"................................. what...? What the hell is this..."
It is not a rare substitute, such as the stunned face of Sollgham, the head of the famous Thunder Asthma group at the temple shop.
If it were a regular balcony, I would have slapped plenty of light mouth on all the chatter.
But he doesn't seem to be the same person right now.
Its well-rounded mouth stays open and doesn't try to come out with one groan.
That was also true of Chill, the alliance leader of the Storm Peak Alliance who was behind the two.
A sharp eye, like the usual raptor, has been opened up in circles like a chick.
Standing in front of the three of them was a giant stone building.
Walls loaded with large stones without gaps stretch high overhead.
There seems to be even a small tower on the corner with a good view.
It was a well-built fortress beyond doubt.
But the beauty isn't the only thing that surprises the men.
Because first of all, the place is the place.
Behind such an enclave, the fort existed in grandeur, by a swamp of demon hides that should only enter a handful of chosen adventurers.
But that's also a slight problem compared to the other point.
Most surprisingly, there was no such building until yesterday (...).
Like parents and distracted toddlers, the three reach for the stone wall in horror.
And to the feeling that the cold stone was undisputed there, we looked at each other with a twilight face on the way.
The inflexible men who lose their words and stand, but they don't seem to have even shut up to that forged account.
The three unexpectedly felt signs behind them, turning as if they had breathed together.
And I lost my voice again to the figure in front of me.
What emerged from the corner of the walls was a white beast walking bipedally.
Even so, the size is only around the umbilical area.
And for some reason, I had a string of snake leather hanging from it.
Hanging at the end of that string is a small square basket.
The strange standing white beast suddenly started waving his hands and feet wide in front of the three of them.
Flip yourself over and twirl around on the spot.
Finally, he stopped pitting and suddenly pulled the skin of his head back.
What emerged from inside was the face of a child with adorable blonde curly hair and purple eyes.
With a masterful look on his face, the young child exalted herself.
"Welcome to Moo's Oyster!
And once you flip yourself, you turn and disappear with stastastas and horns.
The remaining adults chased after him with a hasty face.
On the ground floor part of the side not facing the marsh of the fort there was a large stables where carriages could board.
The horses unraveled from the horses drink water in a relaxed manner.
Not much sight to see here, but the three of them passed by early enough when their senses were paralysed.
On a stone staircase leading upstairs, a child wearing the skin of an earlier beast is inviting.
The men who nodded at each other never put their feet on the stairs with their will.
As they were led by the noisy noise, the three proceeded down the aisle to the back room.
It was a spacious room.
There are small lighting windows lined up, surrounded by stone but with an open atmosphere.
On one side of the wall there is a fireplace, with flames burning red scorching iron nets.
Before that, the girl, who was peering into the bend, noticed Sollgham and the others and brought the color of welcome to her eyes.
Turn around and speak to the person behind the room.
"Thor, the customer is here."
"Oh, have you come? I'm sorry I called you in."
Approaching in response to his voice was a middle-aged adventurer.
He was a hero who could not seem but had liberated Bossaria, and his strength had been confirmed by all three.
And that Tor was also the organizer of this Silver Alliance.
We all knew that the Tors had a line coming to the swamp about two days ago in a report by their men.
He seemed to be crouching on the ground looking for something on the fort trail, but he couldn't tell me who he was looking for.
Instead, at noon today, it was up to me to ask for a message to come here.
"............... what is this place? How..."
"What's going on here? Is this all Mr. Thor's fault?
"Lord Hero, please explain quickly! I don't know. I'm going crazy."
When Thor shrugged his shoulder to the three of them who spoke early in the arrow succession, he pointed to the table where he had been placed.
"Well, why don't we have lunch first?
The table, which had just placed a wooden plate over a red round thick instead of a foot, was rather narrow when everyone sat down.
If you look closely at the chair, it's a simple folding chair used by adventurers.
You noticed the sight of the three, Thor explains as he scratches under his chin.
"I could get the building back, but I can't get to the contents. I managed to make a replacement in time, so please don't dress up a little."
"Did you put it back?
"............... No way!
"Lord Hero did it!?
When Thor opens his mouth, a girl appears with a plate in her hand to interrupt.
"Oh, my God, it's cooked."
From the plates arranged one after the other, there was an unusually delicious smell.
