Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

30 – Camp Fire

“It’s weird.”

Sten took the bait.

“Isn’t the Lord of the High School also like that? How is it that the iron joints suddenly break, not the wagon wheels?”

“What, wasn’t it rusty?”

Sten’s eyes were full of her doubts. Nothing could be seen in her drunken face.

“Mr. G-House. Why are you asking that all of a sudden?”

As agreed beforehand, the prianian squad leader stepped forward.

Aren’t you just curious?

After answering that, I tried to put the bread that Betty gave me into my mouth, but I put it down.

It was because there was something to spit out, not to swallow.

“It’s like the wagon that used to go well suddenly broke down, and the wooden side, which usually gets damaged a lot, is fine, but the metal side is broken.”

A new topic has been thrown around the campfire.

Can’t you at least solve your curiosity? After answering with such a nuance, I looked at Betty first.

“What do you think, Ms. Betty?”

“Yes, yes?”

“Since you handed me the bread first, I will be the first to ask Mr. Betty in return.”

After speaking, I looked at Betty.

Her face reddened from the fire of her campfire, she turned her head slightly and opened her mouth.

“Well, maybe it’s just rust.”

“G-House, according to what you said, there are some suspicious corners.”

Sten said with a serious expression. I was willing to open my hand to him.

“Can you share some wisdom?”

“You talk like an old man. A young person.”

Hearing that, Sten snorted. Although she was not bad at being treated, she responded fluently.

“This area is in monster wave condition. Have we become close enough to have to recite the official standards of the adventurers guild?”

“I think we’ve become close enough to at least ask our seniors not to do troublesome and troublesome things. Am I mistaken?”

“The appearance in the carriage earlier was acting. A soft tongue will live a long time.”

A sip of alcohol again. A handful of air for a snack.

He continued.

“We didn’t see a single monster while we camped out and ate.”

It wasn’t the direction I wanted, but I remembered it for now.

“What if it is a normal monster wave?”

That’s terrible.

Sten, who was still drinking while saying that, spoke slowly.

“They keep coming. Whether it’s seeing the fire, smelling the meat you were cooking earlier, or whatever.”

“I see. I wish Mr. Blender a safe return. Either for us or for him.”

Sten wiped the corners of his mouth, then hooked his breath into the air. A minute later, he opened his mouth.

“You guys. Do you know what cargo we are transporting?”

“Does Mr. Sten know?”

“At least I know the thickness of the wagon that moved in the middle of us is no joke. And what that means.”

At some point, Sten, who showed the atmosphere of a skilled adventurer, looked different from the day before.

“I’m sure there’s no one sitting here who doesn’t know what the cargo contents: secret means?”

As he said that, his face was covered in the shadows cast by the bonfire, and it was terribly grotesque.

“If you don’t know, I will teach you. As soon as-“

Seeing him speak as if to scare a child, Betty stepped out.

“Stop it, Sten. People become like this when they only drink.”

Betty, who had been scolded like that, said to the prianian squad leader.

“Come to think of it. Merchants gathered together and whispered. The iron parts of the damaged wagon are rusted.”

“…Is that so?”

She nodded and spoke again.

“Maybe. The merchant who was scolded next to the Lord of the Merchant earlier said that, but he…”

“Shh.”

Sten deftly reached out and restrained Betty.

Again, the woods fell silent, and then footsteps could be heard in the distance.

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‘Sten is hiding her skills.’

I don’t know if the stuttering or the ability to make garbage out of food is real, but at least that much is certain.

After a while, someone came out from beyond the darkness.

“Have you all gathered here?”

Our water owner and prime contractor full of originality. Was the top

“The Lord of the Top.”

“It’s okay, so keep talking.”

He waved his slender body to stop everyone from standing up with a rough gesture.

“Should I use it only when all the guards are gathered? It looks like you’ve been drinking.”

Sten put on his straw hat and laughed.

