Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"Thank you. Thanks to both of you, we had a much better meal! If I could see you in Malt, I'd do something for you!

That's what the young woman who got out of the carriage says.

The middle-aged man, the father next to him,

"I really took care of both my parents and my children. If you ask me, there were demons at night. This is minor..."

So, I try to give Lorraine and me some copper coins,

"... no, because that's what we did to protect ourselves. If you still want to do something, that's what you need to luxury me with when we meet again in Malt. We'll be back, won't we?

That's what Lorraine said.

I talked to a middle-aged man and a young woman quite a bit, but they both meant going back to my mother and the village where my grandparents lived.

So they basically make money out of malt and are returning to the village like this for an occasional holiday.

The mother says she takes care of her grandparents.

That's a common story.

"Are you sure that's all right? Normally, silver coins fly when you ask for a silver escort."

Silver or bronze is also such an easy name to understand.

In other words, it's an indication of how well paid you are.

They did that because it used to be one or two silver coins, but now it's more expensive.

Prices are changing.

The copper grade was a piece of copper coin or something. Of course, it's higher than this now.

Even so, it's expensive and it's one or two silver coins...

Copper Adventurer purses are always hard.

"So it's okay because I wasn't asked to escort you. It's not even good intentions. It was fun having someone to talk to, too. Again."

"... those are the unusual greedy adventurers of the moment. Okay. See you later."

That being said, the middle-aged man was waving and entering the village with his young daughter.

Then,

"Okay, we're leaving."

That's what your man says and the carriage runs out.

The journey is still on the third day.

It'll take another three or four days.

In the meantime, the passengers are just you and us, and then the old couple.

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"I've made a fool of myself by saying it in the country... but maybe it wasn't enough yet"

Lorraine put her face out of the carrier and said so.

I think I did say that.

Anyway, the surrounding scenery is already just mountains and woods.

Until around that parent and child got off, it was still a street with an atmosphere of people saying it wasn't close.

But now......

Mountains, mountains, mountains, forests, mountains.

The road is... even enough for the carriage to pass, but it still feels a little.

It's okay because your man's arm is good and the carriage itself is probably sturdy built, but I'm always scared to come around here.

If it breaks, we'll have to walk.

By the way, the old couple got off yesterday.

Lorraine and I drove each other over because the street was in a carriage parking position and their destination, the village, had to walk a little.

Fortunately, he also told me to wait until he returned.

If you can't get back by the end of the day, you can go wild, even tell me, like this, I think it's a good place on the country route.

Carriages heading west don't accommodate that.

It's normal to ride full capacity in a carriage, because you live like an urban person and tied to time.

Every time the arrival date shifts, there will be a huge number of complaints and people will tell me to pay back the boarding fare.

That's not how this route works first.

Relaxed or unmotivated, I was unwilling to make money for your people, and the passengers, well, it felt like it was okay.

"Well, if it wasn't for this country, I'd be home more often, too. I had no choice but to leave because I really had to take some time. Now I don't have to earn that much money, but until the next day, I have to work every day to make the bread of tomorrow suck."

A bronze adventurer is such a thing.

I don't have that much trouble with partying because it's efficient, but I can't.

Well, it may be that I liked the waste a little too much.

Unknown magic props are romantic.

"Then tell me, and I'll say that's how much you lent."

"Can you say that? I wanna be on par with you."

It is often said that a slice of gold is a slice of edge.

However, Lorraine would have lent it to me, to say the least.

Still didn't want to say much.

At least not while I can.

I might not have been able to pretend if I could have done anything about it, but I would have worked hard to die until I paid it back then.

It's precious to say we've been friends for years.

"I don't care if you're so stubborn... maybe that's you"

and nod as convinced.

Yes, this is me.

I live for what I want.

If you're going to throw that away, that's when I'm dead.

So even if I become the Undead, I still think I'm alive.

Because my will is still alive.

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Then would it have run for half a day?

"It's about time."

Your man shrugged so much that me and Lorraine put their faces out of the carrier.

Then I could see the road was slowly opening up.

There are Hathaler villagers around here, and that's why the road is somewhat well maintained.

The road that leads to the water source was around here.

I guess that's why.

It's a view I recognize, too.

"Do it or something."

That's what Lorraine says with a tired face.

The boulder's girlfriend would have had a tough waving carriage, too.

I would hardly have gotten so far in a rocking carriage because I grew up in the city, and I feel like I would.

"... you see me. It's a village in Hathhaler."

When I squealed like that, Lorraine saw the front of the carriage, too.

"... a wooden fence. What can I say... it's primitive."

"It doesn't look like it. It's just that the fence is stained with a drug solution made by Hathaler's pharmacist, Grandma. Works great to avoid demons. If anything happens to the demons there, the hunters' old men will take them down... Well, no problem."

I'd call adventurers to the boulders if something too powerful appeared, but goblins and slimes would hunt them out even better than I did before.

I don't have a problem living in the mountains.

"... I was asking, but it's still a slightly different village. Municipalities that solidify their defenses against demons in front of themselves are famous for their autonomous cities in various countries, but there are not so many small mountain villages like this that can do that. No, I just don't know, is that normal when it's this much of a village in the back of the mountain?

"I don't know. I used to think I was normal too... but now that I think about it again, I feel a little strange. The medicine of the pharmacist's grandmother is a little too effective, and the hunter's old men don't feel too strong."

"In addition to that, the mysterious temple where you gained protection... I told Hilde it was convenient, but I have trouble because it looks like a really interesting village. I'm looking forward to finding out now."

Lorraine says so in a good mood.

I don't mind, but I'm a normal village.

It doesn't even seem like there's anything besides a temple...

Can we think about it when we get there?

That's what we thought, we waited for the carriage to arrive in the village.