Atelier Tanaka

Next day on the way.

I came to the designated meeting place yesterday, to the square built adjacent to the city's south gate. Apparently, it's like a carriage yard, surrounded by a lot of horses and cars built to be pulled by this. Finally, it's a bus station in front of the station.

There already stood the faces of the White Line, waiting for this one to arrive.

Head down to face and exchange morning greetings.

"Sorry, sorry if I'm late"

"No, we just got here a little early, so don't worry about it"

"Thank you"

A handsome man answered on behalf of the three of them.

I'd like to talk to both of the other guys for a bit, but that sounds difficult.

I haven't seen this one with you. I'm pointing at Tung and Soo.

Sad.

"Then let's leave."

"Yes."

After a handsome ordinance, we head all the way to the village where the oak leaves.

The move was a carriage. It's a rental item they had prepared in advance. If you get a little shaken up by this, they say you'll get to where you want to be. If I followed his guidance and went outside the city, there would have been a rather splendid front car pulled over by two horses. And with a goer.

It's called blonde Lori's all-body silver armor, it's called this two-horsepower carriage, and it's a rich bunch of people for a low-ranking young party. There is no doubt that one of the constituents is rich. I mean, I'm sure Blonde Lori's home is rich.

Well, after all I've done, I can ask you that. Don't get too close to what you don't understand. Pretending to be unfamiliar, I decide to get in the carriage and let you come with me to your destination. Let's stop prying.

I definitely wanted to avoid stepping in poorly and making my mind even worse when it's just not good. At least I want to be in a pattern when I say hello normally. Because having a party might not end this time alone.

If you can, I want you to tell me next time.

Just one word, that's a great pleasure for a poisonous man.

"By the way, do you have a minute? Mr. Tanaka."

After getting into the carriage for a while, a handsome man opened his mouth when the city grew smaller.

"Ah, yes. What is it?

"If you don't mind, I'd like to check your recovery magic level."

"Oh, I see."

Time for spec confirmation, huh?

That said, how did I tell you this?

"By the way, when I say level, how do I explain it..."

The status window was called LvMAX.

Should I tell you this honestly?

"Normally you can specify a rank, right? Is it about e?

"Uh..."

I don't know the rank designation or anything.

Seems common sense among them, however.

I can't answer this poorly.

So nod appropriately.

"Uh, yeah, well, that's the place."

"I see. Copy that."

It's also convenient to lie.

I don't know how much Rank E and they are. But even if it is anything more, it will be nothing less. What a level Max. If so, no one loses anything, so there's nothing wrong with it. I think.

"It's like you can't use it. Rank E at that age, what have you been up to?

"Yes, no, well, with all that..."

I got a straight aversion from blonde Lori.

Apparently, Rank E is considerably lower as a possession skill in the thirties. That said, I have just publicly stated this way, so it is also difficult to withdraw it early. Now I have nothing more than to be ashamed of my own ignorance and spoil myself to the status quo.

"I'm so sorry I didn't make it"

I'll be honest with you for now.

If they're clean, whatever it is, it's an apology.

Who's bad, where's responsible, that kind of thing is second to none.

"Fair enough, so is Estelle. We work together."

"... Huh"

A blonde lolita who looks bored and turns that way, forgiven by the handsome.

"By the way, I was wondering, would I be able to use my sword, too?

"Huh? Oh, no, this is..."

A handsome gaze turns to my hips.

There's a short sword I just bought yesterday.

A substitute I've never shaken yet.

"For personal protection or decoration, I haven't shaken it once yet..."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry I asked you something weird."

"No, this is the one dressed confusing, unless you're sorry"

I just apologized earlier.

I guess my standing in this world is lower than when I was in Japan. I somehow understood that that was why it was an apology.

Though he had gained satisfaction to the extent that he had acquired swords and armor, to this extent he may not be enough to add anything. Let's try to level up or something.

I spent some time rocked by a carriage while having a conversation that I didn't love other than how it was.

◇ ◆ ◇

Gotton. Gotton. The carrier rocks. Go slowly. The conversation is lost early, and it's quiet on the carrier. Only the noise of the wheels touching the bumps of the road sounds slightly louder. Such an awkwardness.

Maybe with the original White Line, it was a busy journey. If there was this silence as a result of my foreign body getting mixed up, I felt like I couldn't resist.

Well, patience. I just have to put up with it.

The handsome man in the example lay down saying he would sleep a little.

Beside him, the blonde Lolita is sitting in a gym with her face stuck to her knees.

The same goes for hood-based magic girls.

A miracle situation where I'm the only one with my head up because of it.

…………

What's more, it hurts my butt.

The carriage carriage we boarded is about triple flat space with what we call flooring tension. It is used as a living space under the guise of this. There is no chair-like arrangement. It's like a light tiger carrier if you like.

In addition to the silent pressure, the butt malaise.

Ouch. Hard. Sad.

…………

I'm kind of dying to go home.

As soon as I didn't think the age difference was a big thing so far. Without the hang-up to talk, there's no talking. Even Japanese culture and common sense don't make sense. It feels a little different than I thought.

Now at this moment, I am terribly jealous of one pedestrian manipulating the carriage pale.

Well, reality is such a thing.

"Oh, um..."