“Oh, sorry. I’m having a drink or two. To.”

The voice immediately returned to normal.

“What. You can drink to relax. But don’t overdo it.”

The voice of the upper class leader became heavy when he said that.

“Because it is against the contract.”

Leaving only those words behind, he quietly disappeared into the darkness.

It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps died down that Sten sneered and said a word.

“Eh, the taste of alcohol has run out. Where does the contract say not to drink alcohol? Well, this is why merchants.”

Sten, who grumbled like that, started drinking again, and Betty gave me the information.

“Anyway, to continue, he said he checked the wagon before leaving, and he checked it over and over again to make sure there was nothing wrong.”

Because even the upper management staff didn’t know about it.

“That’s strange.”

“There are not just one or two strange things.”

Betty explained why they had been asked.

“We were originally active in the south, but we came up to the central region for a while and received a nomination request.”

‘Central?’

“You mean you received a nomination request?”

“Yes. We are known in the south, but we have no connections in the central region.”

A talented person with no connection.

I couldn’t ask the window where I received the request.

There’s no way she’ll answer that easily, and no one can be completely trusted in this place.

‘Dagger? Tosagupaeng?’

“You crossed Britian almost vertically. You have suffered a lot.”

“How big the world is, but Britian is small.”

Saying that, Betty played with her bread scorched.

The campfire was quiet for a while, and only the sound of crackling and crackling could be heard quietly.

The prianian squad leader was just staring at the displeasure. I had to keep talking instead.

“So, how do you feel about being in Northern Britain, two adventurers?”

“…That sounds like sh*t.”

“Not bad. …Sten!”

Betty scolded Sten for saying nasty things, but I didn’t say anything.

As he said that, his expression as he looked at Betty next to him didn’t show any emotion as if he had settled down.

As if seeing the enemy.

“You should stop drinking.”

His hand closed the bottle.

-My back. Five or more.

“Sten, you said you would stop drinking. It’s amazing.”

-Betty’s back. One.

At the same time, ‘persimmon’ whispered.

Selendian was not here. He had been put a little far away to eat.

So, the closest thing to my hand right now was the bread Betty gave me.

A green arm could be seen behind Betty. Sten blinked and instructed not to make a fuss.

When I picked it up, it was pretty hard. It was to the extent that it was thought to have been given to be melted over a fire and eaten like cheese.

“I am hungry.”

“Then you should eat bread there.”

It was so stiff that it hurt when hit.

“It’s a little hard, isn’t it?”

“Please warm it up over a fire.”

“That’ll do.”

I’m willing to go along with Betty’s words.

He slowly picked up the bread and held it over the fire. So the guy doesn’t notice.

A bit of a support position. A pungent smell wafted up from the tip.

The fact that the fingers of the glove were warm was not bad for the grip.

“Mr. Betty. First of all, I should thank you for bringing me food.”

“Don’t move.”

Sten said, slowly turning the bottle around.

He didn’t know anything.

“I think I should apologize first.”

“Yes?”

Behind her saying that, I saw a stone knife raised up.

The bread was moderately warmed. If it hits, it might even go into a burn deal.

“Betty, get down-“

As soon as Sten opened her mouth.

“Ker-“

I attacked the goblin that was trying to ambush behind Betty’s back.

f*ck!

Even goblins become quiet when struck in the larynx. Knowledge has increased

“Kep-Kelok.”

He coughed. It’s time for everyone to sleep.

And I said while stuffing hot bread into the mouth of the guy who was seeking a late-night snack.

“It’s a hot bakery. f*ck you.”

I used the half-filled bread as a nail and hit it with my fist.

Quad Deuk!

“!!!!”

The hard bread scraped my teeth and reached my throat.

The most violent dinner he has ever experienced in his life began,

Five punches were enough to finish his last meal.

First.

After forgetting the goblin’s face, I reached out to Betty, who was trembling beside her.

There was blood on his right hand, so of course he stretched out his left hand.

