Log Horizon

"Shit. What is this, awesome!!

Leaks a voice like a direct line has been impressed.

A bonfire that gives you patsy and firepowder in front of five people.

"Master, master. I don't know what to say about this, it's bliss."

Even serious akatsuki, who usually feels scarce in emotional ups and downs, raises his delightful voice dyeing his reddish cheeks with an orange flame.

This is a coastal hilly area, just crossed the "Lyport Strait". As a result of forcing Griffon to leave the prints of the "Ezzo Empire" as soon as possible, the camp was somewhat slower that day.

It was already at a time when darkness was looming that the Five found the right hills to land the Griffon. Because the darkness covered the sky so much that Griffon could no longer fly while searching for a few more camp places.

A very powerful griffon as a flying organism, but because its head is an eagle, the influence of night darkness has to be strong. It's commonly called bird's eye.

Arriving as far as the hills, the five began to prepare for the camp.

The sun was setting but there was no sign of a powerful enemy creature in the zone around here.

Direct line and Serara start putting up a small tent. I have no problem spending the night under the starry sky this season as long as I have a sleeping bag, but it's troublesome in case it even rains in the middle of the night.

Neither Akatsuki nor Nata spoke to each other, but went to the woods in silent communication. Probably went to collect dead branches.

Siroe opens a menu on a hill that reveals the surrounding area in an effort to report to Marielle by reading. Marielle, who would have been waiting to hear from me the whole time, received a report from the Siloes in a clearly relieved voice. Marielle keeps grinning brightly at all times, but I guess she was still worried.

I also found myself happy to hear a report from Serara raising her voice from behind the siloe so I could take it.

Camping starting at such a late hour is inefficient.

Even though there are magical lights, it takes time in the dark to install a tent, as well as to collect firewood. It wasn't until nearly two hours after Griffon landed that he dug up the underlying hills and lined up some windswept stones for a bonfire.

I may not even get enough rest by this minute in the morning, but the five faces are still bright. Whatever you say, the rescue operation crossed the mountains.

I wouldn't have to worry about a chaser hanging on to me more than I've done with a bunch of zones on a griffon. The remaining task is to return safely to Akiba, but it is not a journey that demands speed compared to when you come to pick me up, more than you have already joined Serara.

Depending on your physical condition, you may have stayed another night on this hill.

Such leeway also appeared in everyone's expressions.

And the happiest incident followed.

What happened was that Nyantai and Akatsuki, who went to collect firewood, came back with a deer.

In this other world, wildlife is not uncommon. Instead, in this world, where the population had reached about 1/100 compared to Japan in the real world, wildlife had gained enough breeding environment to be called paradise.

So in natural zones such as forests and hills, natural or wild livestock animals such as deer and wild birds, pigs and goats are seen relatively frequently. Of course, some of the wildlife that said so were as dangerous as wild dogs, wolves, and bears, and they had quite a combat capability compared to the Green Kid (Goblin), etc.

But as long as we avoid some of those dangerous wildlife, deer, wild birds, etc. are relatively easy opponents, and are very valuable as practitioners of low-level adventurers' outfits and as a source of ingredients.

Akatsuki and Nata apparently tailored the deer in the woods where they went to pick up firewood.

And then, Natha stared at the deer in surprise, creating a surprisingly delicious skewer of venison.

That was completely different from what it had been before, from the point where it blew up all over the place with fireworks.

the sweet smell of fat baking,

It startles me how complex and rich the incense was with the real dish. As if they hadn't eaten in days, the three of them suddenly felt unbearable anymore when they felt hungry.

And the melting taste of the gravy flavored with salt and rosemary, which spreads as soon as I eat one of the fillets that Chan Tai gave me. "Cooking", not "food items". The difference is overwhelming if you try to poke it in front of you.

It didn't even look like fluorescent light and lightning.

"It's delicious...... but. - Why?

The Shiloes have also voiced their surprise at this.

