Isekai Ryouridou

Radajid met that odd father and son roughly ten years ago - when Radajid was 19.

Radajid at the time was single and wandering the western kingdom, polishing his arms as a pedestrian. Until then, I had enjoyed wandering relaxed by selling and buying products that could be put on Totos' back, but in case I started out, I bought a luggage truck and set up a calculation to work on a bigger business.

Radajid, however, was to be hit with great misery from his first years.

In the course of his journey, he tried to reveal the night behind the frivolous streets, poisoning Totos.

Radajid was set on his way.

Although Radajid was able to buy a small luggage truck with one pull, the cargo carriage is packed with merchandise that he could buy in the western kingdom, so it is not a very human weight to pull it off. And this place was just halfway between town and town, and without Totos, I could hardly call for help.

(Damn, what the hell. If you can buy a luggage truck, I didn't know you'd be hit by such a disaster...)

Whatever it is, now we have to wait for someone to pass through this place.

Thinking that way, as Radajid stared at the blurring fire flame - eventually from across the street, the running tone of the luggage car sounded.

Radajid hurries to transfer the fire to the torch and moves towards the street.

In the darkness, there was a tiny fire lit in the eastern direction.

Seeing, its light and sound approaches this way. Radajid grabbed the nostalgia blow arrow, praying it wasn't a burglar or something aimed at the traveler.

The luggage can be stopped a little further than where Radajid is standing.

The number of luggage vehicles is three. As Radajid never approached the leading luggage, the person on the podium called in a low voice.

"What can I do for you?

Hearing the words, Radajid was to stroke his chest down.

Though it was extremely fluent, it was the language of the west spoken by the people of the east not infrequently.

"I am the people of Gi, a man named Radajid-Gi Nafashiar. So I was about to reveal the night, but I had Totos hit by a poisonous bug, and it was hard to sink '

"Totos, have you returned your soul? … bliss, I pray"

A man on the platform gave a token of prayer by combining his fingertips into a form of prayer for the best. I don't know the face because I wear a jacket headscarf deep, but it looks like a people of the magnificent east.

"Town, it's far away. You, our luggage truck, you want to ride?

'No, I was letting Totos pull my luggage, too, so I can't leave it alone. If there's anyone in this town who's selling tototos, I'd like you to tell them I'd like to buy one.'

"Really? But sell tototoss, you might be on guard. Also, town, far away, so tototos, bring them, they think it's difficult"

'Um. That may be so -' and there Radajid was to lean his neck.

'By the way, why do you keep using the West word? against the same people of the east, it is not necessary to use the language of the west'

"I'm sorry. Me, for training, while I'm in the kingdom of the west, I try to use the language of the west as much as possible."

Saying so, the man put his headscarf over his back.

"I, the people of Dj, am Averal-Dj Sadumtino. The Chamber of Commerce, The Pot of Silver, leads."

It was a man who looked a little before the age of forty.

He has the most common dark hair and dark eyes in sims and has a very deposited eye. Although this is a strange and unusual look, Radajid was in the mood to be melted of anxiety and impatience in his chest, just staring into his clear eyes.

(This is by no means a man with a bad heart.... on the contrary, it seems to be someone with quite a measure)

With that in mind, Radajid took his hand away from the blowing arrow he was holding in his nostalgia.

The man named Averall spins his words with the same glance.

"Radajid. Can I see your luggage, please?

"Hmm? Look at my luggage, what am I going to do?

"Possible help, I'm thinking.... Schmiral, come here."

Called to Averall, a young man appeared from the carrier.

A torch set by the side of your table blurs its appearance. Neither was he a man of the east, but his hair glistened in beautiful silver.

"You were listening, right? See if we can help."

"Yes, I understand."

The young man, called Schmiral, fluttered down to the ground.

And I'm going to stare straight at Radajid.

"I, the son of Averall, am Schmiral-Dj-Sadumtino. My father's job, I'm helping him."

"Uhm...... you still don't use eastern language"

"Yes, Silver Pot, it's an arrangement."

It was a young man with a very cool eye.

No, are you still about the age you deserve to call yourself a boy? I felt a lot younger than Radajid, 19.

"Luggage, look, can you? Guide, please."

"Uhm... here's the luggage car"

Radajid still had no idea what was going on, but he didn't feel like questioning the man's word Averal, so he decided to give him an honest guide.

