"So today's distribution of mud and silver mines..."
In the shack where the sun set, it was wrapped in neat, loose post-meal air.
After a day of labor, the shields undressed their thick armor and took their chairs to the window, each quietly slacking the flue.
Having a large pine cone broiled, Sola and Moo were stripping the fruit diligently from the pine cones like squirrels.
I'm handing it to Chita at least, and she's breaking my shell.
Thor and Euril were listening to more from Chill as they tasted the remaining wine one by one.
"This is two, that's three. How about that?
"No, that's too much for me. You can have a bag."
Even though there was Moo's cooperation to accurately show where the mud and silver mines were buried, most of the hard work, such as lifting mud in the < rock pile formation > and transporting the used mud to the edge of the deposits, was the responsibility of the Chills.
If you want to convert in terms of labor, it's more than just one big bag.
"True silver digging is a lot harder than finding the key ore. Think of it as a fair share. Besides, this is what I was hoping for."
"Is true silver equipment still essential?
"If you're going to fight corruption, it's a choice between snake leather and real silver."
In the eyes of Chill, who said with grandeur his intention, was dwelling a strong light.
Thor scratches a little under his chin before looking back at the eyes that remind him of that raptor.
And I mouthed the question I came up with.
"Speaking of which, I didn't see it today, but are buried trees still hard to get out of?
"No, you can't dig out buried trees."
"Really?
I'm pretty sure it's buried in the mud by name, but apparently it's not deep enough.
It seems close to the depths of the swamp, and it seems like a difficult undertaking to dig out normally.
"So how do we get it?
"That's what you take away. Since then."
Chill's sharp gaze moves out the window.
Beyond the confusing fire lights flying like fluorescence stood the great shadows.
Tor is once again noticed for another use of the stick held in its long hand.
"Maybe this is all true?
"Oh, it's the loot of the first ones"
To Tor looking around inside a cabin made of buried wood, Chill smiles faintly at the edge of his lips, tapping the floorboard with his toes.
And I gently raised the cup in my hand.
"There are only three camp sites in the candlestick. How about a new camp every year?"
"Hmm, once a year. Is that what the chatter told you?
As Thor nodded, Chill shook his face down strongly against the table.
But he stops his hand on the brink of his sister and Sola, who seem to pile up the nuts with pleasure on the other side.
"... just kidding"
"He said he couldn't afford to turn the manpower around, but after all, is there any other reason?
"Those guys have the best place, they have a lot of people. I can't believe it's not enough, how soggy!
Chill, who replied to throw it away, but you realize you've gathered your surrounding gaze, inhale deeply to regain your calm mouthfeel.
"I'm sorry. I saw his face coming out of front of the building."
"Do you dare say that the Baluconians are not cooperating in the Giant Crusade?
"As it stands, the red-tailed ones are the closest to Yingjie. Yeah, well, he really doesn't want more people in jail."
Fixed dungeons leading to the Great Hole, only eight Vajra Adventurers can challenge an abandoned underground prison.
It is the exclusive state of "platinum" led by Straccia.
But if we defeat the mud poison giant and increase the number of qualified people, that advantage will collapse.
He's been talking about refusing to cooperate for purposeful reasons to stop it.
If you're just too passive about promotion, you're disqualified as an adventurer.
The condition for its maintenance is participation in the annual Giant Crusade.
By the way, last year's promoter was Kugase, one year and three years ago, each of the purple-eyed twins.
Lambmerla and Licori were A-ranked in Botsaria and are therefore accredited as such to the Vajra class.
"I see, that's the situation"
"However, that was until last month. Thanks to you, this place is a mayhem."
"What do you mean?
To Thor's question, Chill turns his gaze only for a moment to his sister Chita.
And I lurked my voice slightly.
"You used a sacred relic (relic) to block the nest hole of an ant in Bossaria. Chita told me."
There is no doubt that Straccia was on the verge of becoming human pine to plug the big hole that was indeed deep beneath the basement of Bossaria.
Not knowing how that would lead to a swamp story, Thor silently waited for the story to continue.
But Chill separated the words there.
Quietly carry the cup to your mouth and await a response.
Normally, Euril, who seems to perceive the situation and insignificantly tell me, is just leaning on his neck like he's in trouble.