Both the direct line and the sea urchin are taken lightly. Only Serara and Chan Tai are proud of Nico.

That was the best meal I've had in the past month.

As for the food, it was never handled or conceited. Seasoned with venison, seasoned with spices, herbs and rock salt, sautéed in a frying pan or just broiled in an immediate fire.

That wasn't the finest, but compared to the "fluffy pancakes without salt gas" that were totally into everyday life, it was considered heavenly delicious.

"Yummy! This is amazing. Captain Tai is amazing! I love you the next time you breast!!

"I'm exaggerating."

That's how Nyata stabs more and more venison on the iron skewer removed from the bag and cooks it. Serara, sitting with her knees neatly next to her, cutely arranges the dishes and peels off the onions accompanying her with a small knife.

"Squad leader. Hey! Mr. Nyantai. Why does it taste like this? I mean, why doesn't it taste like pancakes?!? I need the defendant's testimony. It's a festival."

The direct line asks, gripping one skewer at a time in both hands. "You don't have to be so disappointed because there are so many alternatives," she said. "I'm not convinced by Tai's words. The direct line didn't seem to feel safe unless I kept my share of eating like this.

Akatsuki, who usually puts in such a direct line as "the vile idiot direct", is also "delicious..." It's delicious, "he says, eating roasted venison like a small animal.

"When you cook, choose the dish you want to make from the menu with all the ingredients in it, and the food item will be finished?

Nyata continues her words as she cleaves her guts with cautious hands.

"That's how cooking makes it that flavorful food item no matter how. You just have to collect the ingredients and not open the menu and cut, bake or simmer directly to cook. It's exactly the same as the real world."

Nyata explains that all the time.

"But it's..."

Siloe takes over the second half of the dialogue as she gives a water bottle to Akatsuki, who swallows meat.

"I've tried that, but even if I did it that way, I wouldn't end up just being able to do mysterious items? Even when I tried to bake fish, I could do odd charcoal extinguishing that had nothing to do with fish, or just paste like slime.... you shouldn't be able to cook normal food in this world, right?

That was supposed to be common sense in this world that the Shiloes knew.

"That's a phenomenon that happens because even if you're not a" cook "or a" cook "you have low cooking skills. Cooking skills are necessary, even when cooking in the same way as in reality.

... In other words, the "cook" does not use the cooking menu, but uses the normal procedure to cook. That way, it will be a dish that takes advantage of the flavours of the ingredients. "

Siloe is stunned by the words of Nyantai, and eventually convinces him.

Come to think of it, it was already strange to salt food items for you to eat. If you were to assume that you could only cook on a dish menu, wouldn't you have been able to do it without even choosing to salt it?

Even if the "cook" and other production jobs are not mastered, they have a minimum value of about 5 EXP. The minimal cooking of "sprinkling salt" was the highest level of "realistic cooking" even those with other sub-occupations who were not "cooks".

"Well, maybe the squad leader."

"That's right. Direct succession. I'm the cook.... Come on, how about another one?

Siloes hitting the meat at the recommendation of Nyantai.

The medium sized deer still had an extra portion to eat for five, and this seemed like a good idea for tomorrow's meal. The lively evening feast ensues as she behaved Apple Brandy that she had made in that city of Suskino from her fat.

Nyata introduces Serara to the three of us.

Forest Curse (Druid) from the Alliance of the Three Moons. High school girls in the real world.

"Here we go. I'm late to say hello. Thank you for your help this time, Serara. At level 19 of the Forest Curse, Saab is a Housekeeper, still a chick daughter."

Serara was in the middle of sitting in the car seat around the fireworks, but she stood up politely and lowered her head a bit.

(She's a healthy girl)

Girlish serene face and sleek, small round shoulders. Siroe feels that way about her daughter, who has hair put together in one behind her.

"I'm the third most adorable daughter in my class to ever get a love letter or something like that."

