The purple-eyed man named himself Rolloff.
He is a red-iron warrior, aged twenty-six. A good weapon is a one-handed axe duplicity.
He's the eldest son of three brothers, so he's a man who can rely heavily on responsibility.
My second son's name is Ninilas.
He is also a red-iron warrior, two years younger. I always use thick and heavy two-handed axes.
Refreshing personality, but a man who can do it when he does.
The three men are gugtuff.
Also a red-iron warrior, two different ages as well. My pride is in both spears.
Unlike my careless brothers, I am a caring man.
Why the Tors have become more familiar with the men's personal information is because they have been at the tea party for a good break.
As for personality, it's all in person.
"So?"
"Yeah? What?
"No, what are you guys doing here?
While sitting on the ground and carrying the cup to his mouth, Thor asked the three of them in a dismal tone, not trying to take their gaze away from Sola and Euril.
Sora and I tried to give up the chair, but we insisted that it was okay here and we fell back on the river plain.
That was also apparently not out of reluctance, but for the reason that the woman looked better from a lower position.
All three are taller than Thor by one head and are quite giants.
Amber hair, dark purple eyes with lowered eyes.
The two upstairs have a cracked jaw and a sticky feel, but only the three men have a skinny, sleek face.
However, all three of them were together in the same atmosphere.
He doesn't seem to be taking a bath for a few days, and even a sparse bearded body odor is clapping at it.
"What... See?"
"What is it? Look at the beauty, it doesn't matter."
"That's just not good, brother. Look, wasn't we talking about finding out if that was it?
"Oh, you did. You're new here, aren't you? I was wondering if you might want a little advice. Look, that's it. He's a good neighbor."
Moo, who was used by his favorite cup, was hastily explained by his oldest son, who was stared at.
"Fine, is this hunting ground long?
"That's almost two years now. Every day, every day, it's just a river."
"He said next door, but you didn't see him on his way"
"Oh, we're doing a little bit more downstream. The river is bigger than here."
"Could there be a lot of prey?
To Thor's words, the three leaked a dry laugh as they looked at each other.
"Ha, downstream is similar everywhere. There are only frogs and fish."
"... why not go upstream?
Based on how unsatisfied you are with the hunting grounds right now, there must be a good reason not to travel.
But if I have nearly two years of experience, I don't think my promotion to the white hardy class is that far.
Rolloff exaggerated and shrugged his shoulders when he asked if the conditions for going upstream to the hunting grounds were met.
"I'm not going, I'm not going...................... no money"
"What do you mean?
"Keep it up. To get to the upstream hunting ground, there's a shitty, talkative bill."
"Will you let me know more?
The three people who nodded loudly explained to me as they each made up for it was as follows:
First, downstream, only less-tasting monsters such as red poison frogs and blood-blown fish occur.
When it rains more, they even show up for the worst.
But upstream is filled with delicious monsters of ingredients and skill points, such as raging hippocampus and red shell crabs.
There is a natural weir stacked with driftwood and stones a little up from the outpost, where hippocampus and crabs rarely appear downstream because of the weakening of the flow, he said.
Even if it showed up, naturally it would be tailored in a hunting ground close to upstream, and it wouldn't flow to a place like this.
But then, the adventurers of the downstream hunting grounds will find it almost impossible to complete multiple crusades of the rampant hippocampus, a condition for promotion to D-rank.
That's why it's liberation day.
This is the day when only a few rampaging hippocampus are driven downstream about twice a month, at this time a fierce effort occurs in the quarry river plains that were specifically authorized to fight.
If you beat it several times, you'll be allowed to go upstream hunting grounds, recognized as a party during promotion.
So what do you do with a party that doesn't deal well with monsters, they give you some clustered money and you get permission to use the upstream hunting ground.
But the reward for the Red Poisoned Frog's crusade is fifty copper coins.
He also buys away the poisonous skin in fifty sheets, but the handling is cumbersome, and he throws away most of the bags every time to bring them in because they are useless.
Blood-blown fish are three big copper coins when they include material, but this one is a very troublesome opponent to defeat if not a flying tool.
Gold earners downstream seem to be in a pretty tough current situation.
"You know what?"
"Yeah, we're good at punching right away, but if they're after us from afar, we won't make it."
"Thank you for killing too much to suit your sexuality."
The men who made a statement that did not suit their musculoskeletal body appearance nodded their necks softly.
You worried about how it went, Euril hung up.
"Oh. How about a cup of tea?
"Thank you!
"This is delicious."
"I'll have it! If you're more beautiful, you're nervous and your throat is crunchy."
"Oh, you're good."
Three men, who said good things, were hard pressed in the back of the head by their brothers.
Moo, with his eyes rounded, is also, for some reason, closing in and slapping him with a petin.
To the three people who were feeling better in an instant, Thor asked the key point.
"So, shall I check it out for once? The people in that compartment..."
"Oh, it's the guys at the outpost"
"Again?"
Thor shook his head quietly, remembering the receptionist's face, who had a frigid grin all along.
It is impossible to manage a hunting ground on such a scale, without having to think deeply about it.
"Uh, is someone at the Adventurers Bureau doing something terrible?
"No, it's bad, someone's got a partition. Uh, we're gonna kill each other. And then there's the right to say hello to the crime scene. That was a hard thing to say."
"But taking money..."
"Right! We're not convinced there either."
"But even if I sue the station, I can't get it to work at all."
"With the money I've earned, I guess I'm also turning my hands on the security department"
Tor told me off, and the three of them shut up again.
Tor urges him to continue as a child tired of talking came up on his lap and began to sweetbite his clavicle.
"So?"
"Yeah? What?
"No, you've been putting up with that all along?
"I can't help it if they say so. But you're gonna have to look at us sweetly."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they'll all be half crying when that one's ready,"
"Brother, that's why it's still early!
"Oops, I was. Forget about that one. So, give me a break because I'll teach you a little trick instead"
Three brothers showing their teeth and making them laugh nicely.
The suspicions have not faded at all, but they are unhateable.
"If you try to beat a frog, are you in trouble because the fish interrupted you?
"Grandpa!
"Yes, I've been escaped many times."
"I have that simple precaution, young lady"
"Are you sure? Oh, hang in there, please. Um, do you think you should pull more over this side?
Not immediately relying on it, Sola presents the draft she was working so hard on.
It's hard for fish to find and water bullets to reach if you stay off the riverbank.
The frogs should find it harder to escape, too.
"Unfortunately, you can't do that. Those frogs aren't too far from the river."
"Oh well. Um, I'm surrendering."
"So why don't you try what I say? You'd be surprised how easy it is."
Saying so, the threesome gave me a nostalgic grin once again.