Isekai Ryouridou

We decided to head to Cebu Town on that leg.

I couldn't postpone a story without such a thump, so I decided in the morning to buy a new iron pot and visit Camus.

Giva's twenty head necklace is usually held aside by Ey-Fa in a bag containing vegetables.

Gazran-Rutim taught us the shortest route from the Rutim family to the Lodging Town, and not so strong a foothold as valor - but anyway we headed to the Lodging Town.

"... but the more I think about it, the less clapping it is."

On the road, that's what I told Ai-Fa.

"Moreover, it is another surprise that people by the woods, like Ai-Fa and Gazran-Rutim, are in a rather positive position. I guess that's because of the strong sentiment that people by the woods should live richer lives."

"That, of course, would be. With me, the pain of poverty is engraved in me."

Without looking at me, Ai-Fa responds with a low voice.

"Would we have talked about this before? Fa's house is on the verge of doom once his father Gil broke his leg and couldn't do his job as a hunter. No other family existed in Fa's house, so he could not rely on anyone. If my awkward trap had prevented me from capturing my child Gibba - we were starving to death"

"Oh... you did"

"And I also see how much pain my father Gil, who drove his family that far, was in. It doesn't seem right to me that humans should suffer like that"

"... yeah"

"Even if it is the inhabitants of the Stone Capital who brought this story in, if we grasp wealth with our power and will, even temperament people like Donda-Lou, for example, complain. Rather, it is a battle against the stone capital."

So Ai-Fa saw me for the first time.

With very clear, beautiful eyes.

"... and if you're in my place, I can never think of it as a bad fight"

"What, are you even trying to cry at me, you?"

I get so proud that I'm about to get my heart crushed, to deceive it, I try to make a cheerful look.

"But we have to do something about that old man first. If there's anything behind that old man, it's a mistake. Let's start by asking him what it means to open a shop in Innkeeper Town and explore the old man's mood as much as possible."

"... right," he gave a slightly harsh look, ai-fa turning back to the front again.

It's an interminable battle to remind people in town of the value of giva meat.

But if Ai-Fa or Gazran-Rutim had found a strong significance in that battle - even for me, there was no difference.

So first, we have to confront that inexperienced man named Camua-Josh.

It must be the first step in this battle to determine whether that man is a drug or a poison to Moribe.

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That's it - it's the lodging town again.

The sun is already past Jomtien. It was a little late than at the last visit, but for that matter, the town seemed to be flooded with more people.

A large wooden house lined to the left and right on a stone thick street that will be ten meters. Humans with different outfits, different hair and skin colors. A huge scarebird toss that pulls loads. People.People bluffing. People's enthusiasm.

"Well," I look back at Ai-Fa as I lay myself in the clutter of a heady lodging town.

"We need to get rid of this mess first. I can feel it holding an iron pot and storming the inn."

But which building is Kimmus's Tail Pavilion, where Camua-Josh permanently stays?

If you look closely, most of the wooden houses had giant signs. All that was noted there were swirl patterns like hieroglyphics.

Even if I ask Ai-Fa, "Is there any way I can read it".

Then I'll ask the people walking around.

So - I've been observing the people in town again.

After all, the vast majority of humans who come to EY-FA with their udder eyes were people with yellowbrown skin.

But the ivory-skinned people, who are in almost the same proportion, have not changed their impressions as much.

And a very small number of white- and black-skinned people were certainly neither the wind that scared or scorned Ai-Fa.... but for that matter, pure curiosity, or the appearance of many benefactors blinded by Ai-Fa's face and beautiful standing.

Hmm.

With the intention of targeting a little mediocre, I decided to give a voice to a young man with ivory skin.

"Um, excuse me. I'd like to ask you something. Don't you know where the inn called Kimmus's Tail Pavilion is?

The young man with short brown hair stops in a slight manner and looks suspiciously at me and Ai-Fa.

Fear is - I don't see it so much.

Nor can contempt be felt overtly.

It just seems annoying and yet a puzzling face.

"... if it's Kimmus's Tail Pavilion, it's that red roof building."

"Thank you"

The young man walks away with a scratch.

I have nothing to do with the people by the woods or anything! and it is as if you are appealing to the best of your ability.

Hmm.

Well, I guess this is what makes me head.

"All right, let's go"

The buildings were all wooden, and the feeling I saw all the time was that the whole thickness and splitting plates were uneven, but it was not uncommon for buildings where some of the roofs and walls were painted with red or green paint.

Whether it's decorations, preservatives, or both, of course I can't tell.

Either way, we were able to reach our first destination.

