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

It was the early morning of the fourth day after leaving that the Tors returned to the city shaken by a carriage running through the night.

Arrive on site after noon on the first day.

From there, continue on the central route and overnight in the Great Round Rock.

In the middle of the afternoon of the second day, we arrived at the Great Long Rock at Camp II.

Check the flock of blue-crowned grass ahead, or rock lizard density, before returning for an overnight stay.

The third day leaves early in the morning, turning back the route that originally came and returning to the carriage stop as the sun sets.

And it's a pretty hard date that I took the night to get back in a slow carriage.

Though early in the morning, the city was already vibrant.

White smoke rises from the stalls all over the square, and you can also hear them promoting their creation.

I also see artisans and cooks hastily crossing the street after completing their morning purchases at the competitive market.

"Huh, we're finally here. Mmm, nice smell. I'm hungry."

"It's still frustrating to go back to where you're used to living"

Euril smiles and stares mercifully at the girl who just got out of the carriage yawning loudly.

Basically a sleepy Sola, but still in my first experience of sleeping in a moving vehicle, I didn't seem to get much sleep.

Moo, who, on the contrary, falls asleep anywhere, still lingers in his dreams.

On the back of Thor, who was holding him, the child rested calmly as he drowned.

"Mr. Yuryl, do you want me to buy you something for breakfast and go home?

"Right, it's only about Mr. Cat's bait. Oh, and then there's a place I'd like to stop by."

Yuryl, who was carefully fixing Sora's attire mess, frowned faintly at the paralysing sand.

I paid it off pretty persistently before I got in the carriage, but it still seemed to stay hidden.

"Sora, hey, Tamu"

"Yes, Moo, you're still neat. Ugh, is something getting a little heavy?

'Cause it's a growing up.'

Having received the luggage that he had unloaded from the carriage, Tor hands the man a little attention and exchanges a goodbye handshake.

I've already paid for the fare, but if I'm going to use it again and again, it won't hurt to make a better impression, which is why I've been advised by Garud.

Other items on the two tents, plus a bunch of rock lizard skin and a tail tip full of leather bags.

Cross the square and reach the assessment desk, holding a considerable amount of large baggage.

No one was lining up because of the early morning and it was the red-haired man who made his face out of the back when he rang the prep bell.

This is Chief Siecca, who distracted me before I left.

"Good morning. How was the wilderness?

"That was pretty good. Is the receptionist off today?

"Not many people come in at this hour."

"... well. Oh, my God."

"No, to this extent compared to your difficulty. Is that all?

When Tor nods, Ciecca quickly begins to count the tails placed on the counter.

And there's no way to hide the surprise, and I've admired the amount of it.

"It's just as good an achievement as this. It's more than I expected.... No, it's really great. I didn't expect you to defeat me so much. This is going to work out for a while."

"Thanks to the good guide. Still, that was a lot of lizards. Could it be a dangerous frontal rash?

"No, that neighborhood is too big, and yes, they say there won't be a big outbreak. And the territory of the rock lizard is quite narrow."

Thor nodded as he was convinced, remembering the scenery where the blue-crowned grass was dense.

While offering a crusade reward, Ciecca asks about her next appointment.

"This is my next carriage, but I can hold my head for next week, how about it?

"See you in three days..."

Turning to Chirali and her gaze, Sola and Euril were staring at Tor with anticipation.

It was a pretty overcrowded itinerary, but he doesn't seem to care at all.

"Well, I'll ask you to make an appointment."

"Yes, sir."

Hand Sora and Euril 40% of the rewards received.

The rest is a formula that Tor keeps and pays for necessary expenses, etc.

Thor heads straight to the boutique, and Sola and the others turn to buying out food.

After that, they're going to the water to get rid of the sand.

Tor, who handed over the skin of a rock lizard, stretched his legs to the store behind the familiar alley, not stopping in the bath.

I have a few clients in the morning store, and the owner, Lamou, and a son just like his father, are dealing with him.

When I sat back in the chair at the end and waited, the shopkeeper approached, apparently free of hands.

"Ooh, are you kind of tanned? Yeah, that?

"I'm all alone today."

Lamou, to the words, becomes a blatantly dismayed face.

"You look unhappy, old man"

"That sounds more like a classy lady's opponent than a bitter bastard. It's a little early for a lady to call you."

To Lamou, who laughed with pleasure, Tor offered a tag of rock lizard skin that he had just received.

The store owner who receives it can flatter his face even more.

"Yeah, yeah, it's good to work fast. It's been a week since we finished leather, and it's been another week."

"About two weeks. Do you think there's enough?

"Oh, we can afford this in time."

For the record, skins brought to the store are processed into leather materials there.

If it is not sold out to make the equipment, it will be handed back as a merchandise bill, but the amount will be reduced because processing fees and the like will be deducted at that time.

So if you don't bring in quite a bit more in anticipation of that, it could be more expensive than I thought with the missing bills.

And there's one more thing I'd like you to do.

Saying so, what Thor took out was the cut back ankle of a rock lizard.

The Lamou in my hand looks intriguingly giddy.

"This is an unusual souvenir. Leather itself has been handled well, but it's probably the first time I've seen a raw leg."

"Will you look at the back of his leg?"

"Hmm, don't touch me funny."

"Yeah, I thought if I put that part on the back of my boots, it'd be easy to walk. What do you say, old man?"

In Thor's inquiry, the shopkeeper often thinks of his face.

Then with a difficult face, I opened my mouth.

"Hmm. Once processed into solid leather, the shape can be left, but the softness will fall out. It's smooth leather, and now it's too soft. It's tough on the sole."

"It's for walking on the sand, so I don't think you have to worry so much about sturdiness."

"Right. Whoa, that sounds interesting. Try to make a pair."

"Oh, will you do it? Thank you, old man."

"Don't expect too much. Try. Try."

To the craftsman who lifts the edge of his lips slightly, Tor also gives him the rest of his legs he brings with him.

"Well, I'll see you when I can, but let me stop by."

"Well, next time, bring your buddies along."

"I get it. Goodbye, old man."

Having finished his farewell greeting, Thor leaves the store and now goes further down North Street.

Approaching beyond the bridge on the moat along the way to a place where the exterior walls are well visible, the sound of tapping metal starts to sound loud from behind the standing shop.

Around here, it was a corner called Armored Street.

I can see a small shop structure that is sandwiched in the gap as the big stores stand in a sloping line.

Thor's next destination was a workshop where the guests seemed to have bad entrance.