"Ha, ha no!?

Serara, who is supposed to be a first-person direct successor, is stuck with words in her assessment that makes it difficult to respond. Akatsuki puts a knee kick in such a direct face without sound.

"Stop kneeling! Knees!"

"Master, I kept a knee kick in the rude"

"And ex-post reporting is good!?

If you look at what such a direct line is doing without even covering your face, you are desperate to avoid dropping venison skewers on both hands. Serara also smiles when she sees how it goes.

"hehe."

"Uh. This is direct. Guardian. You can trust your arms."

"But nasty and stupid"

Serara nods with a smile at Shiloe and Akatsuki's commentary.

"Activity on the front line, I was watching. My awkward heel won't help me recover."

The direct line returns the words, "Never mind, that would have helped me enough." Serara apologizes for being so low on the level, but I agree with Shiloe straight here. Siroe thinks Serara's focus after she's ready and her determination to devote all her energy not to think about it later deserve full appreciation.

"This is what direct inheritance has always been like. I want you to take a big look at him because you think he's a little girl. Besides, the dialogue just now complimented Serara."

"Huh?"

Sitting next to herself, Serara looks up to Smile Munnata, narrowing her thin eyes even more.

"It's the best in the class. That's what you're telling me. I'm a lighter."

"Hey, hey, squad leader. That's not what I'm saying. I'm better than a beautiful girl!!

Akatsuki's knee kick is decided again to block the direct dialogue.

"Ouch. You're losing mercy, Chimiko."

"My lord, I have submerged the perverted face. And then we confiscated the meat."

"Huh? Ah. Ahhh!!

Akatsuki is eating with a skewer stabbed with deer roast meat, which he took from his direct line at the moment of his knee kick.

"That's not true..."

You gave your depressing direct line a new grilled meat. and talk to Akatsuki. I noticed that Shiloe starts introducing Akatsuki to Nyata.

Girl who has traveled directly or with herself. "Assassin" and "Tracker". A well-armed craftsman and dependable being.

Nyantai stared at him with a slightly less serious gaze, eventually bowing his head he said, "It's a young man's akatsuki, old master".

Akatsuki still stuck raw roasted meat in his direct mouth that sounded a lot different than in my case. Chimiko, you idiot! The other three laugh at the two endless skirmishes they interact with.

"But what moves did you take down that muscle mastery in an instant?

Akatsuki asks with a serious look. Even if you are the Assassin (Assassin) who is supposed to have the greatest Attack Power of the Weapon Attack Position, you have no more Attack Power than letting a 90-Level Martial Artist (Monk) die in that blow.

At that point, of course, Akatsuki was controlling the recovery magician who was covering for Demiquas. Demiquas' HP would not have been adequate. But that's why it's such an anomaly as dropping a warrior position in an instant.

"... oh. Is that it? That's a collaborative trick with Shiloe."

"That's Thornbyde Hostage."

It is an installed trap spell of the "Granting Artist". It's a spell that sets up five Ts that deal about 1,000 damage in conjunction with an ally's attack. But even activate all of them for a total of 5,000 damage.

It's only less than half the HP of a warrior position shielded in the avant-garde.

Shiloe says to Akatsuki, who pointed that out.

"I mean, Thornbyde Hostage has 15 seconds to reuse it."

Nyata supplements Akatsuki, who is only a little troubled by the explanation.

"I mean, here's the thing. Shiloe puts" Thornbyde Hostage "on Demiquath. My son doesn't attack.

Endure for 14 seconds without attacking. Then, after enduring that time, launch a tenth consecutive attack. - Naturally, the first five attacks in a row provoke Thornbyde Hostage?

And at that moment, Shiloe Chi will cast the “second” Thornbyde Hostage, which was deregulated for reuse. That way, my 6th to 10th attacks get extra damage. 5000 damage times, and my fast attack times 10. That's the answer. "

"Sure, then I can sink into the warrior position... But"

"It is...... Can you do that?