In the meantime, I opened my mouth to see if I could swing even on the topic appropriately -,

"It's time to get to a place where you can take a break, what do you want to do?

By the way, a guide came in from the goer.

Ugh, it's lunch time.

◇ ◆ ◇

Lunch.

As long as I was shaken by the carriage in the extension, I'm not very hungry. There's also a big thing about having a good breakfast in the dining room of the inn. So I was wondering if I should eat even the dried meat I bought at the grocery store yesterday this afternoon.

But the people on the White Line were a little different.

"Shall we do lunch?"

An exhilarating and handsome man says.

Currently, we live on the side of a street stretched out of the city.

The carriage goes to the corner so as not to disturb other people who are stopped and on the road. The horseback that was pulling this is connected to the tree, and the grass beneath his feet is done with Mushamsha.

The forest continues to the left and right of the road. It seems that it is this street that made everything cut through one end of the forest. So the same sight will continue in the future.

And the village that is the destination is about half a day away from the city, along this street. It would be the so-called lodging town for travelers.

"Oh, well, I'll pick up some firewood myself."

"No, that's good. She can make the spark."

"Huh?"

Handsome guy who blocked my suggestion.

Zophy is ahead of that gaze.

I see. Magic is the one.

"Eh, then I am..."

"I'm glad you could help me cook with it."

"Ah, yes. Okay."

He was promoted to a cook.

Apparently he was planning to cook in earnest.

You can't just move on to acting alone. I honestly decide to nod and help with this. A set of cookware and food and beverages, headed by a simple cooking table purchased yesterday, will help early. It was very good to buy it.

I don't carry a big bag on Dada. If you were wandering around Tokyo dressed the same way, it would definitely be a level of luggage that would be mistaken for homeless. Although it was good because it was a carriage trip, otherwise it was packed early for departure.

Maybe you should consider distributing some luggage from now on.

"Um, what do I do with water?

"Zophy will have the water, too."

"I see, is the water magical too"

That's convenient. Magic.

If I can get some drinking water out, I just want to remember someday.

"Uh, I'd like some water."

Zophy, who was standing a little further away.

Stand face to face.

Next door, the blonde Lori turns a terribly sharp gaze at me. I'm fine. I'm not talking to you. Because it's not you I have business with, it's the kid standing next to you.

By the way, as long as she stands arm in arm. Apparently he's a great guy.

"Is that the pot?

"Oh, yes, this is it"

The hooded girl tells me to stay, but offers me a pot in my hand. This is provided by Mr. Whiteline. I was put in a carriage beforehand. It still looks new from the purchase and I can't even see it burning so much.

When Zophy receives this, she holds it in both hands and in front of her chest. I stared jiggly at the bottom of the pan and began to whine about something bumpy. When someone sees nothing, he looks like a cute kid with an end to his head.

"Give this vessel water of grace..."

Watching for a while, water gushed out of the inside of the pan.

This is amazing.

Like a small fountain.

"Oh, this is handy"

"... Yes. Go ahead."

I am offered a pan.

Chapun chapun, it was watery to the eighth. On both arms received, it feels zushiri and heavy. It's definitely real water. It doesn't smell weird to take away, and it doesn't feel opaque. If you believe that word, you'll have enough to drink.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you."

Now, do a meeting and I'll go under the cooking table with the pan.

While washing the vegetables with the water I received, peel off the skin.

"Hey, that's convenient. Magic."

"Right. We are also very much helped by her magic."

"It's a lovely party"

As a result, some communication errors occurred, but the lunch schedule proceeded safely. Zophy helped me get water out, fire out, and cooking infrastructure every time there was something going on.

Thanks to this, you can cook with great comfort, even outdoors.

Tong Tong, I'm going to mince the unidentified root vegetables that I don't even know their names with the knife I just bought. Finished vegetables are plunged from one end into a pan that raises the guts and hot air right next to each other. The stock was taken from the dried meat I bought yesterday in Kanaya because of the water.

"Um, Mr. Tanaka, you're a very brilliant knife..."

Looking aside at a series of sights, the handsome man says in a very surprising manner.

"I'm ashamed to say that I've lived alone for a long time."

"I see."

I said I had bread ready, so I decided that the menu was something potov. I don't remember any of the vegetables that make up the ingredients, but, well, we'll figure it out.

Prepare your own simple cooking table for planking. The cauldron set aside was originally set in this place, and its origins date back hundreds of years to the time this street was born.

In other words, this is an auto campground for naturally occurring travelers. Because of the proximity of the big city, I guess these places were also created naturally.

"Um, is there anything else I can do to help?

"Oh, then please prepare dishes and such"

"Okay."

He's a good looking guy to take the initiative and help.

On the other hand, what's wrong with blonde Lori as long as she sits back there and looks at the process? When I heard more about it, I talked about the devastating arm of everything.

By the way, because Zophy is equally clumsy, you think the handsome guy has taken on everything until now for cooking anything?

"No, Mr. Tanaka was helpful in being able to cook"

"I hope this helped."

A handsome man who smiles and proceeds to prepare the table.

And while I hit the right gavel, I proceeded with the meal schedule. Everything was ready, and each one of them got the dishes, then just a dozen minutes later.

The table became a carriage carrier.

A table made up of three people on the White Line plus me and five more people who went.

"... isn't it delicious?"

Blonde Lori said with a grumpy look when she did it.

