The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 113 Trap Making

I tied a thin hemp string to the trunk of a tree.

"I don't know about this."

When I let go of my hand, the string I was playing slipped sullenly and pinned.

This is a point about five metres back from the entrance to the village on the road that came yesterday.

The string stretches across the road to the other side.

And he's caught in a hook screwed by a raw tree, bent up, hooked by an even thicker branch of a tree, and headed down.

And the end point was bracketed with larger stones.

For the last finish, sharpen the string with a knife to the point where tension does not cut it a thousand times.

If someone kicks this string vigorously, the thin string that supports the stone in the critical will cut a thousand and the stone will fall.

Under the stone, there is a large barrel for washing.

In the bucket were many yakans and smaller pots that I had collected from each house.

It has been verified that if you drop a rock from this height, there will be a shitty sound, and the sound will reach the village chief's house.

In other words, it was a kind of alarm device.

"Sounds good!

I can hear Carol out loud.

Over there, they're hanging stones properly.

Grab the cane again, move a little, and go further back down the road.

I just chose cotton that would be the cobblestone and camouflage color of the road, blending into the landscape and not in the distance.

It will be all the more so from the horses.

"Isn't that nice?

And, says Carol, who has done the same.

"Well, that's it"

Well, if the wildlife hits me, I'm gonna retighten it.

It's not as low as it takes a rabbit, but if it passes like a chica, it catches on.

I can't help that.

"Hmm, you mean a paragraph for now..."

Carol in her work clothes, did she sweat or wiped her forehead with her sleeve.

As the sun rose, it was unusual cheerful for this period and the temperature was rising.

Nevertheless, what a strange feeling Carol is wearing the kind of yore yore clothes that farmers wear to farming.

"Is this all you need?

"Oh. I already tensioned the rope... for now, this will do"

Now I'm not going to make any hands-on traps.

Carol's crutches, too, I just made them.

And then I'm wondering if I'll even lay a bunch of straw as a cushion where I got off the rope, but I wouldn't have had it sticky. Nothing's wrong, and I wouldn't mind later.

"Well, can I take a bath?"

"... Huh! Yes, you are!

What a joyous sound to Carol's voice I said.

They can't contain the joy.

"... n, let's do that"

I was ashamed that I lightly shrugged, for some reason I coughed it up small, and then Carol mouthed the same line again.

"Ha, ha... here you go"

I wonder why this well is so deep.

How far away is the land of water and gas?

Releasing the string, the empty fishing bottle barrel was pulled up on the rope, making a chattering noise and hitting the fitting.

The fishing bottle barrel on the well is in the shape of a barrel of the same weight tied with a rope of the appropriate length and hooked to a pulley on top of it.

If you let go of your hand in the middle of the rope, the weight will match, but the weight of the rope will skew when it is in a state like now, so if you let go of your hand, it will go up like this.

Needless to say, it is an installation that requires a lot of effort to draw up.

I remember making a manual water pump because it seemed like an idiot.

It's not a lot of work if it's about the amount of water you use to cook, but it's a lot of work when it comes to a full bath tub.

"Are you all right?

Carol says I'm here to pick up a bucket.

I placed an empty bucket in exchange for a bucket I had just added water to.

"I'm fine, but how much longer?

"Now...... I think maybe about half"

"Half..."

Wow, that feels like it.

Wow.

But I want to take a bath. I don't know.

"... wouldn't that be half as good?

"No... as long as you're off"

I want to dip it to my shoulder anyway.

"Shall I change it?

"I'm harder to walk. This way is fine."

"Right. But don't push it. If it gets tight, I'll do both."

"No..."

To the boulder, I don't think that's possible.

"Let's try to get some rest. I hope it burns by night."

Using a fire blowing cylinder, whoops breathing, the little flame that was scorching the dead leaves gained momentum, creating flames and burning into the dead twigs.

Put in cracked firewood in anticipation of stronger fire momentum.

After watching for a while, the fire burned in the firewood, and the momentum of the fire intensified in the cast-iron shaft.

That's it.

I stood up more than a cane, and in case the fire burned, it was hard, so I rolled the excess firewood away at the end of the cane and kept it away from the fire.

This amount of firewood is difficult to adjust, and more often the water boils back.

Hot water, which has exceeded ninety degrees, is quite out of hand in places where cold water cannot be easily added.

Opening the window and letting it cool takes a lot of time.

So it's easier to make less firewood and add more firewood if it's null than to cool hot water.

The water boiled for a while, so I went around the house and headed over to the kitchen.

Carol must be cooking a meal over there.

Looking at the clock, it's almost 5: 00 p.m.

A little early, but when it came to dinner, it was at dinner.

When he reached the front door, Carol still seemed to be cooking.

"Hey, are you moving on?

Speaking up,

"Yeah, I'm moving on... ahhh... are you pretty hungry?

And I said with a slightly troubled face.

"No... I'm still fine though"

When I looked at the pan, the pan was boiling.

I don't know what you're boiling with ash juice and bubbles, but from a slight residual smell, they're boiling meat with alcohol.

"It's going to take a little longer."

"Right. Anything I can do to help?

"No, I'm fine. All you have to do is simmer lightly, so you need to rest."

"Then let me sweeten you."

Me too, I'm tired of pulling a fishing bottle.

Nevertheless, it would be better to rest near the upstairs holding area anyway.

Anyway, the enemy won't be coming now either.

Reconnaissance actions, of course, are key to looking around well, so we can't help but do them at night.

It's pretty dumb coming at dusk like now, after an hour until the sun goes down.

But the sun hasn't completely fallen yet, so I couldn't even say it wouldn't cost me a hundred percent.