I just think Serara was joking, too, and I ask her in the same tone.

If we can indeed carry out the operation as I said, we will be able to sink Demiquas in an instant, without being able to help with the recovery spell, and Demiquas actually fell.

But in the middle of that battle, Serara couldn't even follow it with her eyes, even though it matched the sixth time in a row. I guess that's true because I've just heard of the tenth consecutive attack, but I don't even know how many times I've been attacking the truth.

"... in training?

"Will that happen?"

In response to Akatsuki's serious question, Nata responds soothingly.

The pretty brunette seemed to have something in mind, but when she nodded one she murmured "I'll practice too" and went back to eating again.

Cutting off that convincing of Akatsuki, the meal returned to a lively feast again. Apple brandy diluted with water was like juice, but still cheered everyone up with deer barbecue and made the story bounce.

About the guild, about each other, about the delicious meals and about the starry skies in this world. We never get tired of discussing it and go further at night.

Five adventurers' laughter overlaps the tasteful meal they haven't had in a long time and the orange flames. It was no longer around the time when the eastern sky began to whiten that finally Nyantai resolutely declared bedtime.

"Ah. I ate. I ate! I haven't had such a delicious meal in a long time. There's something about whether you're here or not because you ate this meal. I knew it. This is how you have to travel."

The fullness and sleepiness made me limp underfoot, and a direct line word that still leaked was in everyone's untrue mood.

Five of them wrapped themselves in their sleeping bags and fell asleep in the plumage of the fire.

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The journey from then on went well.

Even the three of us were cut off on the outbound route. There, Nyata, who crawled through the training ground at the "Prodigal Tea Party", joined in and strengthened his fighting power, while Serara, a restorer, was added even though the level was still low.

The range of tactics will widen if Serara recovers from some forceful attacks. Monsters and wildlife in the field zone had no fear of losing.

The five didn't forcibly force them.

The Shiloes were rather concerned with moving the pace slower than in the first half of the journey. After the big sleeper in the first camp, pick a good time in the morning to drive the griffon. There is a time limit on the use of griffons, so when it's around noon, it descends into the earth and starts looking for camping locations early in the afternoon while traveling slowly on horses and foot.

They tented before dusk and took plenty of time to prepare dinner. Although it was naturally an outdoor dish to be prepared, it was a dream treat compared to the poor diet so far.

Of course, Tai made an effort to make her have a repertoire in that dish. The stew, carefully simmered in small fireworks, was well received and greatly consoled the original camp in the starry sky.

The five of them talked about various things.

I didn't go into depth about the harassment Serara suffered in the city of Susquino, but it was salvation to the Shiloes that Serara was afraid of it and now seems to be getting over it.

Unsurprisingly, Serara was passionate about Nyata, and the only person who didn't notice it at all seemed to be Nyata herself. It is both funny and smiling that Serara herself seems to think that she can hide her thoughts from all the Shiloes, including Nyata.

Serara when she is away from Nyantai, her gaze is searching for Nyantai in her mundane claps. At dinner, when we gather around the fireworks, we always sit small next to the nymphets to make them happy.

The happiest news for Serara here these days seems to have been Chantai's determination to accompany her as far as the city of Akiba, and then move her base of activity to Akiba. Cerala, who accidentally hugged her too much, was very frightened that she was about to turn the pan upside down.

Seeing Serara like that, the direct line and Siloe are laughing like a bad kid who came up with a prank. Only to describe himself as an "old man" and so on, there were no rumors of Nata floating around at the Tea Party of the Prodigal. This was big news and a bit of an event for both of us to learn about Chan Tai's past.

"Still, why a middle-aged hobby?"

"Serara has a good hobby"

To the blur of the direct line, Akatsuki replies.

"Is Akatsuki ok too?

"The old master is a first-rate swordsman."