"Is that true? Good."

"Hmm..."

Even if I try to respond with a smile on her face, she turns that way.

Even a simple everyday conversation seems difficult to interact with.

This is the same for the remaining hood-based girls. As long as you eat silently.

Do a mogmog silently for a while.

Mogmog. Mogmog. Mogmog.

"Mr. Tanaka, can I have a word?

"Oh, yes, what is it"

A handsome guy was looking at this one.

Face up from the plate at hand and turn your consciousness towards him.

"I'm sorry it's been a topic I've penetrated, but Mr. Tanaka said that restorative magic can be used, so maybe it's out of church? Or were they whipping me at school..."

"Uh, no, it's not like that."

It's like they asked me somewhere.

Thanks to this, the proper settings can be made up as a slur.

"My name is Cherry Blossom in Late Bloom, there are a lot of things going on, and I was ashamed to sign up for the Alliance this year. Until then, I normally worked in the city, and I'm a normal person with no background or martial arts to say this, yes"

At the heart of it is Boya Boya.

"Really..."

"So I'm wondering if there's anything I can do to inconvenience you..."

"Oh, no, I'm a beginner here too, don't worry about it"

"Thank you. I'd be very grateful if you could say that."

If I kept my head down at last, I would never have asked more than that.

◇ ◆ ◇

Finish your meal and board the carriage again.

Then when we were rocked for only a couple of hours, we reached the village of purpose. The handsome said it is somewhat large for hundreds of households and villages and slightly smaller to say towns. It was such a settlement.

And after arriving in the village, until night, with free movement.

They say the orcs in question come in the middle of the night to vandalize the fields and do harm to people. They've never shown up in the daytime zone before. It's like a habit like a deer or a bear.

Finish checking in to the inn and pack.

Incidentally, room splitting is a form of holding down two rooms in one room for men and one room for women. Personally, I was happy with each room for four, but the slightest hope is wood dust. That said, let's try to be good because we could avoid the sad end of just one person being in another room.

"Well, thank you again for coming to the inn when it's time"

"Ah, yes. Okay."

Leave the room and rendezvous with the two women.

Temporarily dissolved where a series of information-sharing took place at the end of the hallway.

I wonder what the three of them will do now.

I don't know, but on a boulder, this place reads air. I'm cool.

Let's say the interrupter leaves.

"Well, excuse me."

We'll have a meeting and we'll go under the three of us.

Leave the inn and go outdoors.

An idle neighborhood compared to the previously active city. The number of people going out is small, and I feel signs like rural areas in the region. Especially in the daytime zone. Is it because men are at work, or is it low population density?

Walk the path of earth stripping without hitting anywhere.

It's good to be out of the inn, but if you think about it, there's nothing else to do.

This failed.

So as soon as possible, I decide to return to the inn.

It would be awkward if they stayed in the room, but they would also never be caged in the room extending into the boulder until midnight. That rear recharge group of hands is like a viable way to play outside, and I'm sure the three of us are having fun eating even at meals.

I still have lunch in my stomach, so dinner's fine.

If you don't pick the dried meat properly, it's fine.

It was earlier in the morning than that, so it's not a bad idea to sleep all night in preparation for night activities. I feel like I used my strength, even though I was just rocked by a carriage. I feel like lying down in a soft bed.

"Okay, let's do that"

Around the village with a far-sighted view of it being a tavern just for tool shops.

Feels like a pah, a village somehow of a fantasy game, something like that.

A walk that lasts only an hour.

I just felt tired of my legs and headed back to the inn again. Meet the general standing at the store and go into the store. The ground floor serves as a restaurant, going up the stairs beside it, and after two occasions houses are connected.

A giddy hallway. Moving on with this for a while.

"Uh, hey."

I've come all the way to the front of the room, the sound that accidentally reaches my ear.

The hand stretched out to the door knob stops.

That was heard right now from the room for women, next to the men's room I was about to enter.

"Ah, Ares, no, Kimochi, no, no."

"Oh, fine. Me too."

"Hey, hey, come on, do it to me, too. Yikes!

What are you talking about?

"That's, uh... ma, massage! Massage!"

"Yeah, wait. Because I'll make you feel better soon."

Awesome eclectic voice.

I heard a heartbreaking sound. Mine.

…………

"Ahhh, make it stronger! More!"

"Ahhh, ah, yes, fine, Allen! Ahhh!"

The voices of two women and one man are heard from inside the room. They all sound familiar to my ears. The two women were bewildered for a moment because they sounded unusual. But the man's voice has been having quite a conversation over the last few hours, so I'm pretty sure.

"... are you serious"

That's it.

To the girls tired of carriage trips, I guess Allen is giving them a massage. The massage rolled out of the arm I worked out in the Knights, that would feel good.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

…………

Even if I stay here any longer, there's nothing more virginity can gain.

I rather just lose it unilaterally.

They are still shredded galloping.

"... go"

Whimpering not to anyone, Busamen gently turned his heels back.

I left the inn behind.

And it was in the village liquor store, where his feet were headed.

There were several taverns in the village. Of which, people entered the store with the best entrance. Calm down to the counter and order alcohol without saying four or five. The cup proceeded early and flattened the third cup without hanging for an hour.

The strongest legend of alcohol.

