Wolf Barrel 5.56

The second night came.

The time is 1: 00 in the middle of the night.

I sat down on Marutai like I was yesterday and was on guard alone.

I'm not sleepy because I have four hours of sleep.

I just had a lot of spare time.

……

A blurry view of the burning fire like a watermelon. The smell of burning firewood. Occasionally, the fire explodes as if I remembered. I could hear the owl honking somewhere.

It's a quiet night.

Doing this makes me feel like I'm lying about everything that happens during the day.

Making a patchy noise, watching the powder of fire rising into the night sky.

I was remembering what happened in the rest room.

- After that.

Defeating the thief, we left the spot to the rushed street policeman and rushed into a nearby resting place. Dominic was suffering from a magic deficiency. The symptoms were stiff and I was glad to just give the drip a rest for a while. Thanks to this, the scheduled arrival date slipped in for a day, but well, I can't help it.

We were free to move until Dominic's treatment was over.

Marco inspects the carriage. They said it would be over soon, so I decided to wait for Marco to come back at the Adventurer Alliance outpost. The outpost is a building very similar to the lottery office, about ten tatami spaces. Two officials were seen from the glazed front window. Back then Mr. Lucca said............ I don't know. By the time I realized it, it was gone. It would be a shower.

I sat on a bench provided outside. [M]

"Huh."

Remove the tactical vest and shake it when you take off your hat and bust your head. It feels good to have cold air coming in the gap in my hair that was buildup heat.

Put your back down on the bench, throw your feet sloppily, and get dressed in a water bottle.

Finally, I feel comfortable with one.

"You look tired, Mr. Ogami."

"... eh. Oh, Mr. Roger!?

Turn to your sudden voice.

Soon I realized that Mr. Roger was standing at the outpost desk, and I went out of my way to correct my residence.

"Shh, excuse me"

"You don't have to be afraid of that, but you can make it easier for me," Roger narrowed her eyes and then lowered her brow root like she was having a little trouble. "But am I that crazy? I meant to be nice to you, Ogami, but I didn't know you were that scared... as long as I miss you..."

"Yes, no, it's not! I didn't mean it!

You pity the tone of your voice, so I'll explain it in a hurry.

Then Mr. Roger changed his expression and broke his face sunny.

"Ha, I'm just kidding."

"Hey, don't make fun of me!

"Excuse me. Excuse me."

Successful flirtatious Roger floats a smile with pleasantly deepening the wrinkles of his eyes. That casual smile made me laugh, too.

Mr. Roger said he was here to draw up the report.

He has his elbows on the counter desk at the point of contact, spreading documents lined with small letters like ants' matrices. It's hard to be in charge. Because when you say the battle is finally over, you don't even have time to take off your armor. But he made his spine stand shan, and he didn't even show me his tired bare hands.

On the contrary,

"I will be responsible for reporting on your activities this time. I'm sure you'll appreciate it. Look forward to it."

That being said, I let him wink with tea glamour in the face of a second actor who was likely to be in a Western play. Moment after moment, the world was squarely edged, causing me to illusion as if I were looking over the screen. "..." I don't know why, but my chest made a beating noise.

Instead of paperwork, Mr. Roger kept his sword and large shield with a blacksmith and a man with a skinned forehead. Probably put it out for maintenance.

"A 'defensive barrier mechanism' is incorporated inside the shield. Will you take a look at that," said Roger.

"Ah?" The blacksmith, who turned the great shield upside down, frowned in a daze. "We don't have proper equipment, so we can only check the crystals and calculate the amount remaining, right?

"That's okay."

"... I can't help it, I get it," the craftsman admitted, in an attitude very unlikely to be a customer. "You don't mind if I give it to you at the guild outpost?

"Oh."

"Payment is in advance -"

Somehow I twisted my neck inside listening to the conversation between the two of them. What was that "defensive barrier mechanism" earlier? It was a lot of a nasty name, but I'm sure it's something you should know.

I waited for the conversation to end and then asked Roger.

"Um, what is the defensive barrier mechanism we were talking about earlier?

"Mm-hmm. Is that it? It's a kind of added armor that has suddenly become popular in the last year or two."

"Er...?

"I'm talking about magic items that can create barriers and protect you like a wizard, even if you're not magical."

……

I was stunned to hear that. [M]

I didn't know. Is there even such a thing in this world!?