“Bread, I am sorry. Mr. Betty.”

“Thank you.”

She quickly grabbed her hand and stood up. They were already crowding around the bonfire.

“Kerruk!”

“Keruuk!”

“It is simple to do.”

I paid no heed to the goblin’s bullsh*t, and I focused on the command of the prianian squad leader.

She pointed at me first and said.

“G-House and I are headed towards the Lord’s tent.”

Adventurers were quick.

She said, pointing to Betty who was holding the dagger and Sten who was holding the Arming Sword.

“The other two go to the center of the camp to secure the area-“

“Ker-aak!”

A goblin rushed at me.

“Sten!”

I reached out to Sten.

“Drink before you go!”

“I heard you don’t drink because you have to stay up all night!”

The bottle has already flown. Caught in reverse

“I don’t drink alcohol!”

Kang!

“Keah!”

“This bastard is drinking!”

He was drunk.

To the extent that it can’t happen forever.

Second.

The bottle was quite sturdy. There was nothing more to write.

“I came and picked it up. Sten.”

That’s why I wiped it with a cloth that was scattered around and threw it again.

“Oh my God. I never thought I would see this again.”

Sten, who was happy that the prodigal child had returned, frowned and sniffed at her for a moment.

“…But why the f*ck does this smell like iron?”

Ah, that cloth was stained with iron powder.

I roughly covered it. Speaking of corrosive-stained cloth, it’s kind of like that.

“It was because there was blood on it. It won’t make you sick even if you wash it roughly and eat it, so just eat it.”

“I do.”

Sten came back with a smile and pulled a piece of burning wood from her campfire.

“Kerruk!”

“Keruk!”

Because he is quite good at moving while pushing forward to keep the goblins in check, he seems to be someone who doesn’t use a shield from the beginning.

Before he went into the darkness protecting Betty, he turned and looked in our direction.

“Ah, Captain Prianian.”

“Yes.”

“I understood the assembly point as the center of the camp, but what about the retreat signal?”

“Um.”

After waiting for a while, he asked for something a bit more difficult.

“Preferably something difficult to pronounce. Because they can follow.”

Let’s hear that.

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“Lehu.”

I spit out the words that popped into my head in an instant.

“What?”

His face frowned. I kept saying

“Le-hu.”

“What does that mean?”

Molarehu.

I brought out my own reasons.

“They can’t pronounce ‘u’, can they?”

“I do.”

“…Doesn’t it work well?”

Only then did he nod.

“Isn’t there a good reason why they don’t speak well, for example. The pronunciation is clumsy.”

I continued talking.

“So even if they follow our words, leh-ruk, leh-ruk. It must be like this, but break the bone of the guy who says that.”

“Are you breaking?”

“Lehu, Le-hu. Wouldn’t it be fine to follow the person who said this?”

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to follow the tradition.

“Do it with pork chops.”

“I will.”

I nodded.

If you don’t like peace and gratitude, that’s fine.

After a while.

“…Sten?”

Sereung.

After the two disappeared into the darkness, the prianian squad leader drew his side sword and said.

I agree with her guess, but I don’t have time to think about it now.

Keruk.

Kerrureuk…

I heard goblin noises coming from all over the dark forest.

It was fortunate that there were no screams yet.

There was not even a black sound. The blade quietly burned the color of a bonfire.

“Maybe.”

After pulling out the selendian, I loosened the bandage wrapped around the scabbard a bit and fixed it around my waist.

I can’t hold a torch because it’s her two-handed sword, but at least I’m glad she’s holding her sword instead of her crossbow.

“But, at least for now, we are allies. Squad leader.”

“That’s right, Mr. Ghouse.”

“I can’t completely trust everyone but the two of us.”

As she said that, she held up a torch.

Her hair burned a little more red.

“At least more trustworthy than monsters, right?”

Whether there are imposters among them, at least they aren’t spies on the monster side.