"Uh, alcoholic delicious wow"

I'm holding off on work in a few hours, but I'm still gonna drink.

When the sun began to set, the tavern began to show a gradual buzz. As the men who have finished their work continue to enter the store, they honk their throats at the head of the toast. The store, which was not so large, was filled in less than an hour.

Waitresses who deal with customers seem busy too.

"Yuna, take over!"

"Yes!"

"This way too, please -!"

"Yes, yes! I'm not waiting!

Not as beautiful as the porn beauty Sophia I saw in a city drinker, but the waitress in this store is also quite beautiful. Am I a teenager? It feels more cute than beautiful. Shortcut cut cut to the point of hanging brown hair on the shoulder.

Every time a guest calls, it is pleasant to look beside you and raise your voice to full vigour. Moving over to her tiny body seems to represent her pleasant personality. Good uke from the guests, Yuna, come here and have a drink, etc., every now and then they play.

Like the idols of the local Osama people.

"... don't progress when you think about her boyfriend at night, too"

Serve alcohol in dishes with erotic delusions.

Alcohol weakening alcohol with a beer-like effervescence.

Distilled liquor is not very common in this world. In view of the fact that distilled liquor began to appear to the public in the pre-reincarnation world after the tenth century, can we somehow see how much cultural civilization in this world lies at the point?

I don't know.

Oh, my God, I was just comforting myself with alcohol.

The yelling came rolling in.

Butan, the liquor store door opens with a loud noise.

At the same time - -,

"So, get out! It's an oak! It's an awesome number of oaks!

A man who could never know anywhere barked up his own voice.

As soon as possible, the tavern makes more noise.

"Sora really good!?" "Why are you coming so early?!?" "Where exactly did you get how many?" "" Hey, hey, what happened to the crusade request! The elders would have let you out!? "" Let the women and children in the house! "" You men hurry east of the village with weapons!

Apparently, the hours of work have gone up for a few minutes.

The place seems to be east of the village.

But we're on the move.

"Yuna, Yuna"

Call Mr. Waitress.

"Huh? Oh, uh, customers? Oak..."

"This, the price"

"Oh, yes."

"I don't need a change, so keep it"

"Ha ha..."

Charin to the counter, one silver coin as liquor bill. Momentum drunk by alcohol, hips up with a mouthful of dialogue you want to go to once before you die.

Seriously, Dundee.

As long as Yuna looks at this on her smiley face?

Whatever. I'm going outside the store.

The disturbance also seemed to propagate outside the store, with villagers running around to the right and to the left. You won't even be able to tell them about the team orgy that's going on at the inn.

"Go..."

I decided to go straight to the east of the village in question and to Dora.

◇ ◆ ◇

Oak was bigger than I imagined.

Giant about three meters tall. Are you slightly intelligent, wrapped in the skin of a beast around your hips, or holding a wooden spill in your hand? I just don't think it makes sense, like the goblins I know.

Oak, who appeared in a group, was rampaging around outside the village.

The number is about a dozen large.

Even if the villagers who rushed one foot ahead hit the response, they were wiped out where they injured a few bodies all the time. All the men had been slain, and the woman had been mauled on the spot.

"... big guy"

Hell of a picture of an annoying cry.

The woman's sobbing voice sounded painfully in her ear.

I don't know if there are many boulders, and the village men seem hesitant to take this. The appearance of others already falling out of time makes the orcs in front of them perceive themselves as an even greater threat. That would scare me.

If I hadn't been drunk, I'd have decided to sit here and watch.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I raised my roar and the whole orc came running this way.

He'll be looking for his next prey.

Anything. They eat humans, they say.

That's the Orc lifestyle.

"Damn, don't come over here."

Attack with the example flame magic.

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Language knowledge: LV1

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Flame Magic: LV1

Skill Points Remaining: 0

Yes, this is it, this is it.

Let's go, damn it.

"Come out! The most powerful magic I've ever thought of!

Stick one hand out to the front and bark loudly. Then a magic formation floated beneath his feet with Boon. Circular geometry, depicted in a bright red glow. Magic effects of fantasy games as they are.

What a cutthroat.

I think so, the tip begins to shine from the elbow of my arm. At the same time, a fireball was born at the tip of the palm raised towards the oak, dozens of centimetres in size. Rather than a bowbowbow, he is pulsating scattered with goose and firepowder.

This feels good.

"You said, damn it! Firebow."

Fire.

Point the image of firing a pistol at a mass of flames.

The result is a flame that flies away. Firebo.

The flight speed is faster than I thought.

He went in with unstoppable momentum in his eyes and hit an orc.

Zdon, a mass of flames explodes with the landing. Completely disappear the subject's upper body. At dusk, the dim one illuminates bright red. A flame that blew out to decide the meat was choosing the meat and snatching the top away from his hips.

The orc, who lost half his body, fell batshit on the spot and stopped moving even with Pickle.

Oh, it looks like he's got some level.

I'm here with Tin.

Name: Tanaka

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 5

Job: Nothing in particular

HP: 609/609

MP: 93500000/93500000

STR: 75

VIT: 60

DEX: 52

AGI: 42

INT: 5922000

LUC: 19

The LUC rise is not good. Is it good to think this is bad luck?

Oh, yeah, if you've got a higher level, maybe you've got more skill points or something by way of example. I don't feel comfortable with this number on a boulder and the only way to attack it is with LV1.