According to Mr. Roger's story, a defensive barrier mechanism is - a specially machined magic crystal that, if activated with a small amount of magic, can create a barrier in a pseudo manner. For convenience, this barrier is referred to as a "pseudo-barrier".

Due to the fact that pseudo barriers cannot be floated and used in the universe like wizards in office, they are commonly used securely on protective equipment, especially shields and bracelets. Can be used as many times as there is magic in the crystal. Depending on the machining, powerful barriers can also be created, but a high volume of crystals will be required because the magic consumed will also be proportionally greater. Especially since swordsmen like it and use it.

Stand next to Mr. Roger and take notes not to listen to a word.

Before I knew it, there was strength in the pen running on the page.

I was able to win today because they didn't have the loco defense over there. But what if we were all equipped with pseudo barriers and dots that would prevent 5,56mm ammunition? The operation was broken, and worst of all, I could have been dead.

Moreover, in the future, the possibility of fighting the enemies equipped with this is well considered. Imagining an armored knight expanding a pseudo barrier and queuing in a side-by-side row, I felt chilly enough to forget the daylight rays.

"But this is another cool gold-eating bug."

Ha, joking, said Roger, but there was something bitter seeping in its face that couldn't be hidden.

The main material, the Magic Crystal, can't be the low-quality one used in town. Due to the limited space available for it to be worn, it must be small and of high purity. That's why they're so expensive that eyeballs pop up, and even the lowest ranked ones on the adventurer of the calf can't reach them. Besides, maintenance is expensive. They often talk about young adventurers with stretched backs taking on debts because of this.

"Don't let your protective gear erode you," said Roger.

Totally.

It can be used repeatedly because it can recharge magic power, but it naturally costs money to recharge it. And most importantly, fragile. In the middle of the conversation, Mr. Roger sighed many times. Money, money, money. In its heart, this red poor ogamicingo is painfully understandable.

But good.

Expensive means that only a limited number of people are equipped with it.

Because of its rarity and expensiveness, the defensive barrier mechanism is said to be a sort of status symbol for adventurers.

I heard a good story.

When I closed the notebook, I thanked him deeply. [M]

"Thank you, Professor, Roger. I learned a lot."

……

Looking up at the silence as she wondered, Mr. Roger was pocan as if he had seen something unexpected as well. Eventually the expression was loose, and the eyes drew a gentle arc.

"Hahaha, a guy named you at all, you're a really serious guy. I don't really think he's the fierce man who was raging against the thief until just now. No, I liked it more and more!" Mr. Roger turned up his voice and pounded the table tonguely and economically. "If it's okay to talk about my father like this, I'll tell you as much as I can. Come to me whenever you don't know."

"Yes, thank you! Awesome help!!

I bow my head again, overflowing with joy, even as I am pressured by the momentum.

Mr. Roger laughed karakara.

Slightly, I saw Marco waving from the other side.

Apparently, the maintenance is done.

It's not a good idea to interrupt Mr. Roger any more.

"Well, then, you're going with Marco."

"Oh, get some rest."

After I put in a word no, I left the outpost.

Join Marco and head to the space where the store is concentrated.

A belly bug "grunts" up at the scent of the meal in the air. I was empty enough to lose a couple of guts, but I decided to take a shower before I ate.

"Marco, can I just take a shower?

"Huh?... Oh, yeah, right. You better do that."

Marco, who had once again seen me, immediately convinced me.

As of now, when I went straight into the food and drink space, I was so dirty that I was definitely beaten out. [M]

Dirt in battle is more intense than you can imagine. When I exchange lives, the fat in my body melts away and it gets so dirty that I think it's flowing with sweat. From above, dusty powder is covered with dust. It feels like a candy ball dropped in the sandbox.

I just wanted to run into the shower room right now - but it didn't work either.

Looking for a shower room and walking,

"Veen!!

Suddenly, Marco, who was walking next door, clung to me and cried in such a voice that it echoed around. I was really surprised by this. Because Marco, who had been normal until just now, started crying like a fire all of a sudden, without any foretaste. Something and the surrounding gaze gather.

I realized what was causing all this. [M] The thread of tension must have been broken by the fact that I was at the rest stop, which exploded the emotions I was enjoying.

"Jingo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry, Higg, it's so hard. Well, I made it impossible, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Hey, Bogus, Woog, Veaeen!

I tremble on my back and say that to whimpering.