Akatsuki nodded politely as Shiloe asked on the basis of his interest. I wonder what that would be like as an assessment axis, but Siroe convinced me that there would be something about respect for technology that would pass between melee positions.

It is true that Nyata is dependable in the sense of adult calm.

Old people, old people, etc. are calling themselves in person, but objectively, they will be in their early 40s or late 30s. The skinny body is smooth and long, and although I don't like having slightly too thin eyes, it looks pretty good.

(... Yes...?

When Shiloe thinks of that with a finger on his jaw in his habit of thinking, Akatsuki comes close to what he thought and pulls that sleeve.

"Master. Master."

"What's up?

"My lord isn't a swordsman, but I think he's hands-on."

Realizing that he was apparently comforted, Siloe gently touches Akatsuki's smooth forehead to say a word of thanks. It tickled me to turn to Akatsuki, who seemed a little troubled, "I'm not saying anything big".

As they were flying over the "Arb Highlands," the ominous dark clouds proceeded at a fast pace as they stirred ink from a distant southwestern direction.

The direct succession discovers a cloud that is dripping forward and gazes. It was far away, but inside the clouds, the sometimes crackling white light seemed blinking.

"Hey. Siloe ~. Team Leader Tai ~"

At the expense of the hassle of launching the chanting function, the direct succession raises its voice to the siloes flying ten meters below themselves.

"The rain clouds are coming!"

Siloe, if he gazes at his voice, certainly seems to be blocked from the sun in the west. Is the air getting heavier, and Griffon is having a hard time raising the altitude, too.

"Siloe chi. Earlier today, you'd better find a place to stay in the rain. '

This one is suggested by Nyata, who has been calmly connected to the reading. Reiterating the rain clouds, Shiloe began descending off the wind path wide as he put his right hand up.

It was a small settlement, dotted in the vast "Arb Highlands", where the Shiloes rushed in. It must be in a place that was rural in the old days. At the intersection of several unpaved roads, there are about twenty wooden buildings flocking shoulder to shoulder.

You could cloud if you were in danger.

Because when Griffon landed on the outskirts of the village, the thunder began to run with a sound that echoed right after it at the bottom of his belly. It was a sudden change in airspace seen at the beginning of the summer.

The Shiloes rush for the centre of the village.

This settlement was like a typical rural area. This type of rural area can be seen anywhere in the five areas, which are no longer the administrative areas of the Japanese server. In this other world, where the scientific civilization of the old world almost collapsed and the environment retrograded on a millennial basis (the setting), abundant soil is revived with the great breeding of wildlife. Agriculture is returning to power in regions with few monsters.

Of course, it is not the players who live in these rural areas.

He's a non-player character who calls himself "The Grounders". In a time when "Elder Tail" was still a game, solving a variety of problems and cases around these remaining villages everywhere also accounted for a large proportion of the quest.

You must have noticed the sudden change in the weather, housewives wearing skirts with white blouses and thick fluffy fabrics on the streets of the village and cow chaser boys with dogs running for a small run.

If farmers of all ages and circumstances show up, they are struggling to clean up their farm tools early or put sheep in their huts.

As expected by the Siloes, the large house in the centre was a common warehouse and a public building. It is good in pioneering villages like this.

"Hello!

A direct line that cuts the lead and enters a larger wooden architecture speaks to the refreshing smell of dry grass indoors.

"Yes, sir. You're a traveler."

The old man who showed up was a non-player character who named the village caregiver. He's an old man who looks about sixty years old with short pruned gray hair and strong degree glasses. There are only caregivers of pioneering people living in the wilderness, not suitable for their age, and their spines are still firmly stretched and looking robust.

He offered to lend me a cheap, overnight roof when he heard about the siloes with a firm, physical waist.

The siloes thank you and enter the warehouse.

That seems to be a place to store pasture for the winter, and the excess straw was still piled up like a mountain. By then, the rain clouds had completely covered the area. Not cold but the early summer rain is strong, beating the village like a large grain of lead balls.

