Welcome to the Monsters’ Guild ~ The Strongest Group Who Did Everything, for a Price ~

"All you need to cure this disease is the nectar or sap of a plant demon."

"Honey and sap?

"Yeah, plant demons are so tough compared to regular plants. And that toughness also applies to resistance to disease."

"I'm strong. No, no, no, no."

And, proudly, Trent speaks up.

"Then if you have that nectar or sap?

Dry adds nod.

"You can also give wheat resistance to diseases of plant demons. It's literally a plant medicine."

"Then please hurry!

Now that we know we can get the pills, John hurries Rise fast.

"Please don't make it easy! Handing over sap to plant demons is tantamount to giving blood to humans! I don't know what would happen to Trent if I gave him sap in my barley fields!

Dry adds furiously to John, who has casually asked for sap.

Surely if you give him the sap of Trent in all the wheat fields around him, Trent will be gone. Plus, dry adds the same size as humans.

"Shh, excuse me"

"Ha, you should reflect more. If you'd been paying better attention to the wheat, you wouldn't have noticed it before it got so bad? That would have made the damage much smaller, wouldn't it? It was your failure that blinded me about the change in front of you and missed the important wheat sickness. And it's not just my field, it's even the other one.

"Yes...... our apologies"

John shrinks when he is preached by a beautiful dry ad.

Dry adds, who sees how it is, mouths its continuation with a small sigh.

"... Well, the wheat in the fields around here grows very well. That's because they're raised with proper affection."

"Eh?"

John is suddenly confused by being praised by dry ads.

"Plants are very delicate creatures. If we're going to feed them more than we can move on our own, we have to take care of them."

"Ha ha..."

"But I feel joy from the wheat in the field that hasn't shriveled yet. That's because you take good care of the wheat."

Although I don't know what Dry Ads intended, Rise, who believes in her, decided to keep an eye on the conversation.

"So I'll be there to help the wheats in the field. THANK YOU!!"

"Ha, yes!

Apparently, it was just a tundra.

"Now we will collect Trent's sap, so please prepare as many buckets of water as possible. And the same number of patterns!

"I understand!

John rushes out happy to be ordered by the dry ads.

The face looked delightfully nibbled, and it seemed doubtful if the wheat was really only nibbling at the joy of healing.

"Hey, if I take the sap, Trent will………."

After all, the problem of putting Trent's life in danger if he takes too much sap has not been solved. That's what bothered me. Rise speaks to Dry Ads.

"Yeah, if you use the stock solution as it is, Trent will die. So I'm going to dilute the sap with water."

Dry adds with a nigga laugh.

"Water!? Is that a good thing to dilute!?"

"It's demonic fluid, so you should dilute it. It's too irritating for just plants."

"Oh, as good as it gets. That's why you have to get water."

I'm convinced you're right if you ask me, Rise.

Medicine is not very different from poison if it is too effective.

The demonic sap of plants in particular is more burdensome on plants than demons with tough flesh. That's enough to dilute and weaken the effect. I guess it's just fine.

"Because that one needed a little reflection. Because I was worried about the plants in the field in the future if they didn't understand that making cheap choices without thinking about it would make a big mistake."

Apparently he said something harsh on purpose to admonish John.

Nevertheless, it was not such a responsible circumstance for John himself that he would have intended to draw attention only to it.

"And this disease, it's not something around here, is it? It's from my own people, but it looks like it's more of a disease in the South."

The superior plant demons can share information with distant genus. The reason is unknown, but the demonic researchers thought it might be the power the plants had gained because they could not possibly speak.

"Was he a merchant from the South or from so far away?

"Well, maybe it was attached to the package you purchased."

Two people bothering their heads with unanswered problems.

"I brought a bucket and a pattern!

John, who carried him with a bucket of water on the O8, lowered the bucket as he let his breath out.

"Then, master, please collect Trent's sap."

Encouraged by the dry adds, Rise pulls out the dagger he was carrying on his hips and stands in front of Trent.

"Trent, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have you split the sap."

"Okay. Ah."

Trent comes down the branch, so Rise puts a cut in the branch with a dagger.

Then the sap flooded out of the wound.

"Trent, please pour the sap into the barrel here."

"Let it go. Whoa."

Trent slowly moves his roots and walks to where the bucket is.

"Oh, oh..."

John is unexpectedly distracted by the sight of a giant tree walking slightly.

Trent then sticks the tip of his own branch into the barrel.

"That's enough, I'll take you to the next bucket."

Dry adds give instructions after counting for about ten seconds.

"Okay. Ah."

Trent sticks one branch into the barrel after the other.

"It's as good as this. All you have to do is sprinkle this medicine in the roots of the wheat, mixed with sap in the bucket of water, and let it suck from the roots. So the treatment is complete."

"Ho, is that true!? Oh, thank you very much!

John gives his voice to joy at the unexpected and easy healing.

"Shall we just sprinkle the water?"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Ugh, wow!?"

I guess I finally realized that Dry Adds was a monster after all I got here. John screamed.

"Then we'll start sprinkling water."

The dried ads stretch out and sprinkle the surrounding fields with water one after the other.

Then the wheat in the field sprinkled with water raises its neck, and the stalks that were shriveling become thick and splendid.

……

To that overly distant sight, John looked at the dry adds with a flashing face.

(I knew fear would prevail when I saw a different part from humans......)

Rise that makes me feel just a little lonely.

After a short while, the dry-ads that seem to have finished spraying the water return.