I took off my shoes and went up the front door and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. When I finished climbing, I headed to the study I was using as my room.

Myalo's bedroom and Carol's bedroom came in for a favor, but speaking of which, I haven't stepped into the study since I got back.

When I opened the door and went inside, it still stayed here, too, when I left.

When I look at the shelf where the horn was placed, I see a small souvenir figurine on a heavy stone and a piece of paper.

Looking at it for my hand, it had Gudanvier's crest on it.

If you didn't know it on the ground floor, how does it work to figure it out into boulders if you come here?

Looks like Myalo, he's working on it.

I put the paper down first, looked over at the room, and sat in the chair I always sat in.

It's a comfortable chair to sit in so that you can stay asleep.

I feel terribly at ease.

To the lid, as I always did, I looked into the window.

There was something strange.

Something black hangs by the window.

Ah.

Bear gall.

I had completely forgotten it existed.

I left it dry and came out.

The bear's gallbladder exposed to dry air was much different from when he left, and the water was completely out.

There is no shadow when the whole thing was a mess and it looked like a stingy leather water bottle.

It is shriveled enough to look different and has a color close to black.

I lowered it from the hardware on the window I was hanging, and when I touched it, it wasn't completely hard yet, it was a little soft.

I'm losing my fluidity, and it feels like a raven that's soft but doesn't break down.

Will it get harder than this?

However, with this appearance, even if the outer membrane is torn anymore, the contents will not overflow.

Probably not a problem eating...... should be.

Bear gallbladder is an effective medicine that improves your stomach and intestines and helps you digest.

So generally dissolved in water before eating and drinking, or swallowing cakera.

Now that I've made my long journey back from crude food, there won't be a better time to drink it.

I went down the stairs.

"Carol."

"Hmm?"

Carol, who was grinding the ash juice, turned around and closed her eyes to the bear gallbladder I was bracing down.

"Ah... it"

"Bear gall."

"I totally forgot"

He forgot Carol, too.

There was a lot going on.

"Me too. They say it's good for digestion if you drink it before meals. I brought it."

It softens the gastrointestinal burden, so if it's true, I guess I should have drunk it before yesterday's meal, but there won't be anything wrong with drinking it now as of late.

"Really? That's good."

When I heard that line, I felt like I was forgetting something important.

There must have been something I was so excited about, but I can't remember what it was, I feel like I can't boil it off.

Uh-huh.

"... hmm? Hey, what's up?

"No... I felt like I'd forgotten something, but I can't remember, okay?"

"Really? Well, let's eat fast."

"Is cooking better?

"I can already do it. Because all you have to do is depend on the plate."

"Right. Do you want to try it soon? Give me a knife and a slab."

And I kept the knife, put a black chunk on the slab, cut some of it out and made two slices.

Again, there's no way the drool and contents are flowing through the incision.

The rest of the bear gallbladder was wrapped in a dry cloth towel and the slices were placed on a small plate.

Don't forget to prepare some water for swallowing.

"Is this what it is? I was wondering if I could just hang on to it."

"No, no, why not?"

What's the idea?

Oh, my God. Nasty.

If I did that, my mouth would become palpable.

It's like a piece of bitter taste, so it's not even chewy.

What a punitive game.

"I think the way you eat is more bad for you."

"Really? Well, let's do as I say."

"Well, have a drink."

And I quickly put a slice of bear gallbladder about a centimeter long in my mouth in front of the slab.

Immediately put a glass of water in your mouth and sip it down with you.

Still, the bitterness that seemed to pull me back stung my tongue.

Still bitter.

"- Hit."

And I heard something hard to describe from next door.

If you liken it, it's like a muttering little bird interrupter.

Looking at you, Carol had a look she'd never seen before.

The look of your hair turning upside down, I mean.

The moment I saw it, I remembered an unspeakable sense of fulfilment and instantly remembered it.

Yes, it was. I was fooling around.

Sure, I think I managed to teach her something that tasted sweet like a treat.

Shit.

I totally forgot.

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!!!

When I saw Carol, who had begun to suppress her mouth with a desperate face, I bludgeoned the urge to laugh with seizures.

"Gu... are you okay,? If you can't, you better spit it out... OK, let's go."

"Mm-hmm."

Carol is shaking her head in tears, keeping her mouth down.

It looks like someone who sees it would be terribly excited.

I drank it immediately, but I guess I tasted it and rolled it with my tongue.

It would suck if you were chewing on your back teeth.

"Here, here."

And I handed Carol a glass that I just used that still contained half a water.

Carol was selflessly obsessed and took the cup, and when she swept the water into her mouth, she sputtered becausether.

When I put the rest of the water in my mouth again in large quantities, I rinsed it through my mouth, still spitting it out.

"What is this!!!

I screamed as I wiped my mouth and threw it away.

Haha and breathing on my shoulders, in the shape of hatred, I stared at the bear gallbladder I had wrapped in a cloth towel earlier.

Apparently, he hasn't been able to sort things out, and so far, hate isn't me, he's been hit by bitter-smelling food.

"I drank it... was it poison?

And I told him to talk to me about something, worried about it.

"...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Huh.

Easy, easy.

It's not as funny as I said. That's not enough to laugh at.

"But this... wasn't it rotten? Better throw up now..."

"Ah.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... what?

I shake my neck with a frightened face.

"I said it was sweet before, but that was a lie"

When I said that, Carol's face got really rough.

"What? Again, please."

"I was lying about something bitter being sweet. I'm sorry."

"I thought my heart would stop?

"I've forgotten before now. Now I remember."

"What do you mean? I can't believe I fooled you."

"I wasn't fooling you... I wasn't lying about the pills... I just forgot I was fooling you"

"You're lying."

Yabe, I'm pretty angry.