Wolf Barrel 5.56

morning of the day of departure.

The sky is as pleasant as it feels.

It was as if you were blessing my first formation.

Being first on South Gate Square, the meeting place, I was glittering with the expanded map as I had breakfast with a mayonnaised BLT sandwich and fruit juice bought in the morning market.

The position I was given on this assignment was "scouts".

In other words, while guarding the perimeter in the avant-garde position, he sat down to lead the squad. It was my first trip to another world and I was worried I wouldn't get lost, but the travel routes are just going straight down the big streets, so I wouldn't even have to hema overlooking the guidance signs.

For once, I've spent the last two days tapping the route perfectly into my head. The lettering on the sign is perfect. The closer you close your eyes, the more maps float behind your eyelids, the more fluorescent markers you can pull on the route. I don't care. [M]

When I finished my final confirmation and raised my face from the map, just in front of me the carriage was making a long line. The tail of the row crossed the south gate, crossed the stone arch bridge and stretched to the street. These groups are pedestrians and carriers coming from elsewhere and are being inspected by guards at the gate.

Loading is a wide variety of fresh food, fuel, groceries, and minerals. In this world without trucks or freight trains, logistics is thus made up of people and horses. One person was convinced, with a blurry view of the sight, I see.

And from now on, I will be responsible for some of this flow.

The moment I think about it, my skin starts to flatter.

I drank the juice and swallowed the pneumonia from my stomach.

"Good luck with your work, Bonanza"

"Lulu."

Gently scratch the fitting's fitted nose tip, then return your gaze to the gate.

Face guard connected to the waist belt.

Tactical vest full of ammunition.

Wrap yourself in brand new gear.

I was burning quietly.

By the time it was assembly time, everyone was in place.

There are seven members, including me.

It can be divided into three groups.

- First, me and Mr. Lucca pair.

Mr. Lucca is the usual, lightly designed, lacquered black plate armor equipped with a combination of flashy wine red skirts that I'm not sure about. Her armor is thinner in sheet metal than common armor and looks like it would be easy to scratch if tapped with a hammer, but forged with a material that is many times harder than steel, much more protective than it looks.

Under armor, black inner suit.

The main weapon is Broadsword.

- Next, a pair of men in their fifties or so and boys in middle school or so.

If you are a middle-aged man, Gatai is good, heavy armor on the big shield and you can tell you are a warrior at a glance. But the boy is more in his usual clothes like he sees in town, and I don't know what role he's in.

- Finally, a threesome of about 17,8 years old.

One has an orthodox wizard style: a dark green-based robe with a tree wand decorated with snakes. The other two are warrior types wearing sheet metal armor combined with iron plates. The Lord's Army is a larger shield on a one-handed sword. He wears an assembled bowgun on the back hip and a box-type arrow barrel.

As far as the exchange goes, the wizard is the leader, and the two of them are surrounded or something? I greeted them all around once, but only these three returned no greetings. I can't even say it's very friendly from the perspective that it can be directed at. Ma, I don't care.

Truth be told, this can be the first day I see a member's face. Originally, it's a light but meeting before the mission starts, but at any rate, it's like a day job that anyone can do this time, so that kind of procedure is omitted.

And this time the escort is a two-headed carriage.

"Heh, it's well made"

The carrier is secured with a sturdy metal box, which is also disappointingly reinforced by thick metal around the wheel. It looks like a cash truck. It would be impossible to destroy this thick armor if it wasn't dynamite either.

I'm a little intrigued, get close and touch Petapetta.

From my fingertips, it conveyed the feeling of iron sucking away my body temperature.

By the way, it's a secret what the shipment is.

I'm just wondering what's in there...

(Dah, no!

Driven by the urge to stick a wire in the key hole and chatter as I thought it would be, I enjoyed professionalism there.

Apart from this, another carriage is available.

There's loads of adventurers' luggage, supplies, and spare wheels over here.

"Hmm, what is this?

When I had nothing to do and was flirting, I discovered a pile of crates left on the street.

If you look closely, it's a box containing the living supplies paid for by the Alliance.

But why are you putting it here? and with his neck clenched,

"Whoa, you were just in the right place"

I heard a voice from my back.

Looking back, that middle-aged adventurer stood.

His name is... but Mr. Roger. He is also responsible for this assignment.

It's like a headland thinly shredded by rough waves. Intimidating eagle nose. Gray short hair.