"Safe, the treatment is complete. But the disease may still be on the grass around here. If you experience the same symptoms, please come to us immediately. Delays in contacting you will spread the disease again, so for a while you will be watching it clearly in the field. It's a promise."

"Ha, ha-ha!

Attention to dry adds at close range, accidentally lagging behind John.

……

They take an obvious rejection attitude and the face of the dry ad is slightly cloudy.

"Anyway, the treatment is over, so why don't we pull up today?"

Rise, who has decided that there is nothing further to stay, orders a raise.

Dry ads also snort around and come to Rise not to frighten John.

"Then we're in this. We will ask you again at a later date."

John nodded.

And it was then that the three of them tried to go home.

"Oh, that!

John caught his voice and pulled away the Rises.

"Something?

John stuffs words even when he tries to speak, breathing heavily and uttering words again, although he shuts up for a moment.

"Ah, thank you very much!

That was a word of gratitude.

"I couldn't cure wheat sickness on my own! So thank you all!

Words of thanks from John, Dry Adds and Trent.

Clumsy but straightforward gratitude.

"……… You're welcome."

"Don't worry about it."

Dry Adds and Trent respond to that feeling again.

Their feelings were certainly connected at this time.

Over the hedge of the race.

"And if I let the wheat shrivel again..."

John goes on with the words.

"Please punish me then with Mr. Dryad's whip!

"Eh?"

A dry ad that sees John with a pocan face wondering what he's talking about.

"Mr. Dry Ads' thumb! I wish Mr. Rin Dry Ads would slap me with that cunt! No more! Enjoy!"

John sees a dry ad's tweezer with a tranced face.

Apparently it was just a pervert.

"Hey, what are you talking about!?"

"Oh that face! Your face scolding me earlier was awesome too. Thank you very much!

"Hey, hey, my husband, Trent! Please do something about this man!

"Love is a personal freedom."

"Hang in there."

Apparently, their feelings weren't connected.

(I think I might be able to symbiote other than that)

Rise was optimistic as John stuck to the dry ad petals and watched the sight of him being slapped and tranced with a sledge wherever he shook the sole.

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"But a traveling merchant hey..."

On the way home from work, Rise twinkles with potpourri.

"What's wrong?

Dry adds look a little tired from John's opponent.

"What's wrong?

Rise answers with a bitter smile, called out by Dry Adds and Trent.

"No, the traveling merchant bought the old wheat for a higher price than the market."

"What's wrong with that?

Dry Adds and Trent with their necks about what's wrong.

"No, I was thinking maybe you really didn't want wheat, you were going to hide the wheat and make the wheat in this town sick."

"Someone deliberately made the wheat sick!?"

Surprisingly eye-opening dry adds.

She couldn't believe that there might be a human being doing that to a plant that had no sin whatsoever.

"Loud! It's only a matter of possibility. It's only a matter of possibility."

Rise flatters the loud dry adds.

Rise, who continued to fight in the war, was unconsciously distrustful of the merchants who came out to talk to him.

It was the speculation necessary to survive a battle that could never end.

Rise laughs bitterly at herself when she suspects only a merchant who has never had one.

"I'm surprised."

"I never thought I'd be so surprised."

"Is there a bad person?

Trent also infuriates anger at the possibility of being in malicious contact with plants.

"So it's only a matter of possibility."

"I guess so."

Rise grins bitterly that even Trent overreacted.

Because Trent lives longer than a human being, he is usually relaxed and doesn't have a very large mouth count.

But when there is danger to the plant, he also shows strong anger.

Seeing such a sight, Rise worried that if there were to be more plant diseases in the future, there would be adverse effects on the dry adds as well.

"Hey, dry adds."

"What is it, your husband?

"Don't the dry ads suffer from plant diseases or something? You said earlier that you wouldn't get sick because you have a sap in your body that would be a drug, but aren't some diseases that don't work?

Rise, who imagined the sight of what if, could not help but question dry adds, even if he knew it was pointless.

"Right. We have resistance to roughly all diseases. But it doesn't mean you don't have a disease that doesn't work."

"Is that so?"

After all, Rise is dismayed to hear that none of the dry adds are all-purpose even though they are resistant.

"But if we fall, I don't think every plant in the world will die of the same disease."

Dryad laughs with Couscous and laughs off Rise's worries that that won't happen.

"So it's no use thinking about it."

"I guess so. I think we should take care of this."

There are no medicines in plants, which means that there are no medicines to adapt to the demons of the Arlaune plant type.

Rise feared that the cute demons would fall ill for an unexplained reason.

"Right! Think about what happens when you study medicines that can help plant demons like Arlaune and others!

I thought Rise was a nice idea.

"Well, it's lovely! That's your husband!

Dry adds delighted with the kindness of Rise who cares for us.

"I wonder if it would be better to study the sap components of Trent and the others."

"And then it's good to look at the herbs and all that."

"There's so much to do."

Rise laughs bitterly thinking about what is to come.

Speaking of which,

"Yes?"

"I drugged Trent's sap with the medicine earlier, but you said honey would also be a medicine. Do you even have a dry ad for that honey?

"…… Yes, I do."

For some reason, dry adds dye my cheeks.

"What the hell kind of honey is that? Dry ads don't have flowers, do they?

As Rise questioned him, Dryad whispered in his ear with a glossy voice as he snuggled at him.

"If you wish, we can always provide it."

"……… one of these days, please"

It was Rise who somehow felt better not to know.