Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

The carriage stopped somewhat open in front of the river.

I see several similar carriages, lined up.

At the entrance to the square was built a large, rugged, round-tailed cabin, with a large bell of kobuki down by the door.

Zorro and the passengers began to descend from the carriage when the one who got off earlier tapped the bell.

The Tors, who got off the ceiling seat with their luggage, also enter the cabin after the other passengers.

Inside there was a large wooden counter and male staff in green uniforms were at work.

There is a large table in a very remote position, where officials in aprons are making a mockery of it.

In the back there was a partition, and the shelves on its walls lined with various tools.

The whole room is bright because of the large windows and surrounded by a calm atmosphere.

Do the ten or so colleagues I came with look familiar, and when I greeted them lightly at the reception and wrote them down to something, they left lightly.

As the Tors approach, the receptionist shows his teeth and laughs.

"Welcome. Welcome to the Bloodshed River Adventurers Bureau Outpost."

The owner of the deliberate smile was a Cui Yu youth with dull short dark hair mixed with dark green feathers.

He's about the same height as Sola and not as wide as his shoulder width.

He also looks slightly younger and remains loving, but probably in his late twenties.

"Hi, you're new. I'm in charge of the reception here. My name is Lisi from the Shenzhui family."

"It's Tor. Regards."

When the other three finished greeting each other, Lisi's eyes quickly moved to confirm the Adventurer's Bill descending from the neck of the Tolls.

Only one person was mixed in black on the red edge, but the receptionist proceeds without putting it on his face at all.

"First, explain the way back and forth. It's a round-trip carriage, but it's only one a day with a 13pm exit every day dressed at noon. Beware of missed rides. There's not much to fill up, but it gets crowded over the weekend, so it's easier to make a reservation if you're planning to go home."

"I got about three different cars on the way here, but what's that?

"That's a carriage for transporting materials, isn't it? Unfortunately, there are not enough vacancies to accommodate passengers"

As can be seen from the number of carriages, this bloody river hunting ground, which takes eight hours round trip, is basically encouraged to hunt in the lodgings.

Thor and the others have prepared tents and such with their intentions.

Lisi checked for questions as she twirled her emerald eyes.

Thora and Euril are listening with a serious face, but Moo, already starting to get tired of it, is struggling to climb up Thor's body and peek across the counter.

"Now that we've talked about the material, I'll explain you first. The monster's crusade assessment was at the back of this cabin with a demolition yard, where we go along with buying the site. If the demolition site is not staffed, please call the table there."

Like HQ, this one seems understaffed.

"This place and the demolition yard will be open from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. Otherwise, if it's urgent, tap the bell on the table."

Again, the smiling receptionist enters the critical part of the story when he nods gently.

"I think there was a light explanation before you came here, but please check again. The hunting grounds of the bloody river are now more than a hundred adventurers coming and are heavily crowded. So in order to avoid unnecessary confusion, each party is asked to hunt in its own prescribed location. Are you sure you want to go this far?

Lisi continues the conversation, confirming that Thor and Euril nodded.

"To be specific, upstream hunting grounds are preferred over here by those in D-rank and near-promotion E-ranks. The great river plains that lie ahead are reserved for sampling, and downstream is the hunting ground for newcomers."

"Is choosing a hunting ground on your own also a punishment?

"No, there's nothing like that, but it looks like the area has been resolved through discussions between adventurers."

Implicit push-ups of understanding are everywhere.

Tor frowned a little bit at the sound of being put out of the way to tell me not to cause more trouble.

"When you have problems with the last missing items, forgotten items, damaged weapons and protective equipment, etc., we lend them here. Take it easy. That's it, do you have any questions or anything?

I haven't done anything at this stage, so things like asking can't come up any time soon.

To Thor, who shook his neck beside him, the youth of the Cuiyu tribe smiled back satisfactorily.

"Then please sign this roster of visitors. Does anyone want a proxy?

"No, I'm fine"

"Can I paint you? Toe."

"I told you the other day. Look, write your name down here."

"Is that it? Let it go!"

At the time the four of them finished writing their names, the receptionist opened his mouth again.

"That and Black Steel (C-rank) Yuryl's stay is limited to two days. Please be careful not to miss the carriage at noon the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, I accept. Thank you for your kindness."

The possessor of the false smile finally gave a frivolous expression to the grinning superb beauty.

The Tors, who left the Marutai cabin, walk out towards the river.

Because of the large number of people passing through, the path stripped and consolidated by grass is easy to understand.

In just a few dozen steps, the line reached a further open river plain.

Red and black palm-sized stones are rolling gobbly, and several people in leather armor are collecting stones with one hand in the bag.

No one will give you a face if the Tors approach.

"To, you're stoned. Could it stick? Is that Moo's bun?

"That's a collection of sand and iron. They say the stones here contain red iron."

"Our rank and our decency."

"Oh, that's a much different color river."

Soon Yuryl, who was wearing a robe hood, raises his bounced voice as he watches the red and black water flow across the river plain.

I've been telling Tor before, but if I take too much sun, my skin will quickly turn red.

"That river is coming from the big hole, and they're going home again. They say the color was melted out of red iron or some fluids, but it's unknown."

"Really? That's a strange story. Hehe, if it's monster blood, who did it?"

"Are you gonna look beautiful? Toe."

"Eh, you're going to get sick when you expose yourself with that water."

"Right. Drink it as you go, it's gonna taste pretty bad, so be careful."

In conversation, a line walked downstream along the stream.

It seems that Kawahara, which has a lot of larger stones, had a sore sole on his feet in his short boots, and Moo has just spanned his favorite soli.

The river is more than twenty steps wide and the river plain is about fifteen steps wide.

Behind it is a tremendously exuberant earthen, covered with brown grass.

Oddly enough, for some reason, the tent was lined up on the edge of the river plain, not on grassy ground.

Is it at noon break, I don't see you fighting monsters.

A whispering rumor flew to the Tors passing in front of the tent.

"Hey, was that the old man who was mud fishing?

"But they're really strong. Look, there's a big outbreak the other day."

"The one who knocked out a bunch of Hobgoblins for just two? That's just bad luck. Impossible."

"I don't know. And then I asked someone the guard knew, and they said there was even the chief's body."

"Then it's too much of a lie."

You can't believe the rumors, a sharp gaze pours on Tor.

And after a flat line of faces passed, they all spoke the same question with a uniform flat face.

"... Was the child on the current soli, the red adventurer bill lowered?