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Language knowledge: LV1

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Flame Magic: LV1

Skill Points Remaining: 2

All right, Greaty. Increasing.

Let's go in here without a lot of trouble.

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Language knowledge: LV1

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Flame Magic: LV3

Skill Points Remaining: 0

All right, all right, that's good.

What a thought, forward, a roar keeps rising.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Oak's consciousness came this way. Apparently, they killed my buddy and he's looking at Mukatin. The expression seems a little stronger.

One rush at a time and one rush this way.

…………

Check the status by selecting the appropriate sample.

Name: not set

Gender: Male

Race: Oak

Level: 13

Job: not set

HP: 1420/1509

MP: 0/0

STR: 170

VIT: 220

DEX: 121

AGI: 187

INT: 20

LUC: 88

Name: not set

Gender: Male

Race: Oak

Level: 13

Job: not set

HP: 1500/1809

MP: 0/0

STR: 220

VIT: 190

DEX: 101

AGI: 177

INT: 10

LUC: 78

Name: not set

Gender: Male

Race: Oak

Level: 13

Job: not set

HP: 1220/1509

MP: 0/0

STR: 201

VIT: 190

DEX: 121

AGI: 161

INT: 29

LUC: 38

Although there are individual differences, they do not change in much of the world. It feels like the top compatibility of drunk macho that has been involved in the tavern before. However, I am concerned that my HP is protruding. I'm sure the figure comes from a big one.

"Huh, you mutton fish"

Imagine the number, the number.

One is not enough. I got beat up and got one shot at KO.

Over here to lose.

10% and a glass of criticism.

Still feel spared, thanks to alcohol.

Seriously, the strongest legend of alcohol.

"You didn't protect Dada's virginity till thirty."

At the tip of the protruding arm, a ball of flame is born. I only came out with one earlier, so I guess this is because the level went up. A dozen in number.

They are also bigger in size. Something like over a meter. The more the impression of burning, the more its surface is bursting with flames.

This is a lot of fire.

It's boulder LV3.

I feel more of a metheostorm sign than a fireball. It's just, well, it doesn't matter either way if you hit it and knock it down. What matters is killing. A special blow is the wizard's proposition. I learned that in a nettle.

"" "" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Together with the oak approaching a distance of a few meters.

Release a fireball toward this.

The fireball, which gained momentum earlier, instantly landed on the orcs. Zudon's Don and several loud bursts. The shivering sensation on the ground passes slightly across the boot to the foot. It's a big shock.

The fireball bursts to explode as soon as it touches the target. Spread the oak flesh from one end. I guess it's because I've increased my level of skill. The blast is stronger than earlier. Splashed shards of meat splash all over the place, little one.

"That's dirty..."

Even for the armor I just bought, I came beckoning.

Raw meat that could be anywhere.

It's a leather product, so I don't like it if I don't get rid of it early.

Smoke that just got up somewhat.

After this clears up, brilliant, the orcs are wiped out.

I can't find a moving individual. Many disappear into large portions of body tissue and fall into a kind of poorly understood mass of meat.

I'm a little concerned about the fact that the ground is heavily decided from the impact of the explosion, but, well, no, I would have done my best. Seriously, it feels like I did my best.

"... Is it over"

Squeeze without telling anyone, arm down.

"No, it's not over."

You still have aftercare.

Rather, that's my role.

We head downstairs with the woman who was the victim.

It's good. It's good.

Or walked towards it, and now once, a roar can be delivered.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

From the woods adjacent to the village, the whole thing, the oak appeared.

He's not the same color as the one who knocked him down this way. My skin is grey. The figure is even larger. Nearly five meters. Taller than a bad tree. It's called the timing of the appearance, it's called standing up, I feel no more boss odor.

…………

Look at it, look at it, look at it, there's nothing you can see.

Check your status.

Name: Gail

Gender: Male

Race: High Oak

Level: 56

Job: Leader

HP: 20609/20609

MP: 100/100

STR: 7500

VIT: 9662

DEX: 6752

AGI: 9942

INT: 190

LUC: 1339

This is bad. What is this, Gail? I'm kidding.

No matter how many bosses, this status is a mistake.

What's the difference in performance from the miscellaneous fish?

"is, high oak......"

The villagers make some noise behind them.

"Why do you want to get high oaked in here?" "To, run! You're not the one who can win! Get out of here! Run!" "Leave the village! To the city, the city!" "Get the horses out of here! Get in touch with the Knights!" "Uh-oh!

with villagers who seem rather in a hurry.

I'm in a hurry, too.

How long does magic work, Koitsu?

If you can't kill him, it's over.

What a hurry, I heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Mr. Tanaka!

It is the arrival of the White Line Reorganization Team Orgy.

"Uh, are you here?"

Keep your body pointed at the oak, chills, just your gaze over there.

They come running under me, but find a giant at that front, twenty or thirty meter point, and stop walking perfectly. The expression solidified into surprise and fear, staring at the grey oak.

"is, high oak......"

Mr Allen squeaks.

The same applies to two women.

"... why are you in such a place?"

"Oh, that's, uh, high oak? It's that big!?

I'm totally freaked out.

I'm freaking out, too.

They're all freaking out.