The Cuiyu man, who was silent and had a needle-like glance, nodded deeply about whether he had guessed anything about the Tors.
"... you really don't seem to know"
"It would help if you told me"
"It's also interesting that only the parties are outside the circle, but it would be nice. You know the name of Boundary Street is taken from Yingjie's name."
The border town where Dadan heads the city is called the city of Dadan as it is.
It is a sign of the recognition of the rule of the land as a reward for dominating the Labyrinth and blocking the Great Hole.
"But why is there only one name? Where did the names of the men you fought with disappear?
"If you ask me, I will."
"The answer is simple. It is the man who used the Holy Relic (Relic) to plug the Great Pit hole that is true masterpiece."
"Right...... So?"
Straccia's "Light of Greed" was said to have been raised on a year-by-year basis in the Temple of Liberation.
Yeah, well, I guess I can't prepare a replacement.
This means that opportunities have come to the sacred relics (relics) that other temples raise.
At the same time Thor comes to mind the true reason for his enthusiastic welcome here.
"Me and Sola don't have the power to seal the hole."
"That's right. As far as I can tell, there's no such thing as a borderline in the name of the Central People."
"Surprised. That's what happened."
Euril lets you get your eartips up to surprise, but it's obviously uncomfortable with what you've said and done.
Thor sorts out Chill's story, admiring his unexpected acting ingenuity.
"Until now, the number of giant exorcisms has been limited to the Balucconians who do not want to increase the number of Vajra classes, but the situation around them has changed?"
"As a talker, you'll want to buy some time now at all costs. Therefore, it is difficult for the Lord Hero to go elsewhere. Sollugum is probably the same thing. The beast eyes have already sent two of them in. So far, I can say it's the closest thing to Yingjie"
"When that happens..."
"Um, there's a suggestion. I don't feel like watching you shake your feathers. Why don't you join us and exorcise the giants?"
"Is that the point? You got a chance?
"There are seven people I can get out of here. There are eleven of you as three or four. Pretty tough, I'd say."
To the frowning Tor, Chill continued his words to raise his temper.
"But the battle of the Lord Hero. I see it's not impossible with that odd move."
"You might as well buy it."
"You don't hate good humble men. Distribution of proof of giant crusade..."
So once, Chill drinks up the cup, letting him exhale loosely.
"Here and there, how about alternating?
"Aren't we not in the right number?
"Four over here is enough. Put in the chita and you'll be just five."
It was an unprecedented and fascinating offer.
But Tor, who also emptied the cup, quietly shook his neck to the side.
"I can't get back to you right away. Give me some time to think."
Behind that brain was the figure of a red-haired maiden who had ordered her neck to be washed.
As a promise, you are ahead.
"Well, a prudent man isn't bad either. I'm counting on a good reply."
He was a chill to say with pleasure, but he didn't have a single grin in his eagle-like eyes.
The next morning, Chita, who was looking up at the cloudy sky, dragged a draping string from the roof.
Then the green flag lifted seems to signal that the fog will come out from noon.
In the camp of the Storm Peak Alliance, close to the center of this swamp, it appears to have detected the occurrence of fog in advance and flagged other camp sites.
In return, they have something to do with being held, like receiving snake skins and spider threads.
Another day on schedule, I intended to stay, but when the fog came out, I couldn't move.
The Tors gratefully thanked each other and followed the camp of the Storm Peak Alliance after breakfast.
For some reason Chita is with me.
From what I hear, it usually seems that Stracchias are sent by flying dragons to the marsh entrance for day trips.
But this time the Tors are coming, and they went out of their way to stay overnight in the camp to go with it.
Through the swamp before noon and safely reach the Fort Trail.
A huge shadow could be seen nodding away from the Garoud carriage, which had already arrived.
You noticed the presence of Chita, you can hear her lifting her head and squealing her nose.
A joyfully nodded rider, but suddenly turned around and spoke with his usual extended mouth.
"Um ~. My brother said a lot, but that's more or less there, but it's not all there ~"
To Thor, who is suddenly confused by the story, the rider takes a slightly more serious look and offers his hand to the distant flying dragon.
And I've been asking like it's nothing.
"Do you really want to see it?"