As Shiloe looked back through the village street from the door and looked at the dark sky, she heard a bright voice coming from the room behind her.

"That's good. I love a pile of straw."

Direct succession raises the voice of joy.

Sleeping bags, tents and other performances are pretty good in this other world that inherited the convenience of the game world. However, although it is somewhat comfortable to sleep in, the sleeping bag is an intriguing sleeping bag. Sleep overnight on the ground and you'll be deprived of your temperature, and your muscles tend to become less common.

By comparison, it is equal to the comfort of a bed in an inn, such as being able to sleep in a pile of straw.

"That's right. This looks like a cozy place."

Akatsuki nods as he examines inside the large warehouse and checks the position of the windows and back doors. Wooden building, but lacquered clay on the walls, no sudden breeze. The room is crisp, dry and smells clean.

Now that it's raining heavily just trying to drill a hole in the roof, you'll be able to cloud that you're quite lucky to have reached this pioneering village.

"Is there somewhere I can light a fire?"

"Mrs. Nyan. There was a" kamado "over there."

Serara snaps at Nantha, who starts worrying about dinner quickly. Just saying I left you to it, the direct heirs and Akatsuki began to crumble the straw mountain for two. Probably going to make a bunk for five.

"Hey, what's wrong with the bunk? It's for hamsters."

"Shut up, idiot. Direct line. Build a bunk at that end over there."

An earlier old man talks to Siroe, who is grinning bitterly as he hears the voices of the two men.

"Are the travelers from the city of Tsukuba? Are you adventurers?

"Yeah, yes. It's Adventurer. I'm on my way to the city of Akiba."

Siloe answers the senile man who feels good.

"Adventurer" is the term used when a non-player character refers to a player.

"What do you say?

"Thank you for this...... Oh, this is delicious!

Shiloe hands it to the old man by pouring the sweet tea specially made by Nyantai removed from the bag into a cup of brisket. Pouring himself into the lid of the water bottle, he laid his back on the wood grinding table that was nearby.

As the old man drags a chair made of round-tailed craftsmanship, he sets a place near the siloe and lowers his hips.

"Whoa?"

An old man who rounds his eyes.

"What do you say? Don't you have a hard time?

You taste it for the first time, and Siloe smiles at the old man drinking that sweet, bitter tea as surprised. The old man broke up with me that this was great.

"What the hell. You're making it very carefully."

"This belongs to my master. Naturally."

"Hmm. Really? Making a human-sized bunk would be tough, wouldn't it?

"Don't be silly. Sketchy Humans"

Still, Akatsuki and direct line up to get the bedroom ready while continuing the skirmish. Siroe and the old man slowly drink tea to the BGM with a voice that is close to that skirmish. The streets outside the hives are starting to get muddy, but seeing where the old man hasn't moved, it seems this degree of rainfall isn't so uncommon.

"You're a good fellow."

"Right. I'm embarrassed."

"No, no, that's how hectic it takes to live a journey. If you're adventurers, you deserve it."

One of the most affected events among players after the Catastrophe is said to be a non-player character

NPC in "Elder Tail" as a game was not as personable as any other game. It's much more high-performance as a character than a poorly made home RPG, and he answered it if it were a simple question, but it was also a level that reacted to predetermined keywords, and it was only an automated doll for programming.

But in the other world after the Catastrophe, the non-player character seems almost complete human. Maybe the members of Brigantia didn't think so, but at least they did for Siloe.

They think, breathe, eat, and live.

This is how we can have tea together, and we can discuss all sorts of things. Each and every one has a name and a memory. Of course, I don't think that such a hypothesis would be of any use, even though the possibility that they, in the moment of the "catastrophe", even kept their memories together, that is, that the child was as a child and the old man was "instantaneously created" as an old man, could be denied with it.