Because it's my job to take this down, it's a big job to be an adventurer. You're going to lose confidence in what you're going to do. It's like ordering a newcomer who hasn't joined the company to fake OJT and command the site of a national professional with a fiduciary four-digit yen.

However, every now and then, good new graduates from Hayata and Keio follow instructions like that asshole perfectly, work hard, and do something about it, so I still feel painful that their higher education is different. He said Dada doesn't have a good college.

The last thing I say about things is basic specs as human beings, that and guts. I think these are the two. Instead, if you get old poorly or have work experience, you get butted in, you can't get out of your original power, or you run into preservation.

"Mr. Tanaka, this situation..."

"We're one more. Let's all do our best."

Exchange words with the Yalichin boy while remaining in a staring position with the oak.

I'm not jealous, I'm not supposed to, but no, I am. I'm sorry to hear that.

I want a 3P, too, damn it.

"No, but..."

Allen's consciousness comes and goes between the oak and the tundelle.

I guess I'm worried about my own woman.

Blonde Loriko is number one, and Zophy looks like number two.

Yeah, I'd like to see someone get a presence like that, too.

You're super jealous that you have something to protect. I admire it.

"Mr. Tanaka, let's pull here. Ugh! We can't do this alone!

"No, but that's where the fallen people are."

The tip pointing to the jaw, where there are a few women victims. They were also forcing themselves into the appearance of decadent oaks. Many people are injured because they were brutally treated. See also those whose hands and feet are bent in the direction of the unseen. Running away on your own seems unbearable.

"Still! If it's the Knights, we can call them right away!

Someone was barking earlier. Knights.

It would be like militia.

"So, Mr. Tanaka, please pull back!

But with that said, they won't wait.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I raised my roar and headed this way. Boss based oak came running.

It's an uncomparable momentum from previous orcs. It also increases fast for rapid motorcycle departure. I don't think I can run off on my own feet. Then there is one path left. Let's do it square and square. What the hell is that?

"You're not great if you're big, damn it"

Generate fireballs in great haste.

Anyway, they're after me.

"Mr. Tanaka!

"Hey, you!

"Eh... here he is!

Over the back, the voices of the three White Lines are delivered.

Dozens of fireballs are created ahead of the right arm sticking out regardless. That's a fluffy, floating shape in the air to block the way between me and the oak. The opponent pushes himself inside. I wonder how confident I am.

I don't mind. Do it.

"Huh, burn it up!

Uh, I'm cool. This dialogue is cool.

Grab a fist.

Fireballs approaching the oak in response. A fireball that was floating around the perimeter moves simultaneously and lands a bullet at the target.

Zudon's don and bursting sound.

The impact, which is not the same as before, hits the neighborhood. I want to cover my ears unexpectedly. However, that is a bit poorly dressed pictorially, so be patient.

Stick out your arm, hold your fist, don't even move Pickle, and wait on the spot.

The other hand is stuck in your trouser pocket.

Seriously, I'm cool.

Mockingbirds and earthsmoke rise in the front, with zero vision. I don't care when the oak pops out of it.

Well, that's the time.

Alcohol, you suck. Quite a kick.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The roar rose again and again from the smoke.

Is he still alive? I hope he's a severed demon.

What a thought, the next moment, I came.

"Huh..."

Through the smokescreen, a huge body looms.

A fist swung up captures my body. It's a giant fist bone with as much body as this one. No way. Not while I'm on the run. None of the measures that could be taken over this period.

As long as you shut up and stare at that figure.

Look at that. That's why it's important to kill a wizard.

I'm gonna die.

…………

…………

But the impact never reached my body.

The impending fist, just a few centimeters, pitched in front of my nose, stopped. Or so I thought, the orc giant fell to the ground with a grali shake, Dosun, the ground sounding.

Later, after a while, its body won't even move with Pickle. Apparently, he was completely desperate.

Critical, one hair at a time.

"... Huh, he doesn't love"

Precisely, I'll put it right.

I'm having a heart attack or something. The armpits are super damp.

But at times like this, the cool guy wins.

Slowly lower the arm that was on the front.

In response, there was a wacky cheer from the villagers who were watching a series of events. None of this makes me feel good, because it's exactly what I've accomplished now. I've never been born like this.

Fine, fine. I'm the strongest.

"Mr. Tanaka!

In addition to Allen, people from the White Line rushed over.

"No, thanks, sorry. Looks like he's gone ahead."

Keep your head down for now.

Arbitrage is said to be an inconvenience for the entire team, but in this case, etc.

"No, well, that's good..."

"Sorry"

"More than that, uh, Mr. Tanaka could have used attack magic, too."

"Yeah, well, compared to healing magic, it's a low level."

The skill level limit is still unknown.

How many times does it go up to maximize?

"... Oh really?"

"Yes."

Recovery magic and whining, and it's the women who were harmed that remind me of it.

Is it something that gets in the way of talking to handsome people?

Proper conversation with him, I turn back my heels.

"Ha, Mr. Tanaka?

"I'm going to do something about it first."

"Ah..."

I hurried down to the women early on.

HP was restored to its maximum value for all affected women as long as it could be confirmed on the status screen. If you look at a dead looking human, your HP is 0. After all, it seems unmistakable in HP to separate people's lives and deaths.

