In a World Filled with Deserts, an Old Man with Electronic Money

"In total, it's 600 thousand dollars. Please check."

"You're the decadenzee?

"Let me just say it's because you're a decadenzee... Denzi certainly has some metal to use in his wreckage, but it's troublesome to take it out, and it's not that expensive. Hunters aren't popular either....."

"I thought so. After all, nobody came except us."

In the evening, we sold the wreckage of Decadenzi, which we painstakingly dismantled and transported, to the Hunters Association.

That amount is only six hundred thousand dollars.

Originally it is rough garbage similar to old household appliances, so it is only worth a part of the metal.

Also, it takes a lot of trouble and cost to take it out, so the amount bought was quite cheap for that size.

As expected, no one but us would have come into that dungeon.

Dead female hunters may have designated it convenient, but we and Adolf were fractured.

The crusade reward itself was huge, so there was no problem at all.

Ah, isn't that Mr. Turlow?

When I left the Hunters Association, Adolf and the others were called out.

We'll meet soon, but soon the hunters around us will send us a blamed gaze.

"I'm sorry for us...."

"No. (Are they so beautiful?

The stupid end of those stupid female hunters was explained by the same party members, Adolf, so the Hunters Association said nothing.

I mean, I'm originally a hunter, so if I enter the dungeon, it's my responsibility to live and die, so I'm not responsible for their deaths.

However, because the female hunters had an unusual beauty... I've told you many times, they looked the opposite from me... but the story got complicated.

I wanted to get to know her, I wanted to work at the same party, I wanted to hang out with you, I wanted to get married.

And the hunters who thought that made her die, Adolf and we are responsible for it.

In order to preserve the beauty of their skin and reduce their aging, they demanded only leveling and no sand beast was defeated, and even though the rewards were evenly divided, and even though they forced Adolf to do various things, many of them did not know their nature because they were wearing cats on their faces.

From their point of view, Adolf, who drove the female hunters to death, equal to Madonna in Old Town, and we, who are the opponents of the match that led to their death, should also be blamed.

Unfortunately, the labels treat me like dogs...

"Hunters heading to the dungeon are responsible for getting a thousand dollars alive or failing and dying."

The label is correct, but unfortunately not all humans are wise.

Don't you feel responsible for killing these beautiful girls when you're wearing a hood?

No, maybe he assassinated them with a plot, out of jealousy for beautiful girls.

It was the end of a strange conspiracy theory.

"We can't be in Old Town anymore."

More accusations have been levelled against Adolf than we have against the beautiful female hunters who killed their monopoly, and they are leaving town tomorrow because they can't stay in Old Town anymore.

"We look ordinary, as you can see. That's why I became so strong as a hunter like a woman....."

They have the same abilities as advanced hunters, but it is difficult to be regarded as advanced hunters.

That's how hard I tried.

"That's why I was so happy to hear from them. Someday I might be able to marry them...."

If you marry them anyway, you have to get into the family.

Adolf thought so and spoiled them, hunters who didn't fight.

She probably had a bad personality originally.

They got more and more on the diagram.

Many people think it's good to throw them out, but it's also love that can't do that.

Because if all love is right, there is no case of bankruptcy.

And hunters who don't look at things like that look at Adolf and us critically.

"Get out of here, where are you going?

"We're heading to Shiptown. There's a lot of hunter work there."

"Really...."

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

After apologizing to us, Adolf turned back to his lodging,

They're taking a boat flight to Shiptown tomorrow morning.

Dear Taro

"What a difficult situation....."

A party between Osan and Dobbs involving the death of three beautiful hunters.

There are many male hunters who barely look into the truth and are even hostile to us.

If they knew what they were... they wouldn't be able to do more than die.

"Mr. Tallow, shall we leave this town?

"I hear the Sandbeast will be stronger if we go further southwest. I don't think exploring the dungeon is that good."

In our case, it is bad that the defeated sandbeard disappears.

There was also a suggestion that if people knew about the existence of "online shopping", people might come out who would use us.

"Are we leaving tomorrow too....."

"I agree with Lord Tallow. More importantly, it's my husband's opinion."

"I agree with that opinion. There's nothing appealing about Old Town."

"I will follow Taro."

With the agreement of the three of us, we also decided to leave Old Town tomorrow.

Was it long or short?

I don't know, dungeon exploration life.