Wolf Barrel 5.56

A few hours have passed since I left the town of Salla.

At the beginning of the departure, the mood was empty and everything in my eyes was hard to see in my enemies.

Against the carriage walking behind (could it be Koitsu, the chase unleashed by the criminal organization!?) and alert or when you find an unnaturally soiled place "IED (Improvised Explosive Device)!?," or the moment something glows in the distance (sniping!?) and I thought I was about to lay my head down............... well, it was like a so-called middle-and-disease patient.

But over time, my shoulders lose strength.

Now he settled down enough to enjoy the surrounding views.

"Ah, Bonanza, take a look. It's full of yellow flowers."

"Kugul."

"Beautiful."

"Lulu."

Bonanza seems to enjoy walking with me anyway, and the pace was already light. Clarify your ears and you'll hear puffy, puffy and cheerful snorts. Love. No.

Of course I'm not alarmed.

I'm letting the engine in my brain idle so I can shoot the first shot of M4A1 within ten seconds if I have to. Make some of your nerves nervous and the rest relax. It's as if I'm keeping the trigger somewhat squeezed, close to what I felt then.

"Hmm."

Stretch the spine that was cat-backed.

The air entering through my nose was as fresh as spring water and delicious anyway.

What we have now is a single street running down the middle of a perfectly flat ground.

The meadow continues everywhere, painting the world into two colors: blue in the sky and green in the grass.

There was snow in the mountains that looked far beyond, and he wore a white hat.

In the distance, a chunk of red brown hair is moving. About the size of an elephant. That's a kind of herbivore called "Red Buffalo". If you don't eat meat, it's a belligerent nature, so it's fortunate not to stimulate it. Outside Sara, they say there are some supergiant creatures. I'm excited to think about how I'm going to end that big prey.

I look herbivorous too, but the contents are so fierce.

When I looked nearby, a white-walled house with limestone painted on the straw roof was gathered to lean against about five. A chimney stretching from the roof is raising the spider and the smoke, and the fragrant scent of baking bread in the fireplace is carried in the wind.

The sheep are peed on a simple fence, complaining about bei-bye.

What a pastoral view.

As we go down the street, we occasionally see these settlements.

You live in a place with no city walls or anything like this, and it's dangerous? And I tend to wonder, but it's actually quite safe along the streets.

In a nutshell, there are many different kinds of streets, and the "Halvalech Street" that we are now passing through becomes a "national highway" that is managed directly by the state. It's one of the major arteries that supports this country. By the way, the streets managed by the local lords become 'regional roads'.

If this national highway is blocked, a rugged surveillance tower will be erected at the required locations and the security forces of the Cannibal National Army will be patrolling it.

That is.

Putting a little on this path means selling the quarrel directly to the Cannibal State, and therefore to Mr Claudia. That's not about poking a hive. It's like throwing firecrackers into a hellfire-mounted, armed helicopter AH-64 Apache hangar.

Claudia is doing her best to prevent five crimes in the show of one.

So I will never forgive you.

The horror is that criminal organizations originally permeate nature. The red buffalo as much as just now was also a frightening and huge detour to the national highway as if it were even a serpent to see it.... Mr. Claudia. Seriously, oops.

Therefore, earlier settlements received a safety spill just off the national highway.

Not everyone, of course, and you have to pay a lot of taxes to live there.

It seems a lot harder to settle in this world.

And our job is safe because we use this national highway. Even so, not all national highways are supposed to bypass local highways in order to reduce expenses. Only in the meantime, maybe, just a little bit dangerous.

While I was doing that, I plugged into my first branch today.

It's also my job to tell the follow-on vehicle about it. I was lowering it to the saddle, and when I took a "radio" with a big design like a big old cell phone, I switched on the call.

"We will reach the grim point shortly. Turn left."

Copy that.

From the reception port, a noise-interleaved Roger responds.

There is also a radio in this world. It seems that it has been circulated recently. Poor performance, only one channel, and real-world toy level. At that point, it's so expensive. The guy I have now becomes a rental item. [M] If it falls, it could be another fine hell, so I use nerves to handle it. I think this would be enough for a megaphone with a round of newspapers......

By the way, I have another radio on hand.

This one is palm-sized and has a smartphone-like shape.

It's a dedicated channel for Lucca.

Before I left, I said I didn't need it, but Mr. Lucca brought it to me.

I have no choice, shall I report it to Mr Lucca for once?

"Uh, Mr. Lucca"

What?

A high quality voice flows out of the receiving mouth.

"Turn left soon"

You don't have to tell me.

At the next moment, there was a sound of the call hanging up putzingly.

For a few seconds I stared at the silent radio with my emotionally missing eyes.

Eventually,

".................. Huh!!

I stopped my right hand, which I tried to throw down reflexively, with my left hand grasping at me gaggedly.

If so.

Why did you let me have it!

Hey.

……

Hey.

"What su?

< I'm dying of too much free time. Talk to me. >

……

< Are you asking me something?

……

I'm not ignoring you.

"The telephone number I called doesn't take because it is in a place where the waves are unreachable or it is not powered on. Please confirm the number and call back."

