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

The day after the noisy night dawned, the Tors were rolling out to the city.

Sisan and the rest of the young group have finished their breakfast and are taking the Garud carriage to the bloody lake.

I first saw how things were going with bouncing stripes and was willing to head to Kojima on a restored raft if I could get there.

The three brothers, who had slightly removed their wings, waited for the liquor to drain, and said they would head to the hunting grounds as well in a carriage for noon transfers.

This one seems to be planning to build a new raft and explore the islands behind the lake.

Last night, the youngsters were surrounded by large crowds and allowed their words of gratitude to rain.

For the first time in his life, Tor remembers Sisan blushing her cheeks squeaking like she was in trouble.

It's still going on, just walking down the street, and different people throwing praise glances and voices at me.

One after another, the stall offers delicious smelling products, and Sola and Moo's hands are already full.

At first she was a girl who tried to pay for it, but was told she must because the hero would have a reputation just for eating it, and she was savoring every one of them with a serious face.

Though the moment I put it in my mouth the corner of my mouth was lifted immediately and turned into a full grin.

The joy of being praised and acknowledged by someone is irreplaceable.

But Sisan and the others are trying to move forward silently without being proud of it.

Remembering that appearance, Thor scratched quietly under his chin.

Words thrown from Sackow swirl around the back of my brain last night.

Defeat the witch.

That is certainly an act required of a hero, but it is also an act that is too risky.

By challenging that heirloom monster, you could lose someone dear.

It wasn't to be decided lightly.

In the first place, such as Thor going for Yingjie, because it was in a position opposite to himself called mud fishing.

An acknowledged existence that leaves vicious monsters and gathers people's praise all together.

As a lonely adventurer who didn't distract anyone and just kept hunting tiny prey, I'm pretty sure there was an admiration there.

But now, in this city, Thor is welcomed as a hero.

People who probably don't know the faces or names of the heroes are the first to be popular that won't be there.

Should we still move on?

Without an answer, Thor pushed open the door to the Adventurers Bureau.

"I've been waiting for you, Hero Tor."

Shortly after reaching the counter, Tor and the others had been led to the back room.

Sitting on a thick sofa, a cold beverage is carried that seems to have been deliberately cooled on a chiller.

A few moments later, an official who had greeted me first came back with a small box.

I gently give it away, carefully bowing my head.

"The Director has told me to give you this. Please put it away."

When the upper lid was opened, it was a bright white gold coin that had never been seen.

"Wow, that's a killey."

"That's shiny!

You stuck with white gold coins.

Tor leaked a surprising grunt at the purchase price of more dragons than he thought.

As well as the swamp of demons, which is a true silver hunting ground for the Tolls, the bulk of the buying of materials is silver coins, even the monsters in the underground prison to which the Vajra class passes ahead.

Enough to finally get to the bottom of the prison in gold coins.

And this white gold coin is supposed to be worth two hundred gold coins.

It was a substitute only seen by large merchants and senior aristocrats, and was broken as the amount paid for prey that occurs on red-scaled hunting grounds.

"... okay?

The Border District of Bossaria is also a time of great gold hanging in the middle of still rebuilding.

I was told to color it, but I don't think I can pom it out to the adventurer.

"Yeah, don't worry. Because if you're such a big dragon, you can take plenty of material, and dragon parts trade for a lot of high prices. And even more so if a hero becomes a defeated dragon."

If it is indeed a scale that size, it can be affixed to the shield as it is. It would also be easy to process into armor.

Besides, even though much of the meat behaved like residents, the precious gut parts that are processed into the drug seem to remain exactly the same.

"I see, does this also mean publicity"

Giving huge prizes can indirectly increase the preciousness of that dragon.

It's also easy to imagine a brilliant gathering of adventurers with that in mind.

"Then don't hesitate to take it"

"Say thank you again. Thank you so much for saving this city, gentlemen."

"If you get stuck again, Moo tends to come after him!

Thank you very much for your kind words.

"No more, if you promise on your own, Moo."

"Well, I can't make an appointment, but if anything happens, I'll take care of it."

"Call me anytime"

Eriki, the family order, informs the visitors of Thor's return to the mansion.

When we took to the reception room, it was the craftsmen who waited.

First, an old silver craftsman, dressed in neatly sprinkled clothes, gracefully offers the item.

"Thank you for waiting so long, ma'am. This is your order."

Arranged on the table were brilliant finely crafted truly silver forehead crowns and necklaces.

Together, they are decorated with large bright blue gems in the center.

To its brilliant flourishing, Sola immediately sparkled her eyes.

Euril also peeks into her beautiful outfit as she piques her eartips.

"Would you have liked to have called?

"Yes, I really liked it!

"This is great"

"Please try it"

"Okay, Rico, Cerami, come here"

To Eriki's call, the housekeeper girls, who had refrained, bring a big look.

Sora, who had just worn a necklace, flipped herself around in front of it.

And he noticed the admiring glance of the two supporting the mirror, smiling lightly.

"Thank you. I was even prettier and more surprised than I imagined."

"I have handled rare materials, and this is where I learned a lot"

The silver mechanic, who received the money, gracefully left the room.

Then came Craka, the tannery man.

The dirt on the leather front seems to have been removed as much as possible.

We got it.

What the youth had offered while saying bosoli was clothing made of white weasel leather.

What is interesting is its structure.

Almost left the monster as it was.

At the tip of his hand, the nail area is removed, so that his fingers can come out of it.

The same applies to the leg area.

My back is hugely and vertically cracked and I seem to get my body inside from there.

There was a hole in the crack between left and right, tied with a string to allow it to close securely.

"What is this!?

"Want to try it on? Moo."

"Yeah!"

A child who just took off his jacket enters his fur softly.

The head part has a cleavage in the neck, and it seems to be a mechanism to get a face out of it.

The fur on its head also seems to be dripping behind it or wearing it like a hood.

Moo, with his face out of the white weasel, made his purple eyes shine to the fullest.

Keep it in front of the mirror and start showing off the odd dance.

The girls who supported her were grinning diligently with a bright red face.

Enjoying the comfort of plenty of white weasel fur, Moo looks back and tells the producer off.

"Yeah, this went a long way. Your treat is cool!

"What?"

"No, let me pay properly. A good job requires a reward commensurate with that."

Apparently, he was receiving the words he told the stall masters by mistake of what they meant by gratitude.

Kraka, handed the price of the promise, proudly let her lift her face.

As an artisan, this one had a peeling atmosphere.