A man who feels unspeakably heavy in his eyes and waist. The first time I tried to say hello to Mr. Roger, I had a slight hip pull, but he gave me a proper greeting back. And with the nihil grin of "Sunset Gunman" Lee Van Cleef all the time. In an instant, the world was dyed sepia colors of western plays. He's a cool uncle.

That Roger told me in a bit of a hurry.

"I'm sorry, could you just load up there for a second?

"Yes, I understand," I answer in two replies.

"Thank you. Well, thank you."

That's what I left behind, and I left in a hurry. The person in charge also seems busy with a lot of things.

He asked me to, so I'm just getting to work.

But there was a good amount for seven people.

I need your help... but Mr. Lucca can't guess. That wizard threesome is also sprinkling cigarettes against the wall. I can't even guess this one.

You have to. If you're working on giving up,

"Bo, can I help you too?

Someone reached out to me trying to hold a crate.

When I looked up, he was about that junior high boy.

Thank you and lift one crate for both of us.

"My name is Marco Santi. You can call me Marco."

She smiles like fluffy cotton wool on the face of a child wrapped in thin golden short hair. Low height, just about my shoulder in the head position. Overall, there was a loving atmosphere like a child squirrel. He is a cute little boy of Janice descent who seems to be widely accepted from the younger to the housewives on TV.

I'll introduce myself while I smile back. [M]

"My name is Ogami Singo. In Singo."

"Nice to meet you, Singo"

"Nice to meet you, Marco"

"haha" "haha"

It was as if it was a new class and I had the embarrassment of saying hello to someone in the front seat.

I thought Marco was about a junior high school student, but to my surprise, he was 18 years old just like me.

And like me, I hear this request is my first job.

Roger, who was accompanying him, said he was Marco's uncle and asked me to do this job to support him. By the way, Mr. Roger seems to be such a well-known adventurer in this town. Surely that piercing is not something that ordinary people can put out.

Mr. Roger is talking to a guild official right now.

"By the way, what position is Marco in?

I ask casually as I push the crate into the back of the carrier.

"I'm primarily a healer and a wagon driver."

Marco is not worthy of a small body, and he manipulates that seemingly difficult two-headed carriage. Besides, medical technology has also been studied in decent institutions, so they can do complicated suture surgery alone. Wow, and honestly impressed, he was blushing and scratching the back of his head.

"I think Singo is amazing enough."

"I guess so."

"Don't be modest. Officials told you? He said he crusaded the bandits by himself, and besides rescuing the hostages by himself!

Marco's eyes, speaking hot, sparkled with admiration.

Now it was my turn. [M]

"Hey, let me talk to you then, if you like."

"Not a big deal, if that's okay"

"Really!? Dinner."

"What's so great about you?"

A thorny voice broke into our conversation.

Marco startles and stretches his shoulders out in surprise.

The Lord of the Voice was that wizard. Soon the threesome came right next door.

If you look at it, there's a thin snag in its mouth.

... It doesn't look like we want to have a friendly chat.

Marco, who reacted quickly to the vicious atmosphere, wandered his gaze with most of them.

The wizard man took over our interrupted conversation in an arrogant tone.

"I'm not worried about killing all my pigs for drinking. Hmm, if you're a wizard, you can do it with ease."

"Right"

Answer without hesitation, while sending a gaze to Marco, who is frightened that it will be okay, to continue the work.

"Look, my magic value is 140. If I were you, I'd blow up every building in ten seconds."

"That's amazing"

Every hostage, let's not say.

I don't think you can do that.

"Right."

"I'm different from a garbage guy like you, I'm different."

"Heh."

"Well, that's how you do chores so you don't get in my way at best."

"Yes, sir."

Ignore half and cross in front of the threesome.

It's like a breeze to me that I deal with Mr. Lucca every day. Continue carrying the load without a proper fit. Marco said he didn't like these kinds of air and was atrophied while leaning all the way down.

You got angry about not being dealt with, the wizard eats down.

"Hey, wait a minute."

"What is it?"

"You don't know who I am! The name of Dominic Schweijar!

"I don't know."

"You're a handicapped bastard, you Lucca Francoise breeder!

Once separated there.

The wizard who noticed something - Dominic laughed with his nose as he mocked.

"By and large, what are you dressed like?" while pointing at me with a cigarette. "Hey you guys, check out this guy's outfit"

Two of them made me crawl through my gaze and laugh like a fool.

A mockery that makes people's hearts cold falls on my back.

"Ugh, no. So you're gonna armor me? What could prevent this from happening?

He's got a halfway mask because he can't buy a helmet.