Schmiral was bare hands, so he steps into the wilderness beside the street with a torched Radajid illuminating his foot. Instead of the luggage truck, the burning fire was on fire, so there was no missight of the place.

"This is my luggage."

"I see. You pull one head. Totos, did you mourn him?

'No. I ran all the way to the jungle behind here, and I was out of breath. The poisonous insect bit me in the pain and broke the branch that tied the reins.'

"This tree, the reins, you were knotting."

Schmiral looked up at the trees that had grown by the carrier.

"This is the Caytan tree. Poisonous bugs, many, lurking."

'Really? I was also burning venomous herbs...'

"That smoke, bathed, must have fallen on branches, poisonous worms. During the camp, by the tree of Caitan, to avoid, I learned from my father."

As a lesson for the people of the east, Schmiral had properly hidden his emotions, but his eyes were lit with radajid.

"Totos, we, it's family. Soul, what I gave back, it would be thoughtless. I hope you won't lose your strength."

"Uhm. Kind words, I'm here. I just didn't have enough knowledge of me to cause a great disaster to my family Totos'

"The world, it's wide, it's mysterious, it's a lot. All calamities, retreats, no."

After saying so, Schmiral narrowed his eyes slightly.

Those black eyes are lit with a very gentle light.

"But therefore, we, the journey, will be fascinated. To suffer, to surpass, to rejoice, to discover."

"Uhm...... I'm sure you do"

Radajid glanced back at the luggage car, smiling.

'So how are you going to help me? Look at the luggage truck. What do you know?

"Yes. Luggage, luggage, how much?

"The luggage on the carrier is about the seventh minute. I was just able to buy pots and plates in the town of Rowl, so it's getting bulky '

"Is it the seventh minute? Then it's possible, I think. Let's go back to my father."

Returning to the streets according to the words of Schmiral, there stood only five men.

Averall, too, is part of it. When Schmiral reported on the status of the luggage, Averall nodded "I see".

"One pull of luggage, luggage, if it's the seventh minute, this luggage, to be carried in conjunction, is possible. Do you agree?

'Of course, if you're going to carry my luggage to the town ahead, I wouldn't be so grateful to talk about it... but are you sure?

"Yes. Meadow people, help each other, naturally. We, the Oriental God, must be the guide."

With a quiet look very similar to his son's, Averall said so.

"Okay, I'll turn it to the luggage car, one, that way. And, Totos, where is it?

"Totos, behind there, in the groves."

Faster than Radajid, Schmiral replied that way.

Averall nods small and glances at his four companions.

"Okay, condolences, I'll help. Dig holes, burn them with fire, return them to your soul, to heaven."

"What? You want me to help you even to Totos' condolences?

Radajid was to be caught in a small surprise.

Digging a hole in the ground and placing the remains, and burning it with fire, is a formal mourning practice. If this were a meadow, there should still not have been many humans so generously trying to mourn Totos in exotic lands.

"We, Totos, soul, when we give it back, we do. Don't you agree?

'No... of course if I could give him a proper condolence, I'd never go over it...'

"Okay, I'll help you"

Other men came in silently.

If you look closely, those hands already carry tools to dig holes. While Radajid was explaining to Schmiral, it seemed he was even getting ready for condolences here.

(That doesn't spare any help with me if my countrymen are in trouble in exotic lands... but they are kind people nonetheless)

Thinking that way, Radajid was to lead Averal and others to the Miscellaneous Woods.

In the darkness, Totos, with a large body, lies losing all his power. There was no meat-eating munt around here either, so the remains were not vandalized.

This is the tototos Radajid could have bought up about three years ago to start his work as a merchant.

Once again, Radajid's chest was tightened by the reality that his compatriots, who had suffered for three years, had returned their souls.

(Did I just get caught up in my own predicament?... my impudent husband who makes it, I'm sorry)

Radajid dug a hole with the men's hands and laid Totos' body there.

After gathering dead branches and grass in the groves and hanging them like blankets, they light the fire with Lana's leaves. The leaves of mourning were divided by Averall.

Fire turns on dead branches and grass, and the body of Totos is hidden in flames.

Throwing a leaf of condolence there, along with a small bursting sound, the flames burned so fiercely.

Black smoke climbs up to black heaven.

