembled with tenderness in her horrible eyes, as if to see a bug.

"No, no! No, I really don't! Help! Somebody! Somebody!

"Shit, don't go wild!

"Take him away!

A semi-frequent woman rumbles out, but resistance is weak, and she is taken to the inner chamber of the walls.

"... he's a fool, that's when you fall into slavery..."

"... no... even tougher these days..."

"……… Carrier……… without exception beheading………."

"... unless you die in the middle of an interrogation..."

The people in the waiting order who watched it whisper words, but they all shut their mouths perfectly to the big cough of captainship.

"Come on, stay still."

Even before Boris, a guard came. A random hand checks the body from the foot to the top. Captain White Wings staring at it. The guard's exploring hand finally touched a metal case of nostalgia.

……

A moment of tension. Firmly, the guard who ascertained the shape of the case from the top of his clothes - glimpses Boris, who strengthens his face, and releases his hand as he is.

"Nor is this man unusual."

Looking back, the guard, who tells the captain with no food on his face, was one of those who stared at Boris' impoverished slack earlier.

"Um, then go through."

The heavily nodded captainship takes his gaze off Boris like he lost interest. Boris, breathing out thin and long, put his shoes back on and slowly slipped through the small gate.

"- Next five, get in!

Listening far rearward to the captain's voice, he enters the back alley behind one or two bottles, and Boris finally takes a sigh of relief.

(It was dangerous...)

The face was sneaky. Walk cursorily through a dim, but exceptionally cleaner alley surrounded by the sun than a slum, in the footsteps of a dead man.

Eventually, we arrived at a small tavern with a bright light.

"……… ale"

Sit at the counter and place your order with your husband in an unchallenged voice. Amber liquid poured out of the barrel onto the wooden jock and was rampantly placed in front of him.

"Hey, brother. How are you doing?"

I was just about to put my mouth to the jock and one skinny guy gets used to it and sits in the seat next to Boris and talks to me.

"…… good."

Boris, who answered in a shady tone, offered the man next door the case he had removed from his nostrils under the counter. A man who receives it with no food on his face.

"That's more than that. How's it going? How's it going up there?

"……… If you're a wife, you've escaped a long time ago."

"Ha ha, no, you did. Sorry, sorry, I forgot."

With a mean grin, the man acts on a metal case and instead puts a small leather bag in front of Boris.

"That means it's my luxury today. You must swallow plenty."

See you later, while the man took his seat and left the tavern as it was.

……

Cursorily, in a slow motion, Boris ascertains the contents of the leather bag.

Dozens of dull shiny copper coins.

One silver coin is a little short. Bulky, but not worth so much. Such a number.

"…… that's all."

I squirmed pompously and small. This is the price of your life. I feel like I've been told that.

"…… Shit."

Clear the jock and pour in the ale. I can't help but taste the bitter cheap liquor, but I still can't help but swallow it. Dozens of copper coins. It's a better earner than working normally, but still it wasn't enough to pay off my debts. I have to repeat this job a few more times, or a dozen more times.

"……… ale"

Boris glanced at the thin brightness of the lamp swinging in the ceiling as he offered an empty jock.

Earlier, a metal case I carried. I can't imagine how much that contents would actually be when it was sold out. But when it comes to the end price, it shouldn't fit ten or twenty pieces of silver coins.

Yet my hand is less than a single piece of silver coin.

"…… Shit!

Raise the ale. It was sad. It was vain. Boris doesn't even know the name of the man who gave him the case earlier. We were still lucky today, but if we make a mistake, Boris will follow the same end path as the woman earlier. Lizard tail, the end of which is also the end. I even nauseated at my little things. Even as I moaned that the world was unfair, it was a fun time to go through the back of my brain. Still, as an artisan, I was able to be active.

"…… It was good back then"

Pompous. At the same time I shrugged, I thought of Montan's face.

"Why am I………!

And the hand that holds the jock is strong.

"You should taste it once too..."

Taste of this cheap alcohol.

End-of-place, flattering little liquor store.

The poison spit out by the rotten man, in the dim darkness, melted and disappeared.