"Ha, right? You're gonna laugh!

Dominic gets back on track, laughs loudly at the moment.

"You know what? This guy hasn't reached his magic level of 50 yet, has he?," said Dominic.

"Are you serious?!? Why do you call yourself a wizard? Aren't you ashamed?

"You're lying about the bandit crusade anyway."

"Daita Lucca must have done it all and only got the handles."

……

I'm following you.

If you ignore it, then you're tired of it and you thought you were going somewhere, what are you talking about, gut-gut-gut-gut-gut-gut, these guys? Unconsciously, the muscles next to the nose begin to cramp. Even though I can get through, it doesn't mean I don't feel anything. Why do I have to be ridiculed by these guys? It's your first meeting. What's up with the courtesy? I was getting angry, and I turned my face toward the three of them trying to kill them a little bit, and say it back a little - and I took a breath.

Behind the threesome.

Lucca, standing on the wall, was staring at this one with a slightly less stylish eye.

Cause........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Unfortunately, the smoke is flowing towards her. Previously, she dumped a guest who tried to smoke in a restaurant through a window on the third floor to the river without question. I don't feel like stepping out every cigarette in my spine to see from the current noisy sword screen.

I'm not kidding about three seriously injured people before we leave.

Shit like this. When I was in a hurry to do something, a help boat came from an unexpected place.

"Hey, we're done with the process. Don't play. Hurry up."

Mr. Roger is back.

His height is 190 cm tallest among us. The weaponry I wear also houses the used awesomeness that I can't give out to the new. The Rookie threesome, dressed in shiny gear, was overwhelmed by Mr. Roger's presence and, after looking at each other, dispersed in an ill-decided fashion. Mr. Lucca walks away too, who was watching as a jerk. Marco, whose strained air was fogging and worrying eyebrow-roots, exhaled in a howling relief.

"Bad kids."

Mr. Roger shook his head jealously.

And I turned my heel back, and I turned to this one.

"I'm sorry you left the load to me. Uh, you do."

"It's Singo. Ogami Singo"

"Oh yeah, that was you, Ogami. Say hello again."

I take my gloves off on purpose, and then I reach out.

This man is a good man after all.

"Nice to meet you, two days from today"

With all sincerity, I shook that hand.

Then Mr. Roger's eyebrows jumped slightly. And magically roar.

"What's up? ♪ And I

"No... I heard you were a newbie, but that's a hell of a hand for you"

"Hands?" he says and looks at his own hands. "Was something weird?

"No, it's not weird. I'd rather feel safe with this."

"Huh."

I don't know, I reply raw.

To my appearance, Mr. Roger made a smile reminiscent of smoked silver.

"Techniques show up in people's hands. Adventurers and bakers alike. No matter how well you say it with your mouth, if you hold hands, you can see how incisive that person is every day in one shot. Your hand, yes, is like a beast claw living in a rugged mountain. I used it so much at that age, I'm impressed. I crusaded the bandits by myself, and I can snort on this."

"Oh, thank you"

To the earliest words of the arrow succession, it was finally time to return that word.

My hands have changed a lot. [M]

Ever since I've been in this world, I've fired well over 10,000 bullets. Many times the beans have been crushed, the skin torn by the shock, blistering with friction, and each time magically forced to heal. Sometimes I broke my left hand finger with revolver firing gas due to an incorrect grip. I have had a sweet grip on the grip and cut the back of my hand deep with a retracted slide. I don't have time to enumerate such injuries.

Thanks to this, my fingers thickened and my hands became as hard as corn leather.

I was ashamed to show it to people because it was a mess and a mess.

But beast claws, huh?

I was honestly glad you complimented me this way.

Again, I bow my head when I say thank you with all my heart.

Then Mr. Roger slapped me on the shoulder with a bang.

"Besides being polite! Fine indeed! I can safely entrust my scouts with this. I'm counting on you!

The word "expectation" gave me goosebumps.

I said, "Yes! Let me do my best!!" I nodded forcefully. The three of us then finished loading quickly and all the support was in place.

The avant-garde is me.

Next, a spare carriage driven by Mr. Roger. The threesome rides the carriage carriage of this carriage.

The carriage driven by Marco continues behind it.

And the rear guard is Mr. Lucca.

Each one of them takes his place. I also carried an assault backpack and spanned Bonanza.

Only once, Docun and his chest pulse as soon as he captures the view in the front that extends across the gate.

I squeezed the reins in my hand.

Come on.

Let's go!