I smiled bitterly. [M] Not at all, even though it's not my fault.

He's really innocent, or he's kind to me.

I'm glad I put my body up for him like that.

It was the moment I thought so.

"Look, that's enough, Marco," I said gently, slapping him on the back. "If it's for a friend, that's about as natural as this, right? So don't cry anymore."

That was a word to comfort Marco.

But.

"Huh!?... si, ngo...... u...... ubb......"

"Uh, hey."

"BUEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

It was supposed to make me cry extra.

Then an hour. Marco's cry was to continue until he ran out of moisture in his body.

afterwards.

I managed to free myself, and I showered safely. We were supposed to have lunch with a rare mentor named Marco and Lucca. Meanwhile, "…" for some reason, Mr. Lucca was sooo infidel and did not try to speak a word. From time to time, he turns his gaze on me like a cat I can't get him to get over. I think its side pointing at my mouth looks younger and cuter than usual, but I don't know what that means. I wonder what doesn't bother you? Well, it didn't start right now that she was whimsical, so I kept moving the knife and fork without worrying.

When the meal was over and I took a breather.

I got a report from the police force.

According to that - all the tattoos carved on the body were together, which showed that they were probably a group of mafia constituents. It is unclear why such people have attacked us for a shipment that is now worthless. What kind of organization you belong to is still under investigation.

Twelve bodies of thieves could be identified on the rocks. Seven on the right. Combining the escaped thieves brings the total to more than twenty. The escaped thieves say the Lords' Army, which governs the area, is currently chasing them. Today, Mr. Roger said it was tomorrow's life. I would love it to be so.

The bodies of two around Dominic, but were to be kept at the guild's outpost. By doing this, they're sending them where they're supposed to go. We talked about sending Dominic with us. Which means he's the only one who gets to retire. But Dominic refuses to do this. No one said anything about it. I wouldn't have complained if I'd been quiet, either.

Get Dominic in the carriage after the treatment.

We're as far away as we can before sundown.

I camped in a camp near the national highway.

(... Ah, the fire is getting smaller)

The fire that blew me up drew me back to reality.

I fronted and put firewood on the fire. [M] A smaller fire stretches its tongue to the firewood, increasing its volume in time. When I do this, it's like I'm feeding him. I once again settled my hips on Marutai, thinking about such a nagging thing.

"Ha..." I sigh unconsciously.

Tired.

My health recovered strangely from eating and sleeping. But spiritual things are hard to do. Aware, he felt cloudy like a black moya all over his body.

It was humans, not animals, who killed them today. Even if that was a villain, there was no way he didn't feel burdened. Now if you don't seem to feel anything, it's no longer a person. It's a machine or a psychopath. This fatigue is also a testament to the fact that I have a proper heart.

The aftertaste is bad, but I wasn't feeling any more stressed than I needed to.

I did the same thing when I was a bandit buzz, but it seems to me that I am resistant to the 'business' of killing. [M]

I often see a movie or a comic strip depicting a protagonist suffering from the blame of conscience. But I have little grip on that hand. [M] No, there is, but my worries don't last long. 'I killed him because I needed him'. It's so simple to laugh at, and that's why the powerful "own answer" crushes all the troubles, big and small, that pop up.

I don't underestimate people's lives.

I don't think there's a single human being who can die.

But I still understand that there are moments when I have to kill someone. As soon as I came to this world, the gray wolf taught me, chewing my arms off. Do it before they do it. If they do, do it again.

So I can choose without hesitation. [M]

If tomorrow I decide I need a murder - I'm prepared to trigger it without hesitation. I'm not sure, I'm ready.

You're prolonged to worry about the shame, but there's no braking at all about the thoughts around here.

I like myself so much. [M]

I pour coffee into a cup.

I enjoyed the hot air for a while and then tasted it slowly. I feel my nervous, stiff gut rubbing away by warm liquid. Something stuck in my body only loosens the rub. The moment you realize you're alive. "Phew," I sighed a different kind from earlier.

Looking up at the night sky, the moon was blurring across the thin clouds.

I remember that moon when I saved Anton, Isaac's brother.

"Leave it to me. I'm gonna help you."

I could say this powerful word because I had experience that day. The warmth I felt when I carried Anton made me stronger. Unexpectedly, the back of my nose swells. Not at night. Thank you. It makes me sentimental.

Asexual for some reason.

I wanted to howl at that moon.