Like many other houses, it's a big, two-story building.

The sign still depicted a whirlpool pattern, some of which looked like bird feathers.

Speaking of "Kimmus," I think that's what the meat buns I ate were called by Camus. It was scissor-like pale meat, or maybe it's the name of a bird.

"...... ai-fa. Are you okay?"

"What?

"No, I wonder what's the first time I've stepped into a building in Stone Capital"

Ai-Fa shrugged her shoulders silently.

Is there a place more dangerous than the woods? It's just a trick to say.

If I were you, I'd feel like a real threat to the hunter is a human spear or a knife, not a giva horn. Well, turning back here doesn't start the conversation.

It is not a drawer, but an opening in which a metal hinge is used.

I didn't see anything like a door knob, so I put my hand on both open doorboards and pushed it open.

The voice "Come..." freezes along the way.

My father, who sat at the reception desk where his hips were hidden, stared back at us in surprise.

He is a fat father with yellow-brown skin.

It's hard to understand because I'm sitting, but it doesn't feel that big.

He wears a barrel hat on his head. Light ink cloth clothes and cloth forehangs of the same color. It's a stunning outfit you'll often see outside.

"... a meal?

No way is it a lodging, and its big eyeballs are intimidating.

Rather than being scared, I had a diminished sense of contempt.

"No. Um, I've been visiting a guy named Camua-Josh who says he's staying here."

"Do you have a camouflage?" Only vigilance leaves him around the brow, his father turns his eyes round.

So he twisted his thick neck behind him, blurring in his mouth like, "That madness..."

"Camua, it's a customer! Can I let you through?!?

Behind the room, it seemed to be a dining room.

Isn't it at mealtime, there aren't that many people? There are about three more horizontal tables arranged made of round-tails and splitting boards, and I knew I could also see a chair made of round-tails. It feels like a ski lodge, and the atmosphere isn't bad.

It's just - the style of the men sitting there wasn't very nice.

The color of the hair and skin is fragmented, but all have a strong friction of the arms, and about 3 out of 5 people wrap around the leather chest, hands, etc. And all those hips were lowered with knives, hand axes, sticks, etc. - and they were, like, intoxicated.

I don't mind drinking from noon if my life is protected. The look in the eyes of the men who turned this one around made me feel bad.

Curious eyes.

Contempt eyes.

suspicious eyes.

And - good color eyes.

I don't show a bare gesture that scares the Ey-Fa.

Instead, there are the ones with the kind of eyes you see, even the dirty ones, or the ones laughing at Nitanita like Diga-Sung.

Really, I don't like it.

"Hey, Camua, are you there? Are you asleep!?," your father shouts even louder.

Then came the adorable reply, "Ha ai".

From further back in the room with the long desk, a boy with linen hair rushes over.

He was a little boy, about ten years old, with brown bright eyes.

"Welcome! You're Ai-Fa and Asta from Fa's house, right? My name is Rayt and I am a disciple of Camua-Josh. This way please."

Apprentice?

What the hell kind of apprentice is that?

He is a gentle looking boy with slightly longer flax hair.

Sleeveless torso with cylindrical trousers. He has a small cloth bag and a skinny dagger down his hips, and a leather ankle boot at his feet. You're such a beautiful little person, and if I'm family, you mustn't get involved with such a lousy old man! And it's a look that makes me want to pay attention.

But I'm a guest, not a family member, so there was no other way to go to Camus with this boy's guidance.

"Hey, if you're a customer, I'll ask for an order," my dad says, stopping me.

"Oh, right. What would you like?" And the boy looks back at us.

"Yeah? No, I've never seen a store like this before, and I'm not sure -" I whispered to the boy's ear.

"Come on, I don't even have copper coins with me right now."

"Really? Okay."

The boy grinned and looked back at his father.

"Now, two Zozo teas, please. Please add the price to your stay. I'll be in my usual seat."

"Aye," your father waves his right hand.

Looking to his right at the stairs leading to the second floor, he proceeded to the back of the room, in the order of the boy, me, Ai-Fa.

Several pairs of eyes follow it.

Fortunately, though, even as those guys passed by the side of the table they were arranging, they never got a funny little peep on them.

Behind the room was a wall, with a doorless entrance at the right end.

Going around there, the space is about as wide again as it was earlier.

The table is only smaller in size and doubled in number, making little difference.

That, in the deepest seat - I saw a familiar golden brown head.

But Camua was falling asleep.

He has fallen back on the chair of Marutai, has his back on the wall behind him, throws his slightly longer legs on the table in bad demeanor, and falls asleep by the time he has no skin.