The wind carries Totos' soul to the Oriental God.

Radajid prayed for the blessings of his compatriot Totos as he worded his condolences.

If the flames eventually go out, I will soil them over.

Radajid softly stabbed a twig on top of it, as he had not learned to put a grave mark on the eastern kingdom.

"Well, let's get going"

While completing the mourning ritual, he had also completed the task of connecting the cars.

What was used in the Silver Kettle was all a big two-headed luggage truck. Radajid's luggage, coupled to one of them, was to be gently returned to the streets.

"Now, Radajid, this luggage truck, please get in. Luggage, you may be worried, because there, weight, limits."

"Hmm. I do not doubt your kindness. Be sure to reward me for this kindness'

That's how Radajid got into Averall's luggage.

Only Schmiral rides. The cargo carriage was stacked with crates, leaving only room for the two humans to calm their hips.

A leather whip is wielded along with Averall's proclamation that "I'm leaving".

The two tototos began to run lightly down the street, and the carrier was wrapped in a small, unspoiled vibration.

'Are you not going to camp and go straight to the next city like this?

To Radajid's inquiry, Schmiral nodded yes.

"Around here, Caytan trees, many, so camping, to be avoided, decided. I will rest there, Totos, because I will often stay in the next town."

'Right. I guess I should have done the same. Thanks to you, I have gained yet another difficult knowledge. I sincerely appreciate it'

"No. Everything, Captain, is a decision. We only obey."

Speaking that way, Schmiral's eyes seemed to be filled with pride for his father.

Smiling at that, Radajid asks all the time.

'Speaking of which, even though Schmiral is still young, you're a lot more skillful with the West language. You've been helping your father with his job for a long time now?

"Chamber of Commerce, joined, three years ago. My father's job, to help, because other families, the sick, have been dying. But sooner or later, I decided to help, so I learned the language of the West, from my childhood."

After saying it that way, Schmiral has embarked on himself.

"But you're young, too, I think. Radajid, how old are you?

"I just turned nineteen."

"You're nineteen, single, traveling merchant, are you?

"Uhm. I also started to imitate travellers three years ago, and it wasn't until this year that I was able to buy out my luggage car"

"At the age of sixteen, were you single, traveling, starting? I, currently, am sixteen, but its power, it doesn't. Respect, worthy."

"Hmm. Was Schmiral sixteen?"

Radajid thought secretly inside wondering if he had such a pure eye until three years ago, too.

Schmiral, too, seems to be a deposition at the age of sixteen, but his youthfulness is hidden in a little trick. Besides, my hands and feet are so relaxed, its face is delicate, and I felt a lot like I was a girl.

"Radajid. If you don't mind, could you, the town you toured, talk to me, let me listen? Me, I'm interested, I have '

'Uhm. So if I am to be rewarded with any of your kindness, let me ask you as much'

Radajid and Schmiral were thus to tell different stories until the eastern sky began to whiten.

That was the end of the night they met.

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Then after a twist, Radajid was to join the crew of the Pot of Silver.

It was the day after the day we met that triggered the visit. Radajid, who arrived in town and was able to buy up Totos safely, offered to dedicate some of the plates he had purchased in Rowl as a thank you for their kindness - but he saw the item and changed Averall's eye.

"This is you, the item, did you choose?

'Uhm. It was quite a bone breaking job because there are so many plates and kettles out there for sale in Rowl'

"Rowl, before, I visited. Out of that, these items, you pick them out, you see them, you need them. You, great eyes, you have it."

That's how Averall has invited Radajid to try to act with him for a while.

It was unclear what the intention was, but Radajid was also intrigued by this kind parent and child, so he agreed with pleasure.

After about three months of walking around the western kingdom, Averall solicited me to join the group.

"Me, the Chamber of Commerce, I want to make it big, I hope. Like you, a powerful merchant, seeking. If you like, same road, why don't you walk?

That was a sudden offer, so Radajid was often lost.

But by then, Radajid was also completely fascinated by Averall's character, so he decided to join the group.

Averall was a respectable personality, both as a merchant and as a single person.

Extremely gentle and gentle in character, but no compromise on commerce. I don't compromise, but I never imitate things that trick or kick others down for business. It was also supposed to be a merchant's book for Radajid.

Besides, it is my son Schmiral.

