"Mr. Druid."
"Hmm?"
"I remember asking for less..."
"hahahaha"
The crate I have and the crate Mr. Druid has.
That would be the same as yesterday if that were all, but I feel like the crate he has, no matter what you look at it, is only a little bigger than yesterday.
When I was surprised to see the crate that was given to me when I returned to the square, my wife said to me, 'You don't have to be shy. The journey will be hard without strength,' she said.
"Ah, my sister-in-law probably told me. It just seemed like my mother didn't want me to."
I see, did it turn out to be a bigger crate than yesterday?
It's delicious, so I'd love to get a lot of it, but I thought, 'Is that okay?' And I get a little anxious.
Nevertheless, I'm glad we have an authentic version of the magic bag.
Now in the hot season, food needs the utmost attention.
I really appreciate those who gave me the bag.
Return to the square and let Sola and Flem out in the tent.
"I'm sorry about today. But until today. Shall we go to the woods tomorrow?
The two shook me up with a pull with joy.
The store owner made a decision around lunch today that no more was needed because rice penetrated faster than he thought.
Then when I put out the sign 'Final of the Day', people pushed me over to see if the rumors spread. Very busy.
Even the shoppers who sold rice gathered in the store with the mistaken belief that rice would be gone and in havoc.
The store owner panicked and said, "You can buy 'Kome' at any time," he put out a new sign and managed to calm down.
Rumors are amazing - and it was a day I felt.
"I'll leave the potion. Go ahead. Ugh, I want my arm."
Too much grip on the rice balls, dull pain when you move them......
Sola and Flem get out of the bag and eat the potions lined up.
I'll see how it goes a little, but both are fine.
You're sleepy.
If you stare at where the two are eating, your eyelids will fall off if you are quite tired.
Quick ~ …….
"Ah..."
From my stomach, a very loud noise echoed the tent.
Just Sora and Flem, but a little embarrassed.
"Uh, you're going to have dinner. I'm coming."
The sound of my stomach gets so loud.
Good in the tent.
"Sorry to keep you waiting...... Ah. Master, Mr. Gilmouth."
Leaving the tent, a desk and chair were available that I had never seen.
On the desk is left open the lid of the crate that I brought home.
There still seems to be a lot of it.
I'm glad the masters are here.
A habitual smile when I look at the three of them, but with a slightly tired masters of expression and a dreadful look of Druid.
And I'm so tired that I'm worried you'll be okay, Mr. Gilmouth.
I wonder what happened.
"Thank you for waiting. Eh, this desk and chair..."
Let's start with something that's easy to hear.
"I brought you the extra stuff. I'll do it. This is good, because you can make it smaller with magic items."
Hmm?
Am I mishearing you?
I heard 'I'll do it' even though it's a magic item desk and chair.
It's my fault, it looks pretty expensive.
"Ivy, good for you. It's what my master had, so it's for sure."
With Mr. Druid's smile, I finally feel it.
I don't care what you think, they give me a pretty expensive magic item.
"No, Master. Exactly. This is too expensive."
"It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry, I have two more of the same stuff. Thank you for today."
Do you mean "Operation Beat Up" today's thank-you?
I'm curious what happened, but it's hard to hear you looking at Mr. Gilmouth's condition.
Still, is that okay?
I think it's a magic item with a pretty high value.
"This is the best place for this desk."
When you look in the direction your master points, the magic items you have seen are buried at your desk.
This is a magic item that makes people deaf around you.
Is that it?
Could this be a rare thing, too?
"Master!
"Ivy will definitely need this if we are to continue our journey. We're going somewhere with a lot of people, right?
Oh, is that why your master chose this?
But this is so expensive, isn't it?
"Ivy, I think you can have it. I got a lot of things when I was a disciple."
Because Mr. Druid was a disciple......
But you chose to think about me, didn't you?
"Uh, thank you"
"It's okay, it's okay. Never mind."
Wow, I got awesome stuff.
I did want a magic item that would make my voice deaf.
So I'm pretty happy.
"Well, do you want some?"
"Yes. I'll take it."
We can eat for four, but it's unusual tranquility.
It looks like neither Mr. Druid nor Mr. Gilmouth have the energy to talk.
Well, it's true, because you've been pretty busy, too, Mr. Gilmouth?
Or was something wrong?
... I'm curious.
At times like this, you look the best......
"Master, is there something wrong?
"Hmm? No, I could've sieved people off without a problem. Something a little unexpected happened."
A little?
"All the adventurers I gathered were painful. I didn't think everyone was coming to register."
Ahhh.
Not everyone.
"Ha, that's impossible, isn't it?
"Right. Everyone is just fine."
Is Mr. Gilmouth's tired expression caused by the adventurers, not his master?
"When I heard from the Druid, I thought this was an opportunity to find good people. I didn't think there was anyone left."
I heard Mr. Gilmouth has an important job of raising the adventurers.
He said he was the next generation of top adventurers or the next Gilmouth candidate.
It's tough, right?
"Uh, good job"
Other than this, there are no words out there.
"Ha, thank you"
"Uh, this, it's delicious, so eat it. And this."
In the meantime, would it calm you down a bit if you were full?
Can't you?
"But, Gotos, what are you gonna do?
I wonder what?
"Ah, that's right. It hurts as a town not to have a top adventurer. I just have to raise the ones who are here right now..."
Well, Gulbal hit me, so there's no top adventurer in this town right now.
I think that's a pretty unsavory situation.
The top adventurers are also a reassuring material for the people of the town.
Just to say I'm not around, some people feel anxious.
"There are some ways to get the top adventurers on the journey to speak up and be exclusive, but it'll be hard"
I heard that many adventurers continue their journey for a reason.
So it won't be so easy to be exclusive.
"Wouldn't it come out of somewhere?"
Mr. Gilmouth, that's a little scary.
People come from the soil... Oh, no.
Someone who came out, I feel dead.
I mean, I had a lame, frightening imagination.
Is this a mixed memory of me before?
Or was there something in my world before that that would bring a dead man back to life?
Too scared.
"What's up, Ivy? You look pale."
"No, it's okay"
Imagine feeling sick or something. It sucks.
Uh, fun imagination, fun imagination.
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