The reddish meat (steak) is thick and raises the hot air while seeping the gravy.
The green beans served next door also give off an appetizing colour.
Sora's voice echoed again in Chill's ear, which he almost swallowed his saliva by accident.
"There's no more than two pieces of bread."
In a verbally raised response, Baluconia quickly looked around the face of the table.
Directly in front, Thor carries silently cut meat into his mouth.
Next to it sits a child wearing the fur of an earlier white beast, and the Cui Yu men with the same face bake worthy of care.
On the other side, a girl with a blue ribbon is digesting meat with great momentum.
Next to it, moreover, a silver-haired gray-eared beauty sat down, tilting her cup gracefully.
Turn the corner and behind the table.
There was a beautiful red-haired woman with white napkins wrapped around her neck, gently biting the meat.
A Tea Horn man standing behind him pours wine into a subtle empty cup.
Behind that, moreover, an Ethereal Scale woman somehow clawed her harp and played the music she deserved during the meal.
To the sight of it as if it were some fancy restaurant, Sollgham and the others had no choice but to remain silent again.
It was a tea horn man who was eating meat lavishly next door who had spoken to those three.
"Look, if you don't eat fast, it's gonna get cold. It's hard to taste the meat from a dragon's tail. Don't be shy."
"What if this isn't the flock phase of the Lake Dragon in Bossaria? I've heard rumors that Mr. Thor has been exterminated."
"You know me well. That's a chatterer."
"You really knocked me out. Then I'd like to ask you something."
"I'll explain around after dinner. I ate for now. I ate."
The three prompted reached for the knife with countless doubts.
Then, the taste is concentrated, and it becomes obsessed and crumbles.
Moo and Chil had since been scolded amicably by reaching for the third bread.
I poured my after-dinner tea down my throat and took a breather, and finally began explaining this fort.
"There are a lot of things I'd like to ask you, but simply put, I < restored > this place."
"…………"?
"That's a rumored trick to fix the city of Bossaria. I saw you reposition it, is this one of those things? How many other things?
"You couldn't just cure people! All I'm saying is it's awesome."
Three people who give their thoughts orally, but I don't have a bare temptation to doubt Thor's words.
Because we have already accepted that the fact that the fort exists here and supports our feet cannot be shaken.
It is a good example of how the longer you keep an adventurer, the easier it becomes to embrace reality.
Thor faintly, that he was carefully taught the specifications of the fort at the time in the Adventurers Bureau's library.
On that basis, he told us that he had spent two days carefully reading the records of the land and trying to reproduce them just like him.
The reason for this is that you should know your powers well and trust them.
And to defeat the witch, Thor went on to ask for help from the three of us.
At that moment, the colour of the men's eyes just changed.
"............... are you serious?
"Well, that, I don't think, is decent, but if you can get it back to a fort like this, maybe..."
"You're the man who's going up a few of my sheets. I still want it for Chita's son-in-law!
"Of course we have a chance. Will you look at this tree?"
Tor pointed to the red round thickness that was the foot of the table.
In the back of the room, there are quite a few of them.
"It is a tree called mangrove tree, which grows around a lake of blood build-up in Bossaria. This guy is corruption-resistant, so he should be able to use it as a replacement for a buried tree."
From there, I build scaffolding and jealously talk about how I'm going to attack the witch.
The heads of the three factions, who at first thought it was an overly absurd suggestion, are gradually dragged into the story.
By the time Thor had finished the conversation, the men's mood had reached half-heartedness.
"I'm not asking you to decide right now. In the meantime, why don't you take it home and discuss it"
".................. Ah, oh"
"Hmm. Hmm. Interesting, I see. Such hands against fog..."
"Right. That < acceleration > and they are very interesting. Would you let me try it once?
Tor nodded contentedly at the attitude of the three likeable people.
And all I ask is push.
"Anything else you want to ask me? If you have any doubts, let me out now."
The three of them, who looked at each other in the words, uttered similar words as they were aligned.
"............... If you have so much power, shouldn't your Lord not come forward anymore?
"Yeah, losing you seems like an uninterrupted loss."
"Um, my son-in-law should be somewhere safe."
But Tor, who shook his neck to the side, answered as he lifted the edge of his lips small.
"Apparently, I can't stand it."