The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Ciel, Sola, is it time for you to go in the bag?

We approached the village of Hathahi and asked Shiel to enter the bag.

Day 7 from the day I found that fruit.

Along the way, he mined demonic stones in caves and harvested nuts and fruits, as well as an unjust dump where he found them again.

Sol did a great job on the dump.

The pattern that floated on Sol's body turned calm and silver to cool.

However, the body is maintained in a rounded state.

I don't see how it's going to go back to normal and I'm anxious to see what happens.

"Any sign of people?

Mr. Druid asks as he looks around.

"Uh, no."

There are no signs of people quite far away, but there are no signs of demons nearby.

Until earlier, I guess it was because Ciel was out of the bag.

"Then let's go out on the village road"

"Yeah, let's do that"

When I walked in the direction I asked Ciel, I saw the village road.

That's Ciel.

"Almost there."

"Right."

"About 15 days ahead of schedule, so don't even have a choice of accommodation."

"Is it that crowded?

"Oh, we need to be careful not to fall off because we're going to have a great crowd on that day."

"Okay."

I wonder how many people get together.

I'm a little excited, but you're a little bad at having a lot of people.

Hmm, can I enjoy it?

"They're all having fun, so it's okay"

You perceived my feelings, you stroke my head slowly.

"Let's have fun."

"Yeah."

Mr. Druid's here, too, and I'm sure he'll be fine.

"What! Is that the gate?

I'm surprised to see the gate I see.

It's flashy to say something.

The entire gate is colored.

"This village is flashy anyway, so it's amazing inside."

Even in the village?

Or can a gate be this flashy?

Stop and look up at the gate.

Made of wood is no different from other villages and towns.

Yet the tree has bright colors.

Red, blue, green, lots of colors are used anyway.

"... what painting is that?

Looks like child's graffiti.

By the way, there's even a place like hitting something and coloring it.

"Apparently it was some kind of painting at first. But every festival, the colors were layered, and now I hear it's in this state."

"The degree of the festival?

"Yeah, well, they've got guys hitting the gates with colored powder dough"

Is that why it's an irregular pattern?

Or it's a busy impression.

"Yes, we all wear white on the festival day."

"Bright white clothes? I don't have any clothes of that color."

"It's okay, because festival-only clothes will be sold. Spend two days wearing it."

"Two days?

"Ah. Do you want to go into the village before you explain? Looks like the gatekeeper's a little suspicious."

Is it because I've been talking to you looking at the gate, the gatekeeper is watching me?

Closer, a bit of a vigilant atmosphere.

I've done something wrong.

"Excuse me, I'd like to go into the village"

"Really? First a guild card, or a card that will tell you who you are."

The gatekeeper responds with vigilance.

Was it that suspicious?

Mr. Druid takes the card out, so I take the card out of the bag, too.

Checking our identity with the card, Mr. Gatekeeper breathed heavily.

"Good. He was quick to come to the festival, and he was wary that something would be done because he was staring at us."

"Excuse me, this was my first time in the village, so I was asking why the gate was flashy, etc."

"I see, did you?

"Yes."

'Cause it does get flashy year after year.'

The gatekeeper looks up at the gate.

"Yes, do you have any plans for this village?

"I thought I'd join the festival."

"What! It's only a month away, isn't it?

The gatekeeper's surprised face.

After all, it seemed a little too soon to come.

"Ah, I was worried about the inn, so I came early"

"I see. There are certainly more people attending year after year, making it harder to pick up the inn."

"Yeah, that's right. Don't you know the recommended accommodation?

"Right...... Oh, can you write down the reason for your stay on this piece of paper?

"Yes."

Mr. Druid receives the paper from the gatekeeper.

"Planned attendance at the festival means almost a month's stay, right?

"I'm going to. I also thought about the square, but I thought we should be a little reluctant this time of year."

"No square. Yesterday there were some idiots who went wild. If you have a lovely lady with you, this is definitely not the time."

"Yep."

Is it that bad?

They told me not to do it twice.

"If the price is also the inn there, there is an inn named 'Cologne' after a short walk around the fourth corner towards the back of the boulevard to the right. The owners there are pleasant and pleasant."

"Do you have a bath?

"There is definitely a bath in this Hathahi Village Inn. Because it's conditional to make a bath when you open an inn."

Conditions are to make a bath.

That's a great village.

"You've never known me before."

"The 'Cologne' bath is huge, so I have a reputation for taking my time"

"Right. Sounds like you can count on it. Thanks."

"No. Festival, have fun going"

"Oh, thanks for the info on the inn"

"Thank you"

"No, again"

I go through the gate and look at the town and stop.

It sure is flashy.

Or different colors are used and there is no uniformity.

"You look tired in the village."

"Ahahahaha, that's what they say when they come to this village."

Door color, window frame color, wall color.

Brilliantly pieced apart from house to house.

Besides, they all use colors close to the primary colors.

The whole boulevard is colourful and vibrant.

"Take the fourth corner to the back of Boulevard to the right, right? Oh, is that the inn you introduced me to?

A bright blue building with corners bent and a few walls ahead.

It seems to be the inn called 'Cocologne' that introduced me there.

"Wow, that's bright blue"

"Right. A yellow door on a bright blue wall."

"The window frame is black."

Open the door of Cocologne and enter the inn.

"Is that it? Not at all."

I thought it was flashy inside because it was flashy outside, but it is unified with furniture with a very calm impression.

"Welcome. Welcome to Cologne. I'm the shopkeeper's chickal."

When I turned my gaze to those who heard voices, a man with glasses was smiling at us.

I wonder if he's about Mr. Druid's height, he's just thin.

"I say Druid. This is Ivy. Two people, I'd like to stay. Is the room available?

"Yeah, I'm fine. There is still about January to the festival so no problem. Do you mind if I join you in the room?

"Yes, please"

"How long?

"I plan to attend the festival. The day we leave is still to be determined."

"Okay. Accommodation costs, but for now, we will calculate them in January."

"Yes."

"Breakfast is included in the 7 Ladal of the Month. Dinner will be charged separately"

That's one ladal higher than the previous inn.

The time of the festival, he said the accommodation would be more expensive, so is that it?

"Okay. Can I tell you in the morning when I need dinner?

"Yeah, that's okay. Then it will be the corner room on the third floor. Please feel free to use the cooking area as it is located on each floor. I'll show you around."

Follow Mr. Chickal up the stairs to the third floor.

"This is the cooking place."

View the cooking area on the third floor.

They also put pots and such, which seem pretty user-friendly.

"Here's the room"

The room shown is a beautiful little spacious space.

"Is there a problem?

"Yes, I was relieved in a very calm and beautiful room"

The co-spaces were unified with furniture with a calm impression, but I was nervous about what the individual rooms would look like.

I wouldn't let it down if the colors were plentiful, like outside.

But the worry seemed futile.

The room guided has a warm impression of being woody.

Good.

"Heh, that was good. What are you doing for dinner today?

I don't know what you were worried about.

It's a little embarrassing.

"Do me a favor. Is that okay?

"Yes, roger that."

When Mr. Chickal leaves the room, he jumps on the bed.

"Interesting village."

"Oh, shall we take a look around the village later? I want to take the information to the Adventurers Guild."

"Yeah."

Looking forward to the festival.