"Don't be so late."
Russell turned his gaze only for a moment, the man who was barebacking his sword at Thor's call.
But I don't reply, I lift the sword again.
A sharp sound broke the air and the tip of the sword stopped perfectly on the verge of hitting the mud.
Keep changing where you're going and jump diagonally in an instant.
It is an unstable mud scaffold, but there is no slight disturbance in the sword's trajectory.
I guess I worked out pretty well.
The last time Russell showed a big stepping forward, he holds the sword in his sheath as he exhales.
And when I looked up, I looked straight at Tor.
My breath is still rough, and I have a large amount of sweat on my forehead.
After staring at each other for a long time, Russell finally opened his mouth.
"... after I lost to you, I got a lot to say."
"Right."
"But I fought. I know best. Your sword was real."
That's all he says, Russell puts his hand on the sword pattern again and begins to repeat the exact same shape.
The blade of silver vividly cleaved the claw as it lit up the moonlight as it came through cloudy weather.
So Moo, who finished his little business, comes out of the toilet while sleeping.
The child had reached for both hands, so the gently lifted Tor headed for the stairs.
On its back, along with the sound of a sword waving, a bosom and a grunt are thrown.
"It doesn't arrive yet, but I'm sure I'll try to win next time"
Turning to that voice, Thor returned the words as he scratched under his chin.
"You don't have to stick to me like that. If you're up against it..."
Russell quietly shook her neck to the side as she stopped her hand as Thor stood behind the jaw pointing to the giant.
"... even if you want to fight, you can't."
We were talking about a shortage of manpower.
In contrast to that word, the brown-skinned swordsman also shakes his neck slightly to the side.
"No?
Russell restarts her barbarism just because she has not responded to the inquiry and the conversation is over.
I waited just a little longer, but the moo in my arm shivered, so Tor, who refused, pulled up to the tent.
The next day, we were to accompany the spider hunt in the aisle.
Tors, who just wrapped their spider raw skin around their boots, also fight monsters.
I no longer get my feet taken by the yarn, but the spider still doesn't come out of the back of the hole.
Thor, who jumped into the hole himself because he had no choice, left the spider mutilated and only < retroactive > the act of jumping in.
In the end, instead of the yarn gland, the day ended without even being able to recover the right maxilla at the crusade proof site.
Incidentally, Blue Striped Serpents and Swamp Spiders, together, will have fifty skill points and five large copper coins for the crusade.
It is just ten times more than hobgoblins and red poisoned frogs.
The purchase of serpent skin and spider filament glands is three silver coins each, and meat is similarly one silver coin each.
But they don't have the space to keep it, and most of it gets thrown away when it comes to meat because it doesn't make a fool of them to carry it.
On the fourth day, a fog appeared in the afternoon, and a red flag was erected above the tent.
The Tors were due to pull up, so I'll thank you and leave the camp after breakfast.
The question with Russell was caught in Thor's heart, but he didn't dare ask Baluconia about it.
Because even if there were other reasons why I couldn't do that, I didn't think it would be so easy to reveal it.
The more well-spoken people are, the better at hiding their true intentions in upper language.
The Tors headed home as they boarded the Garoud carriage that picked them up as planned.
Stay overnight on the road and return to the city the next day.
With that leg, Tor and his men accompanied Garoud to the inner city.
The destination is the pharmacy of the temple of exploration.
"Oh, it's been a while, Euril."
"You don't seem to change, Audrey"
The one who welcomed me was Orrindor, a pharmacist in a white coat.
The age unknown looks the same, but so does the per capita.
Even after the festivities of the Bossaria recapture, my attitude towards my best friend has not changed.
The Grey-eared beauty, who cut her hair short and aligned, had just finished her client's inquiry.
Rudell, a young girl sitting on a chair, turns around and shines her eyes.
A girl who has suffered from a mixed disease for a long time because she was born between the Tea Horn and Ethereal Scales, but her symptoms appear to have been greatly ameliorated by medications obtained in certain recent events.
My body is still a little weak, so I seem to see Audrey occasionally, but she told me that she was almost fully healed.
Rudell rushes out of the chair as he gets out of it diligently.
Even so, my legs are slow, though I can't seem to move forward.
"Look, Dad's home, Rudell"
Loosen his mustache like a person has changed, and his father, Garud, waits with his hands wide open.
But her daughter stopped perfectly in front of Moo as she walked past the side, ignoring that arm lightly.
"Lou! Were you sloppy?
Rudell, who nicked and broke his mouth for a cheerful inquiry, reached out and stroked Moo's head with a pet.
And when I look at him, I stick my lips together instead of greeting Moo's cheek.
In return, Moo also kissed Rudell's cheek, and the children laughed with pleasure.
Ludell, who pulled Moo's hand and walked out, leaned gently against his bearded cheek as he reached Garoud's side, which had been stiffened by his daughter's neglect.
Then I went back to near Oodle and asked him to bow his head.
Rudell and Moo chuckle and kiss the cheeks of the pharmacist down to just the right position.
The thankful young girl bows her head to the Tors and opens the door and goes outside.
Naturally, Moo is with me while I hold my hand.
As it was, the two ran out to the study hall amicably.
"Well, thank you again, Doctor"
"Yes, I'll take care of it"
Garoud, who regained his mind, turned around and returned to his serious face, greeted Audrey and followed the pharmacy as well.
Now they have to go to the torn wind wilderness to pick up Bettina's party, to which Sarah, her new wife, belongs.
The lord of the pharmacy, who dropped off his hasty guardian's back, asked his best friend as he gracefully reassembled his legs.
"So, what can I do for you today?
"I want you to use this to make magic recovery pills."
Audrey peeks into the contents of the leather bag offered by Yuryl and moves her nose to find out who she is, by the way.
"A honey water with silver floats? How's the swamp living?
"I can appreciate how cool it is."
"It's already muddy and muddy."
"Speaking of demon swamps, have you seen a witch yet?
"Isn't that a fairy tale for children?
Audrey grinned lightly at Sora's most questionable.
"I've looked into the heritage around here, and it looks like you've been passing it on for quite some time. But for some reason, there's no anecdote that was the Lord. There's nothing left but vague forms of mist that can take people away."
"Heh, really?"
"These collective memories tend to surprisingly clearly tell the original elements. Groups tend to reinforce each other's common memories. But for that matter, it's very vague."
"So you're saying the witch who takes people away wasn't actually there?
"Yeah, that's possible, too. I thought the original story was about as much as a discarded colleague fled into the swamp, but maybe a different matter changed shape due to some factor. No, maybe I had to change it."
"Ugh, sounds like a really scary story."
The girl reached out and gripped the sleeve of Thor's clothes, which stood next to her.
Audrey, who glanced at him with one eye, offered him the wrap he had on his desk to Thor.
"Yes, an apology for scaring me. Use it if you like."
"What's this?
"It's a health medication. Providing medication is a curly redhead child"
Apparently, it's a plug from Bettina.
The thankfully received Tor asks what is important.
"Did you say anything else?
"Oh, there was a message, too. In about two weeks, wash your neck and wait."