Some humans had status abnormalities such as STDs and poisons, so it is also a treatment. Very easy to understand and good. While healing magic would be useful, this status window would also be quite useful.

◇ ◆ ◇

After completing treatment for the injured, he was called to the village chief's house for a while.

A reception room about ten tatami in size. A chair and a table are set up, and something like tea is fried in a cup on the tabletop, causing the hot air to smoke quietly. Smells good.

Besides me, the White Line people are here. Allen next door. Blonde Lori next to it. More next door, Zophy. He sits on the couch in a row.

And on the front is the village chief.

Around the age I was in my mid-forties. He is a middle-bodied, mature man whose brown short hair seems to begin to cross with gray hair. My strong face, but now gently distorted, with a smile all over my mouth. The material waist against this one is low.

"Thank you so much"

Best opening, Mr. Murakami bowed his head.

Deep enough that my forehead is likely to touch my desk.

"No, never mind"

"Thanks to you, there was less damage."

"That's good"

"It really helped. Thank you."

Face up once, bow down again.

Very polite.

"No, that's the deal, so you don't have to be afraid."

"But I didn't think you'd even show up at the high oak. Why..."

"An unexpected disorder in everything is a cliché, so don't worry about it. Instead, it looks like you've never done less damage, and I'm very sorry."

"No, no, no, that's not true. There was definitely damage. However, that's how many orcs you've worked for."

"I'd appreciate it if you could say that. I'm sorry."

Keep your head down, too.

If they lower it, it's polite to lower this one too.

"Mr. Tanaka, please stop. I'm here to apologize."

"No, that being said..."

I hear thirteen people died of everything. There are also working men in their twenties and forties. It would be a huge loss for a settlement of several hundred people.

What is going on with the compensation per se? It was as if I hadn't confirmed my contract with the Alliance. Let's just say we check with Allen later. I can't even see it if they charge me compensation or something.

There's no such thing as a sesame guy who's going to claim compensation at a later date while I tell him about Arigatou on the go. It's more important than anything to take the lead on a guy like that.

"You will be tired today, please, rest at home"

"Ah, yes. But we have already taken the Inn..."

"Now let's let them move their luggage. We'll have a little room."

It's all because of you.

That said, it's not something you can decide on your own either.

"Um, Mr. Allen, what do we do?

Ask the boy who sat next to him.

Since I came to the village chief's house, I haven't had much of a mouth count, but will it be okay?

"Oh, yes. Isn't that good?

"Well, I'm very afraid, thank you very much."

"Can you please be there! Now, dinner will be prepared with more hanging on your arms. It will take a while now, may I have a moment?

"Is that true? Thank you."

Unexpectedly, the dinner seems to have been upgraded.

Glad. You did it.

After this, I received many words of gratitude from the village chief's house and the villagers who had gathered around it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. It was the first time in my life that I received so much gratitude in a day.

And on the same day I ate a meal and went to bed immediately.

The village chief distracted me that I would be tired.

However, the room is the same, one for me and Mr. Allen and one for Blonde Lori and Zophy. There doesn't seem to be enough room to spare for a boulder village chief's house to behave like one room at a time.

Then I thought it would be more comfortable to sleep alone in the inn room, but I should not tell the boulders. I decided to give them courtesy.

I haven't slept with anyone else in over a decade. Since I stayed in a friend's room when I was in college? What a nostalgic mood.

And at night, in the room to which it was addressed.

In addition to me, the men's room had the White Line with them.

"Mr. Tanaka, I'm so sorry"

"No, you don't have to worry about it. You're safe now."

"But we..."

"No."

Please lend Estelle and Zophy a night to thank me, or if I can be honest with you, I think very strongly that my life must have been fun too.

When I get paid for this job, I'll definitely go sex. I would hold a young, munchkin in his early teens because there wouldn't be a child-pop method or anything in the other world. I'll get you out of here.

I want a girl. I want a girl to love me. Even for a fee.

"All rewards for this request will be given to Mr. Tanaka"

"You don't have to go that far. You'll be spending a lot of money."

"That's okay. We have plenty of room."

"... Are you sure?

"Yes."

"I'm sorry about that, but I appreciate it. Anyway, it was a very helpful suggestion because of the scarcity of what preceded it, to tell the truth."

"That's more than anything."

The handsome man who talks is calm.

By the way, everyone's positional relationship is a form of sitting face to side bed A and B. In bed A, I, in bed B, blonde Lori, Allen, Zophy, say.

I feel like I have a slightly more balanced seating arrangement.

"What kind of magic is that?

Poisonous tongue lolita sitting next to Allen's left.

The angry gaze seems terribly caught.

"... didn't you look like a fireball?

"That's not what we're talking about. Yikes!

When I answered honestly, I was suddenly yelled at.

Loud voice.

"No, excuse me"

"So is healing magic, it's not a big lie about rank e!

"Ha, sorry"

It's disoriented with great momentum.

Apologize for now.

"As long as I'm sorry for everything..."

"Hey, you're making fun of me!?

"Estelle, he's going to have his situation. It's not a good idea to stick it in the mumps. You'd have one or two of those nasty things if they asked you, wouldn't you?

"So..."

"Excuse me, Mr. Tanaka. She had something to worry about. Roots are good kids, so don't feel bad about it."

