The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

What I saw in the light was a woman in her 30s falling with a green box in her arms.

Around her are scattered tubes of food and water.

My father gently put his finger on her wrist.

He's alive.

"Great.... what are you going to do?

My father thinks a little about my question.

I was going to help immediately, but I noticed the clothes she was wearing.

It's a monk suit.

It is a dress worn by a woman who is a member of the church.

"I don't want to be involved with church officials."

"Yeah."

But if you don't help me, I'll never regret it.

Just church officials.

I'm scared because I don't know what kind of problems will happen later.

But... when I saw her, I found her breathing painfully.

"Dad, let me help you."

I see. If something goes wrong, we're going to run. "

"Yeah."

Pu ~?

When she looked at Sola's voice, she looked at us strangely.

Ah, yes.

I can't rely on it, but I want to confirm it.

"Sora, can I help her?

"Pupupupupu ~"

Sola replies that she will be fine soon.

Sil and the others nodded naturally.

"What, are you okay? Okay, let's get out of here for now. Looks like you have a fever."

When his father lifted the woman's arm over his shoulder, the green box that the woman was holding fell to the ground.

Even if you lose consciousness, it is something you held with your arms, so you must pick it up as something important.

Are you okay?

"Ah, light. This is a little too light."

I take a woman's hand at my father's words.

A bony hand without any flesh.

You're pretty skinny.

I see.... maybe she has a reason?

I smile bitterly at your father's words.

I thought you ran away from the problem.

Looks like there's still something left.

Exit the hole in the rock and look around.

"Anything else bothering you?

When I asked Sierre and the others, each nodded as they cried.

"Sola, I'm sorry, but can we slow down somewhere bigger than this cave? I want her to rest well."

"Is it bad?

"It's hard to catch a cold because you're undernourished."

Certainly.

"Do you want me to just give you a potion?

I see. Can you get Flem's potion out right away?

Remove the flame red sparkling potion from the magic bag wrapped around the waist.

"When did you subdivide that potion?

"Well, maybe three months ago?

It's not deteriorating.

Father looks impressed by the potion.

Flem's potion will not deteriorate even if it is subdivided like Sora's potion.

It's a really weird potion.

"Can I have your support?

Oh, wait a minute.

My father supports the woman and looks up a little.

Gently place the bottle in your mouth and pour the potion in little by little.

"You might swallow it, so slowly."

"Yeah, it's okay... okay, I drank it."

Whether the potion worked or not, the woman's breath gradually settles down.

The complexion seems to have improved.

You're all right.

I see.

When my father held the woman back, he stopped moving.

"Dad?"

"Ivy, let's go back to the cave."

What?

When he embraces a woman, he returns to the cave that has just emerged.

After chasing in a hurry, his father loosened the collar of the woman's clothes.

"What's wrong?

"Hey, I can see what's bothering me. I want to make sure."

When I saw the neck of a woman, I saw something like a black octopus.

"What is this?

"It's an old slave mark. This is forbidden."

"Slave marks? You're from the church?

I can see the impatience in your father's expression.

"I don't know what this slave mark looks like. I'm sure they gave me 10 orders."

"Ten! You've decided to have up to three now, right?

"Ah, the law changed to protect the slaves, and the use of this slave mark was forbidden. I can't believe some of them are still using this stuff."

Indeed, the crime of using slaves was rampant.

So the law changed and there were only three orders.

I heard that the circle of slaves was required to make it clear at a glance what orders they had given.

I'm in trouble. Once the magic stabilizes, it may work as ordered. Besides, I don't know what kind of orders are given..... "

My father looks into the cave.

And look at the green box I have.

"That's for sure....."

"Yeah, it's a box that a woman had."

"Can you show me?

"Of course."

It's not my box, but it's good.

When I gave it to my father, I slowly opened the lid.

The father looked a little surprised when he saw the contents.

"It's a magic item. Maybe she ran away."

"What? From the church?

There's a sign of slavery?

"I can't say anything because I'm still expecting it. It's possible."

Dad takes the black string out of the box.

"A string?"

Could this be why you ran away?

But it just looks like a black string.

"Ah, these black strings suck up the magic in your body and destabilize it. It's one of the torture tools used in the past."

Eh!

It just looks like a string, but it has that kind of power.

But a torture tool?

Absorbing magic and destabilizing it?

When I tilt my neck, my father puts his hand on the pong and head.

"It was used by powerful people."

A powerful magician?

I see. I sucked up the magic with this black string and disturbed it so I couldn't use it.

Is that it?

But there was a magic item to keep you from using magic, right?

Why did you use this black string instead of that one?

"I don't want to use this magic item. But I can't think of any other way to suppress the sign of slavery."

Pefu

"Hmm? Sol?

Sol approaches a woman when his father compares a black string to a woman.

Speaking of which, after eating the little magic in this rock, it was a little blurry.

"Sol, are you okay now? Something went wrong."

I was distracted by the woman and forgot to wait and see.

No, not this one.

Pefu

Sol nods one.

And he flew happily toward the woman.

Ah

Sol wrapped around a woman's neck.

If you keep shaking a little pull, it will be quiet.

"Dad."

Hmm?

"I don't think you need a string.

"Oh, I feel that way."

With your father, you stare at Sol with a woman.

"I can't help looking here. Why don't we take a break in this cave and tent today?"

"That's right. You can't sleep three people in this cave."

There's no problem sitting normally, but it's as big as it gets.

As she exited the cave, Sierra was relaxing.

Sora and Flem are around his stomach.

Tron fell asleep some time in a bag hanging from his shoulder.

I think I swing around a little bit.

Place a bag containing Tron near Siel.

"I'm sorry, Sierra. Will you let me know when Toron wakes up?

Nyahn

"Oh, and... I'm going to spend the day near this cave. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Pupupupupu ~"

Terururururu ~

Nyahn

When I stroked my head in turn, I went under my father, who was preparing a tent.

"I'm sorry, I can help."

"Thank you. Hold me down."

Finish the tent by yourself and start preparing your meal.

"Will it wake up?

"Nh ~, if the magic is disturbed, your health will be deprived, so maybe you can't do it today. I don't seem to have much health."

"Indeed. But I'm not sure I can cook right away when I wake up... and I'll make something that's digestible."

I see. I'll help you. "

"Thank you."