There are no other customers.

"Camua, you're a customer! We're waiting for you, guests from the woods. Look, wake up!

A boy pounded his bread and palms flat at the tip of the camouflage's nose as he lowered his hips to the seat next to it.

Camua says, "Uh-huh," and gives a dissatisfied voice.

Sorry, not even a nanogram is cute.

"Yeah. What the hell. I haven't slept enough yet... is that it? Ai-Fa? Asta? What, you just got here!

Dropping eyes open tightly, with a pleasant grin on her elongated face.

"This has shown some embarrassment. Come on, sit down, please! Late, Tea Tea"

"I already ordered it. Just put your feet down."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

The foot wrapped in leather boots disappears and the boy cleans the table with a stiffness.

"Come on, go ahead"

"Thank you," I lowered my hips too, but I-Fa showed a bare gesture of getting lost just a little bit.

Speaking of which, I've never seen anything like a "chair" by the woods.

Still, Ai-Fa succeeded in paying for refreshments and cape soothing and sitting in an exceptional manner.

"Hey, I never dreamed you'd come yesterday today. I'd love to, say" Asta to Ai-Fa "or something, and then I yawn big" Whoa "right after that.

"I'm sorry. I worked until this morning. I just don't get enough sleep."

"Heh. Was there any work after that, too?

"Yeah? No, I was just exploring the woods all night."

"... Geez will grab your leg, won't he?

"Compared to hunters, Geez is something cute."

By the way, Geez is a big rat about the size of Itachi. The exterior is so adorable, but he has the habit of clawing rot with Mundt, and when bitten, the meat rots away.

"So. Does this mean that you've bothered to take my feet, that you'll think positively of suggestions from me?

"I came because I wanted the ingredients to think positively, it feels like. Well, it was a shopping trip."

Eyes in the eye, and a light mouth.

I can't be put on this man's pace forever.

"Yes, it's zozo tea," my dad said earlier there.

A ceramic cup poured with yellow tea is placed before me and Ai-Fa.

It has a grey hue and the surface is wavy. It has a handshake in a cylindrical shape, so can I call it a mug, this is...

"Oh, thank you for your hard work."

"My daughter doesn't show her face because she's scared, so it's the only way."

And your father is going to hang out with me and Ai-Fa.

I knew he wasn't that tall, but he looks fat and powerful in a good way.

"If you take the order, the customer is a customer. If we make a scene, I'll have you out too, Camua."

"Have I ever made a scene before? Don't worry."

"... I don't care, this is the cafeteria all day. If you're going to sleep, sleep in your own room. If you want to sit down, order something."

"Oh, that's the best story. So, can I have a cup of Zozo tea for me and Leyt, one at a time - and can I have Kimmus salted, please, for one?"

"There's four of us and it's one serving," he says, and Dad walks away.

Is this serious attitude in the business stemming from an aversion to the people by the woods, or from a rough feeling of unease about the camouflage?

Well, it's probably both of them.

While I was thinking about that, I-Fa was sniffing around like an animal and smelling tea.

"... what is this?

"I wonder if Zozo tea is the end of fruit like that dried snake chunk."

This scent like herbal medicine also smells familiar. Maybe it wasn't originally like hitting a pot.

"Are you not in the habit of drinking tea to the people by the woods? Well, think of it as part of an intercultural exchange, and drink it if you like."

"… there is no indulgence in receiving charity from you"

"I don't like it. I had a nice treat last night, didn't I? Thank you."

"That's the price for fruit liquor. I don't lend or owe you anything."

"... Asta, what do we do?" and the camouflage turns back to this way.

I thought, "Hmm."

"I = fa. Then why don't we just pay the price again? I don't have any copper coins, so I need something to match it."

Ai-Fa tilted her neck slightly, eventually removing enough rubber nokimodo leaf wrap to ride flat in her hand from behind her cape.

"It's Giva's dried meat. Hopefully."

"Giva dried meat! That's interesting! Late, it's dried giva meat!

"Wow. Can you feed me later, too?

Ai-Fa stares at such interaction between the two.

In the meantime, I was able to confirm with this a second human being who would not repel Giva meat.

Of course it is within the body of Camus, so it is not very helpful, but it will need to be kept in mind.

By the way, when I rinsed the Zozo tea, the taste was soft instead of strong aroma, and it didn't feel that bad.

Sit in a chair and make some tea. It's a little nostalgic for me.

"Well... let's get down to business"

That's what Camua-Josh said, elbowing on the table and laughing at her elongated face with a garlic.