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

The streets at noon were quite busy.

A fast horse running through the wind or a carriage that relaxes and maintains its own speed.

I also see a bright white carriage with a rare four-headed stand.

Many people walk.

A farmer with a big bag on his back or a traveler dressed in a rubbed off cloak.

Is he a guard or colleague in leather armor?

Everyone comes and goes freely in the footsteps they are accustomed to.

All you can hear is the sound of the hooves kicking lightly on the ground and the occasional whimpering of the little birds.

Sora relaxed and stretched her hands out into the sky feeling comfortable with the monotonous vibrations coming from under her ass.

Moo, who sits side by side, also opens his mouth like a sneer, letting the curly hair of gold sticking out of his hat play in the wind at will.

The girl squeaked smudgingly as she followed the flowing scenery with her eyes.

"It just feels so good that the sky is blue."

"Oh, Miss Sola, you're a perfectly full of adventurers,"

"What, was it like that now?

"If you go all the way to the land, the normal weather will make you happy."

Sora nodded pointlessly at Moo's cheek next door when she laughed happily at Garud's words as he gripped the reins.

The poked child puts his strength on his cheek and lets the girl's fingers bounce back.

"Mm-hmm. Moo is different today."

"Mmm."

"See, Mr. Garoud, please"

"What? Should I poke him in the cheek? Oh, this is hard."

Kids who get their cheeks poked from both sides and are good at lifting their noses do not look like they sunk before they left.

When Moo sang a small nose song, Sora and Garud also began to sing together.

A fun singing carriage is headed for the Border District of Bossaria, north of the street.

The horses, who had just returned from the swamp and were exhausted, were not disturbed in footsteps thanks to having them replaced using their B-rank privileges.

The woods of the little ghosts, which had already spread black on the right hand side of his sight, were invisible in shadows and shapes.

It's roughly a day's ride from Dadan to Bossaria, but at this pace, we're likely to manage to make it to the closing of the sunset.

"So what was Sackow's request?

In the carriage.

Euril asks calmly as she sits on a cushion loaded high above her.

Sitting across the street, looking at the view through a narrow window, Tor exhaled gently and turned his gaze.

"Apparently, the dungeon that occurred was unexpectedly huge due to temper, and that's helping you explore it. And since there are too many monsters in the depths to be herd phase, that's two types of crusade requests."

This time the lord of the request made through Ciecca was Saccou, former deputy director of the Dadan Adventurers Bureau and now head of Bossaria Street.

There was also a meeting with Thor and Straccia about the head of the neighborhood, but since we both said no, it was up to Yingjie, who retired, to turn the bowl.

In the first place, the recapture of Bossaria itself was an operation carried out at the initiative of Saccou.

In that context, it is said that there was considerable pressure in the country because Yingjie Bossaria, which became the name of the city, was a red-tailed tribe.

This time, there is also a strong view that it is the inauguration to take that responsibility.

Being head of a border district is an enviable status because it can have considerable honor and power.

But when it came to Bossaria, it was a poverty-stricken lottery that I could see clearly.

As it stands, thanks to Thor's cooperation, the Border District of Bossaria has regained considerable shape, but there are not many more key residents.

But that's not impossible either.

Nearby monsters are also getting worse as a result of the spirits that were leaking out of the big hole, and we don't know when the big outbreak will happen again.

From the border streets of Dadan, too, adventurers and former guards emigrated considerably, but I have to say that the majority of them fall in quality with all the people who fired the guards in the manning.

It still seems to take some time for the Bossaria shortage of manpower to be eliminated.

"So that's where you spoke to Mr. Thor."

"I guess it's hard to call the Vajra and True Silver guys"

To Thor's words, who inadvertently forgot his rank, Euril accidentally broke his mouth.

"But you're really good at seeing opportunities, that guy"

There are a number of reasons why adventurers can retire from the operation.

but there is only one cause to name the most.

- Fear.

You're the adventurer at your peril, but there's more to that mind than just being a person.

I get used to the daily dangers and gradually become paralyzed, but yes, not all hunting is so safe.

So he returns the applause of his death to me.

And that witch was a strong reminder of that emotion.

He was probably stepping on the idea that he had a shallow adventurer history and would have an impact around Sora or Moo, who was still mentally immature.

That's why Tor and the others witnessed the witches and asked them to anticipate when they would come to the library to look into it.

This Sackow request also had great advantages for the Tors.

The swamp of demons has a lot to stop because of the fog, and they can't help but move freely to rent other camps.

For the first time, the presence of an even more horrible witch constantly sits in a corner of consciousness.

But although the vicinity of Botsaria is dangerous, on the contrary it can also be said that it is rich in prey.

It's a great place to regain your lost confidence.

Furthermore, in the swamp it hid its palms, but it is also a great opportunity to try a lot.

I'm not sure I had spotted that far, but there was no doubt that this Sackow request was a ship across the street.

"Thor, look, look! There's a field!

Suddenly a small window opens and Sora's voice pops in.

Turning his gaze out, the left hand side had a blue field at some point.

A fence is erected to the point of apology, and you look like an adventurer walking in front of you.

"That's a bean field. When it comes to bossaria, it's famous for its bean regions."

"Heh. What are those people doing?

"On the right side of the street, it's a shithole, so every once in a while the monsters get lost. That would be the protection."

"Ho, ho, I'm lowering the green adventurer bill."

"Dadan said it was a green oak class, but this one's gonna be a green bean class."

"Ho, you know more, Mr. Garud"

"If there's something you don't understand, keep asking me."

It was actually Garoud of the House who explained it so well.

Tor, deprived of his usual role, shrugs his shoulders and asks just now.

"You mean you saw the field, is it time?

"You've got two hours. You're going to make it."

"Well, I'm sorry I rushed you"

As Garud put it, on the verge of a sunset bell, the carriage arrived in the city surrounded by an outer wall.

Until a few weeks ago, it was a wall that was left in terrible condition by ants, but now, for once, it is repairing its appearance.

The Tors, who left the carriage with the gatekeeper, slowly pass through the Great Square, where the demonic stone lights began to gleam.

Looks like the crusade assessment desk is still open, but the Adventurers Bureau is already out of business.

Turn the greeting the next day, turn around the corner in front of the inner gate and proceed for a while.

I don't see any signs of monsters occupying this area for a long time, either, due to Thor's mindful < restore >.

Eventually the line reaches the sunny first class near the outer wall.

There it was, a splendid two-story mansion surrounded by sturdy walls.

This house is the reward for which Thor and his men freed Bossaria.