The fire created by magic went out after a few minutes.
The swordsmen circle behind a black-burned spider as they enter the swamp, poking their knives out and dragging their cheats and organs.
"Ho, are your guts delicious, too? Thor."
"No, that doesn't sound edible."
Balucconia, who stands beside him, immediately begins to explain the actions of the men who throw away cluttered unnecessary parts.
"Yes, we are recovering a filamentary organ called the filamentary gland. That monster threads and traps from the abdomen, but this thread is very troublesome. While it's easy to stick together, it's tough enough to finally cut it off with a true silver weapon. Oh, you knew Mr. Sola very well."
The girl, wearing a robe knitted in white spider yarn, laughed joyfully and let her circle around on the spot to see her clothes well
And he breaks the balance as if he stumbled on something and asks Thor to give him a hand.
"Whoa, are you okay?"
"Thanks. Oh, could this be that yarn?
Sola pulled her legs out of the mud, pointing to a white bunch that was wrapped around her leather shoes.
It touches the mud but shows no signs of wetness, and the spider thread emits a brilliant glow.
This was also just explained to me by Balucconia.
"Yes, you're right. But unfortunately, you can't process it because it touches the air."
"Really?
"Yes, it's only hard to knit with yarn removed directly from the yarn gland. And I can only take a little bit, this is it already. So even if you just make one outfit, you don't have to knock that spider down with dozens."
Thor watched at the foot of the "burning bearer" line as he listened to Baluconia's story, who shrugged his shoulders in a daze.
They go into a swamp where thread traps are strewn and continue to work flat.
Staring at his boots all over black mud, Thor called out to the flaming man who kept talking.
"I'm sorry, can I get a little tip on the spider's foot?
"Oh, are you hungry? Then if you wait a while longer, we have a wonderful lunch, so you don't have to worry -"
"No, I need some skin."
To the short response of the blocking toll, both eyebrows were lifted heavily to Baluconia.
And continue the conversation with an overflowing grin.
"You've often noticed this short time. You're right, we're safe from the yarn."
"Oh, we all have something wrapped around our leather shoes. Oh, shit! You mean spiders don't get caught up in their yarns?
Balucconia, told the girl to answer so that she could cover it, now unfortunately pulls her jaw.
Apparently the right way to keep your shoes wrapped in peeled spider skin.
"Oh, I'm done."
Moo, who was pressing the apple against the burning spider and searing, cleverly manipulated the solids back.
And as I look up to Thor and Sola, I declare myself good at it.
"Moo, I noticed. When you do, everything tastes good!
"Well, even if you eat as you go, there's some yummy ones."
Baluconia puts her fingers in a pussy as the girl necks off at the outrageous ramblings.
"Well done, you've noticed that truth! Mr. Moo has great talent. Yes, cooking is fire! It's the art that comes from the flames. Come on, let's hurry up. We're ready to cook just fine."
The "Burning Fire Bearer" camp was double-layered, as was the case at Thunder Asthma.
However, its breadth had decreased by about 30%.
And there was a decisive difference to be seen in an instant.
The second camp was made of stone.
The stones of the corners are piled up, and wooden floors are provided thereon.
A triangular tent flickered over the top, as if a small tower were standing.
"Wow, that sounds like a normal home."
"Oh, I'm surprised you're stone built."
The stones on the base are uniquely reddish, a landscape that, combined with the marshes and blue tents on the black side, is quite eye-catching.
"That stone came all the way from Zuma's own country carrying something special that the red-sand giants drop. Yeah, it's a regular stone and it's a loose ground, so it sinks more and more. In that regard, that stone is water resistant after being light, and besides, it has perfect heat resistance. It's just a little pricey..."
"Mmmm! Something smells good, To!
"Oh, really. I can smell it over the cloth."
Up the stairs of wooden bars protruding from the stone walls, the Tors are led upstairs.
Waiting there were two large, colorful plates lined up on a round table and two light-wearing women.
"I've been waiting for you"
"Just when it burned."
If you look closely, the red haired ladies' chests were glowing with silver adventurer bills.
Apparently, they're also part of the Burning Bearer, dressed in a beautiful way.
The Tors, guided straight to one of the tents, are asked to help them unload their luggage.
And when he was led to the table again, Balucconia was waiting with a rare glass cup in her hand.
"I still have work to do from noon, so it's a light drink, can I stay with you? I've got some good liquor for you."
Yuryl's long eartips move pickly at that invitation.
The Grey-eared woman, who looked lightly at the table and looked at the clear liquid poured into the glass, shook her head vertically after silently looking back at Tor and showing her how she had been patrolling for a while.
"... it's not a bad idea to drink a little to relieve fatigue"
Ulil, who took off his hood after taking a breathless cloth, looked at the chillies and thinly dressed women and just loosened his chest a little and exhaled.
It seems pretty hot here because of the heat coming up from underfoot.
The men remained silent about the beauty of their silver hair shaking and revealing.
Obviously, Euril is much less exposed, but the degree to which it attracts its audience seems to be a few steps above.
The red-tailed women with their eyes turned silently back to the tent and now came back firmly in their robes.
"So, shall we toast? Flourish in the flames of all times!
"Flourish!
The bulk of the meal was dominated by carefully roasted meat.
The large plate in the center has a large corner mole roasted round, and the scattered vanilla emits a fragrant smell.
There are also large pieces of meat stabbed in the skewers and a pile of meat with a sweet and spicy sauce.
Moo who at first was alert to the meal served, thinning his purple pupils like a cat, but took a bite and seemed to find it delicious
To my disappointment, I'm pushing the dish into my mouth.
Next to it, Sola was also enjoying the overflowing gravy.
"Fugu fugu, it's not good, Sola nee!
"Yeah, yeah, this whole grill, the skin place is fantastic!
"It's more than anything you like. This armored pig's meat has been aged for about ten days."
"Wow, it's so soft. You can use fire to cook here."
"Oh, you didn't seem to fit my mouth in the meals of these crude eating lunatics. Rest assured. There is a special stone kiln downstairs where you can always enjoy a warm and delicious meal."
"Heh, that's good"
"Moo, you can fuck around here all the time!
Side by side with a child who said something unsolicited, Tor carries white thinly sliced meat into his mouth.
Light flavour, but added to the salt sauce adds flavour.
Thor, who drank the cup, exhaled deeply as he shifted his gaze to the gloomy marsh landscape.
Under the mud and on the comfort, the disparity just seems a little too great.
"What do you say? What does spider meat taste like? This one is softly hot, then cooked over a long heat."
"Oh, I'm having fun. The liquor is good, and you have nothing to say. I hope this gives you a good view..."
What was ahead of Thor's gaze was the foreign objects mixed with the sights he had become accustomed to seeing, the huge shadows in the distance.
You assumed you had been talked about by a mud poison giant, and a slight grin disappears from Baluconia's mouth.
"Heard you only get one chance to beat it once a year."
"Yeah, we want to crusade the mountains, too, but as things stand, it's like securing passageways for all of us at Platinum. Therefore, we greatly appreciate Moo's words that you can join us here."
Tor gently scratched under his chin to Balucconia, who picked up Moo's words firmly.
"I don't really recommend taking care of him, though."
"What do you think, Master Thor, about joining us in this" burning bearer "?
"A little more around there, can I give you a tour?
"Yes, of course. Even after you take a closer look around the corner and see what's good for us. Oh, yeah."
The red-tailed man, turning his curly and reddish eyes, continued his words with joy.
"What do you think? We'll reschedule for lunch and pick flowers."