Shiloe and his direct successor, Akatsuki, have not stayed in the city of Akiba for long periods of time since the Catastrophe. Because it weighed heavily on collaborative training in the suburbs. And the city of Akiba, to tell the truth, has relatively few non-player characters as a city of the same size.

As a result, Shiloe has never had the opportunity to be more intimate with a non-player character. But when I talk like this, I couldn't help but think that this is the character of the game, and the more I talk, the more I can only feel like the same person.

"We don't travel much."

The old man narrows his eyes like a favorite and says that while looking at Akatsuki.

The term "earthlings" is not used to describe races such as humans, elves, dwarves, etc. It is the language that non-player characters call themselves, as in "Adventurer".

These names date from the time when (Elder Tail) was in operation as a game, but there were no players in that time who used to call it (the Earthlings) or anything like that. We are players ourselves. The characters in the mechanical scheme are non-player characters. That was all that was done.

But not now.

"Are you the Earthlings?"

"Yeah, this village is a good place, and I don't have much trouble with it"

When they call their players "adventurers," there's a great deal of fear there. To them, a player is a being with a different culture from ourselves and with fundamental differences in abilities.

"Adventurers" grow more and more by repeating battles, gaining dozens to hundreds of times more combat power than in their early stages. Afterwards, fatal injuries will not be completely extinguished, and you will have an infinite soul to return to the Great Temple and revive, and a victory that will not even fight monsters with the dreaded threats of giants, undead and dragons that will remain in various parts of the world.

They refer to such transcendental beings as' adventurers'.

The "earthlings" do not possess such combat abilities, and if their bodies are injured, they fall, and if they die, they cannot be resurrected. Those are the words that give "normal people in this world".

Of course, some non-player characters are given the same ability, sometimes enough, to outperform the player due to the specifications of the game. Such beings are called "ancient species" by the "earthlings" as creatures that are different from both themselves and the "adventurers".

The "earthlings" are the weakest according to the way they distinguish themselves.

Without having to look at the Brigantia case, if the Adventurer cares about it, he will be unilaterally deprived of his life and property.

In the wake of the demographic explosion since the Catastrophe, the Grounders seem to have increased their numbers by a factor of five to ten, but if you look at them in terms of combat capability, they still have an opening.

But as far as Siloe can tell, they don't seem to have any grudges or grief about it. That's natural for them, and I guess it's because this very world that they were born and raised in has been around since the beginning as "that kind of world".

(Due to the name "The Earthlings", that's already the case... I'm living with the ground. Something feels invincible...)

I feel smudged and so when I talk to the old man about less words and more like that. How many "earthlings" are there in this world? Such villages are probably a hundred crap even in this "arb highlands" alone.

Come to think of it, I don't know much about the Earthlings. I don't even know what the "earthlings" usually eat and do... That's something really...)

Siloe tried to ask the old man so he could be rushed by a sense of unspoken crisis. A flamboyant voice is called from behind that siloe.

"Siloe chi. I have some good news!

Nyantai approaches with a light foothold. From the smile of Serara, who was playing beside her so that she could get laid, she already knew what was in the good news.

"What's wrong?

"I went around the neighborhood a few times. When we talked, he sold me food."

"It's amazing! Milk, right? Cheese, right? There's sausage, there's bacon, and eggs! There are eggs, too! I buy sugar from Suskino, so you can make cookies!

"I got cabbage and potatoes too."

The two show off their loot with a handy face. With all that ingredient, we didn't have to hunt to get to the city of Akiba to afford it.

"Is that good?

Once Siloe asked the old man, he nodded of course.

"The weather has been nice this spring and the livestock has grown. The people of the village will also be thankful to get some gold coins.... oh yeah. Sherry, there's liquor, isn't there? Why don't you buy one of those if you don't mind?

Old man to add as I came up with. He must also be happy if he gets "some gold coins" again.

"Pleasure."

Siloe walked out about the old man of the "earthlings" guiding her.