This one was so charming that Averall couldn't beat him.

Averal's honesty and depth of emotion seem to be rightly handed down to this Schmiral. Besides, his eyesight and mindfulness as a merchant have also been learned from his father, who is not likely to be sixteen years old enough to be able to drive and certainly see objects. Years later, he was about to let his father blossom his unbeatable talent.

Besides, Schmiral admired Radajid more. Did the age difference of three feel just like my brother? Schmiral was too good a part to call a disciple, but the childish side that sometimes gives a glimpse, etc. was also preferred for Radajid.

(I lost a family other than my father at the age of thirteen. I guess some people think I'm missed)

Three years ago, Radajid was also heard about the threat of epidemic disease that struck the clan of Dj. The epidemic caused the clan to lose hundreds of its inhabitants. The family of the Schmirals were also told that it was with that that they were to return their souls.

They were originally a family of six. Schmiral was to see his grandmother, his mother, his brother, and his sister - as many as four families returned their souls. Moreover, it was a further event in which Averall was leaving his hometown to work for merchants.

(How much sorrow and despair have befallen both Averall, who could not see his family dead, and Schmiral, who has lost all his family in a place without his father... I can't even imagine, for example)

But Averall and Schmiral lived hard without showing such a mood to the extra. Radajid may have been impressed by the way he looked.

With these two, you can have fate with you. It seemed that way that Radajid was determined to join the group.

As a result of welcoming Radajid in that way, there were seven members of the Silver Pot.

Radajid's luggage is replaced by a two-headed luggage cart, and the number of luggage carts is four. Tomorrow, Averall seemed to be targeting something called five baggage cars for ten members.

"The number of people, if it increases too much, will be difficult to move around and take away. Me, ten people, ideal, thinking."

But again, we're not talking about how many heads we should have. Even if the leader is Averall, there is no point in increasing the number of people unless each person is a merchant with definite power. It was also an honor for Radajid to be begged to join the group by Averal, who thinks so.

That's how Radajid's new life began.

My family back home also gave me a heartfelt blessing when it came to joining the Pot of Silver. After all, if we made it a family, Radajid's desire to wander the exotic world alone would have been a source of anxiety. Moreover, since half of the members were of the people of Gi, I could ask them to tell me from there how credible the Pot of Silver was.

"But isn't it a long time to leave home for a year?"

Radajid's mother, for example, said so.

It was also Averall's policy to spend a year in the exotic country and six months resting in their homeland.

'That's all there is to it. The Silver Pot is all over the place, from the settlement of Mahdra to the king's capital of Selva. If you don't have a year or so, it's hard to do business with fruit. "

'Is that what it is... for us, you don't have to do it, do you?

'I didn't do anything I couldn't do. I enjoy my journey and my family gains wealth. Isn't there nothing to complain about?'

There were only roughly two species of men's work in the meadows of Gigi. It is the mining of silver or jewellery, or a trade.

Gamma's livestock was the work of women, children and the elderly, and it was the role of men from youth to grandeur to bring further wealth there.

The mining of silver and jewellery is partitioned by nobles headed by lords. They encourage mining work in mountainous areas adjacent to meadows and reward copper coins.

Coupled with the wealth you get from livestock, you can still live a boring life.

But the only way to gain greater wealth was to do business based on the rewards of copper coins.

More importantly, gamma's milk liquor, cheese and fur and smoked meat, which are the fruits of livestock, also have no counterpart to sell within the meadows. Everyone in the meadows encourages pastoralism, so that's a natural story. It was presumably the origin of the marching of the people of the meadows who were putting their feet up to the territory of the margins in order to sell such things.

"The man named Averall, the captain of the regiment, is an extremely powerful merchant. Joining his" Silver Kettle "will surely also capture a great deal of wealth"

"You're not just a man who moves for wealth, are you?... Fine. Only when you're young can you be impotent. Live as you please. '

At the end of the day, my mother told me that too.

Originally, Radajid's house was not an inspiration for business. My father and brothers also spent more time working in the mining yard, and there were no human beings in the nearby bloodline who would put their feet up to the western kingdom. Therefore, Radajid may have become so distracted by the unknown world.

(With Averall I should be able to see more strange worlds)

And instead, there's also Schmiral.

Thinking of it that way, Radajid felt naturally floating.