The Tors, ready, were once again rocked by a carriage to the Bloodshed River.
It will be clear until the end of the week, which means it is also a ceiling seat this time.
Unfortunately, Euril hasn't accompanied us because it hasn't been a week yet.
Because of this, Moo's pillow role was to be played by Sola.
You've been getting pretty intimate lately, it's becoming commonplace for the two of you to stick together.
Just because Sola's thighs are too tense to play well, the kid was nagging and whining about his unspoken sleeping remarks from earlier.
The wind swept through the brown plains, and the carriage reached its destination without a thing.
The Tors, who had completed their bookkeeping at the outpost, immediately headed to the square where the carriage was parked rather than to the river plains.
I noticed on my last return, but apparently a sales office for daily necessities has been set up.
As we approached the corner where there was quite a crowd, there was a pile of merchandise under the tent.
A plate of barley wine big enough to hold, with bread, salted meat and chunks of cheese on it.
There is even a blood suppressant ointment and various consumables with hemp rope in the firestone.
It's a little grocery store, but it doesn't seem to have sunless vegetables.
"Mr. Yuryl was there the other day, but it's not very expensive."
"Yeah, just a little ride up. Thanks to you."
Since the amount of luggage that can be brought into the carriage is determined, it is very gratifying to be able to purchase a variety of items locally without worrying about the price.
Tor, who bought a bunch of charcoal and a barrel of barley, walked out downstream as well as before.
Whether you liked the comfort of the new leather shoes, the three go ahead with Moo joyfully stepping on the ground.
A line that reached the deserted river plain in less than an hour, the package was lowered and stretched lightly.
"Then get ready."
"Yes, Moo, it's a stone race."
"Mm, I was lying, Sola!
This time there are three of them, so the tent is one.
However, in case of rain, we doubled the tent and gently dug trenches around to prevent water from coming in.
Next, beyond the dirt, keep a tent on the outdoor toilet.
Looks like Sola and the others built an impromptu stone.
When I just light the charcoal, I'm grilling the bread I stabbed on the skewer while baking the sausage in a flat iron pan.
There was a smell of oil, and a child could not wait. He slapped Sola's thigh as he drowned.
Vanilla tea boiled in warm, slightly softer black bread with sausage with baked eyes and a heat sink.
The menu is not significantly different from the previous one, but the taste changes dramatically just by heating it.
As the Tors enjoyed their meal, a shadow approached them from downstream.
Just by the time I finished eating, it was the three Rolloff brothers who had grown a muddy, painful beard.
Apparently, it's his buddy Tari's wind-based magic trick, and as soon as someone puts up a tent in Kawahara, he'll know.
"Have you come as promised? I hear it's going to rain all day from noon tomorrow, please, old Tor."
"If this is good, eat it, it's from Diargo. Put this away."
"Is that it? Is Mr. Euril not here today? Why? Flirted?
In return for the three handed blood blowing fish dried and empty barrels, Tor also gives a souvenir obtained in the city.
"Look, this. You said you didn't have enough arrow wings. And I brought you some salt."
"Oh, that'll help. I'm sorry."
Rollolphs nodded happily at the salt pot for the dried goods and the tail blades of the pointed beak that Cisan and the others had given way to.
You don't really want to leave the nearly built bridge behind, or they're only back in the city of Dadan about once every two weeks.
"And this too. It's gonna rain, isn't it?
The three people who were given soap shards laughed badly and then left.
Then the three of us hunt the red poison frog.
Due to Euril's absence, Tor has no choice but to defeat him while he even dodges.
He was exposed to venom several times or persistently regenerated the wound, but he cut it through without difficulty with an iron sword with a sharp < restore > and a cloak of poison resistant blue stripes.
Blood-blown fish opponents also had no particularly dangerous occasions because the Solas were getting used to it.
With regard to fish, we have no means to defeat them, so we can only distract ourselves from dealing with the current situation.
If you go to a wide river plain downstream, you can leave it to the Cuiyu twins, but not as many monsters occur over there, so if you're a two-party, you're short on prey.
Day one allowed twenty-four blood-toxin frogs to be trapped by the time it dimmed.
Thor cut out his tongue. While the body is dumping in the river, Sora prepares for dinner.
Moo had slipped down the dirt hand so many times that he was shouting.
The sun is falling, so turn on and brighten the demon stone lights you bought out of the blue.
There are two types of demon stone lamps: the demon stone is severely depleted but has a pretty high light intensity, and the less bright but long-lasting.
Dungeons and the like are the former, while street lights and the like are used by the latter.
This time, I bought the product for the dungeon and it was twenty pieces of silver coin.
The bounty, which stopped the recent major outbreak, has been given to Euril in full, along with previous thanks and rent advances.
The gold earned in the Little Ghost's Cave is about one gold coin left over from the cost of purchasing tents and Demon Stone lamps.
I can still afford it, but I was anxious if Tor would be here.
But by daring to use it, it is the opposite aim of making a breakthrough.
"Yes, I got it."
"Thanks. This smells good."
"Moo, I'm so hungry, I can fill you up!
"Yes, please."
What Sola poured me into a deep dish was a large dried fish body and a stew with round potatoes floating around.
It was charcoaled during the battle and sneaked in over a long fire to keep it from burning.
The flavour is completely stained, and every bite the utensil breaks down and the flavour overflows.
The pot just happened to be empty.
The unfortunate Moo is trying his best to rub the chiseled bread onto the bottom of the pan and eat without a drop left.
"Ouch, that was good."
"More than anything to please you, Tor."
Grabbing her fist small, the girl snuck up on the joy.
Seems like he went out of his way to ask the master of the sea pot shop to bring only the stock even if it was in a leather bag.
After meals, clean up, then remove the gear, gently rinse your teeth and dive into the tent.
With Thor in the middle, Sola on the left and Moo on the right.
It's narrow, so I just have to stick with it perfectly, but because I played too much, the child got to sleep in an instant.
The two remaining looked at each other at a distance that was likely to take exhalation and laughed without a voice.
Sora, slightly deflected from her body, cleverly pillows Thor's arm onto her shoulder.
The light dark hair loosened and the sweet scent stuck in the tent.
Sora whispered in a half-sleep voice in a position with her ear against Tor's flank.
"... this will calm you down."
"Maybe it's because I can hear your heart."
Answering quietly, Tor had repeatedly remembered a past from the girl in < stagnation > to see if she could hear her heart.
That day, wrapped in a soft feeling, Thor slept without dreaming until morning.