"No, it's this one that's in the form of a trick, sorry"

Blonde Lori with a look that seems to be flying by now. Still have a rough temper. This is fitted where the handsome man is critical for a bitter laugh.

Don't take it too badly, but I think the character is rotten to its roots at a time when you're dying or when you're going to say it to your face.

"Allen!

"Fair enough, calm down a little, Estelle. Especially this time, thanks to Mr Tanaka, there is a great deal of help even for us. You understand that, don't you?

"But you fooled me!?

"He's the same adventurer we are. Not to mention we just met yesterday today. As an adventurer, don't you think it's a mistake?

"That's... well, I don't know..."

Stupid blonde Lori.

Beside it, uncommonly, Zophy opened her mouth.

"I want to ask you one thing. Where did you learn magic?

"Uh, uh, yeah..."

I don't know about that.

Appropriate, say it.

You look so cute and you're all packed up. Zophy, she's number two, no matter what you think, in view of the reaction that the handsome man showed when he encountered the oak. An appropriate child of chastity so much that he still forgives the body.

Her stock is stop-cheap in me.

I liked clear bitches, but when they actually do it in front of me, it recesses. Wow.

Somehow, other men's women become less interested than same-sex.

"When I prayed to God, I could use it."

Still, I tell the truth. I'm cool.

"... God, is it? If possible, I'd like to know the name specifically."

"Name, is that a name? Eh..."

That charming god, did you say his name or something?

I don't remember hearing that.

"No, a little to the name on the boulder..."

"Did you pray for a god who didn't know his name?

"Yeah, well, there's a lot going on."

"… I see"

By the way, I hate the type of girl who talks with a deathbed at the end of this story for what it's worth. I'm halfway out of feeling like I'm making myself, and my disgust really stands first.

However, I think it would be great as a heroine for porn comics. The tail death clarity bitch in the comics is supreme. After all, he's the one who's important to balance.

"I'm so sorry it's in the form of making you distrust me"

"No, never mind"

And I feel like the best looking guy.

Oh, my God. To Yaritin's habit.

Is this the room for a man surrounding two women?

I admire it.

I want room for this, too. I'll cut it.

"Well, it's too late for today, so let's take a break"

"Right."

With Allen's consent, it's open for the day.

◇ ◆ ◇

The next day, after we have successfully completed our work, we are returning to the city.

Your son, the village chief, is with you on your return carriage. They're going to tell city officials about the damage to the village. I was in my mid-twenties when I was old. He says he will soon replace him and become the official village chief of the village.

Gatangoton, still a sore carrier in the ass.

"Hey, boulders are adventurers. There was no such thing as an oak or a nipple, and the village's arms were bragging and breathing, but if I tried to get attacked by various herds, I couldn't even resist the bustle. They burn it down in a flash."

Your son talks like he's terribly excited.

It's a healthy thing, despite a dozen casualties coming out of the locality. An hour after we left, the momentum doesn't know where to stay. Is it because I'm still young, I'm so uncomfortable staring into my sparkling eyes?

"No, well, it was a crisis. I thought I was going to die."

What evokes is an oak fist that has approached the present of his face.

That was bad. Seriously.

"Thank you so much. I will contact the Alliance from my side properly, including the fact that the size of the oak herd was larger than the prior investigation and that the high oak was mixed."

"Ah, yes. Thank you very much."

"Actually, I had a daughter there, and thank you so, so much"

"Ah......"

I see. Is that why you're so well?

Are you just a little convinced?

As well as going, I went home and took it away again without anything happening. At noon, use the outbound auto campsite (tentative). The six of us, including the goers, had lunch.

And when it was time for sundown, we arrived safely in the city.

After returning the rental carriage, all five travel to the Adventurer Alliance.

◇ ◆ ◇

"Well, I see what's going on."

The story of the village chief surrogate and the face-to-face help of the White Line managed to bring the situation description smoother than I had imagined.

It seemed very difficult to prove that a miscellaneous fish like myself had defeated a high oak that would be a very powerful monster to think of.

but some of the bodies that were actually brought in and the face-to-face testimony that they were watching this sounded pretty sure to the clerk Macchio.

"Then I'll do the processing in that way"

"Excuse me, please."

When this one bowed his head, he showed a rare but special attitude.

"And I'm sorry. Guild mistakes are huge this time. Besides, the misweighing of the herd aside, that high oak was with us, that's a huge glitch once every few years or not."

"Really?"

"I will issue a separate security deposit on this matter. However, I need to talk to you about the forehead, so it doesn't translate immediately. I'm sorry, can you come back tomorrow? I'll give you the bounty for that."

"If so, all of them will be addressed to Mr. Tanaka"

A good-looking man who talks sari.

"Huh? Is that it too?

Me asking back to the boulder.

I was there, so I should get hazard pay.

"Even though we were together, we were just watching. Instead, we alone, perhaps, would have lost the high oak in their opponents. In that sense, like the people in that village, we were saved again."

"No, but I haven't even confirmed my forehead yet..."

"That's why, please. Master."

I'll make you say something to this one. He's a handsome man who will continue his words shortly.

How fat you are.

I am also concerned that the two remaining women have zero interest in the exchange of money.

"Well, if you guys say so, I don't care about this one."

"Then in that way"

"Aye."

The story went on crisp.

Well, let's just say I get what I can.

They are blonde loli rich, so I guess it doesn't matter.