Huh? What are you talking about?

Putung.

From there we moved for about another hour and finally reached the first resting point.

Peljam rest stop.

This is a facility for street users, with large spaces, besides shops and restaurants, blacksmiths that can repair carriages and martial arts, and even medical facilities and dormitories.

It's like a parking area on the street.

Once dissolved here, they are free to rest on their own.

It helps, not a bee's group behavior like when you're on a school trip.

"Phew."

Moisten your throat with water from the water bottle as you take off the cap and fan your face as you immerse yourself in openness.

Those threesomes were just starting their meals in the food court that's outdoors.

Marco inspects the carriage.

Mr. Lucca is - taking a shower with one hand in the bath set.

It hasn't been half a day yet. Shizuka. Besides, he said, "If you eat dinner first, you won't know! Wait right there! Leave me alone." It's a rush.

However, I decided to stroll around the area with a blah blah.

Mr Roger had asked one of the guards in detail if there was any danger ahead.

This Peljam rest stop is not just a place to relax, but also a place where people can share information such as falling stones and collapsing bridges.

And there's a more important role.

Demons.

The most prominent part of the square.

There is a large bulletin board, with nearby maps and lots of sticky notes. That piece of paper rewards the location of the most dangerous demon. Do you want to read it for an arm test? Uh, what?

"Scary...... way...... a lot...... scary...... dongle?

No, there are too many words I can't read, and I have a creepy Indian tone.

Then I have no idea what I'm afraid of. And then why dongle?

In the future, I reiterated that it was still urgent to master the letters because it would be difficult to decipher the necessary information from the bulletin board.

In addition to the letters on the sticky note, there are flickering ones with numbers on them.

That's the "Request Registration Number".

There is an Adventurer Guild outpost in this lounge, and if you submit this number, you will receive requests for crusades, sweeps, and more.

I tend to think that everything goes out of its way here, but it has some unexpected benefits.

Basically, the request is decided by the early winner. And the request issued by this rest stop will be revoked and taken over to the guild in each jurisdiction once it has been posted for half to several days. I mean, if you come here, you have a chance to win an oily request before anyone else does. Especially the guy with the emergency eye. Even with the same content, the rewards are multiplied by that amount.

One day when we're on our own, we'll make sure to check both the town and the rest stop.

First of all, you have to learn to write - before dinner!

I'm already hungry!

My stomach and back are stuck and I'm going to be flying in the wind!

Earlier, the smell of all kinds of food didn't irritate my stomach. I approached the shopkeeper with a flutter like a moth drawn to a street lamp.

Various food stalls line up like edges. The sight jumping into my eyes was so fascinating that my stomach acid seemed to dissolve my body too much.

A few chunks of a certain beef about a fist, stabbed in a thick iron skewer, grilled in charcoal, glowing with gravy and fat. There, some stores sell it with plenty of BBQ sauce, while others break a freshly baked bucket about a metre in two, topped with spicy seasoned chickpeas even this, and then put on more diced cheese, where the cheese melts, selling the polar wiener with a luxurious pinch.

Some stores have piles of meat pasta in large vessels like flipped helmets and this is also topped with giant meatballs.

Wow, there's even a whole grill of pigs! Nice!!

I can tell every store, but it's not half volume anyway.

I guess it's a lineup considering the amount of exercise people use here.

It's just fun to watch.

Guess it's more fun to eat.

Come back soon, Shizuka.

After looking around a lot, I discovered a store selling specialties. Carrots, turnips, etc. are arranged in piles on the tree table. The vegetables you can pick in this world are similar to those in the real world, and they taste pretty much the same. Heh, there seems to be a good selection of root vegetables around here.

(Oh, yeah)

I laughed nicely at the idea in my head.

I came up with something good.

"Hey, Bonanza"

"... cuckoo!?

Bonanza, who was lonely and scratching the dirt with her rear toenails, brightened her expression with a paaaa the moment she noticed me. Oh, and a lying reaction, super cute. Lovingly enough to be an octopus.

Bonanza is classified as a "special horseman" in this world.

So the connecting field also separates from the horse. However, there is no space in this Peljam resting area for special horseback riding beasts, so I had to connect it to a tree that was so far away from the resting area.

"Were you grown up?

I snort.

"Oh well. Let's reward Bonanza."

"Lulu?"

"What is this?

I approached Bonanza with my neck lifted, the hemp bag I had in my hand.

Cum and smell and the moment you realize the contents are carrots "cum!" His eyes sparkled and he shook his tail.

Bonanza is an omnivore, but prefers vegetables and fruits to meat.

I especially love sweet, toothy carrots and apples. That's the girl.

When I took one out of the bag and approached Bonanza, I gabbed about half of it.

It makes a crisp, petty sound and rents it. Even if I couldn't speak the words, I could tell from my diluted eyes that I was happy to taste good. Eventually Bonanza, tiny and throaty with cocoons, wondered if he would eat the rest, too.

"Kugul."

He pushed my hand back with the carrot on his nose.

"What!? You don't want it anymore?

When I ask in surprise, I shake my head differently.

What's this all about? I thought about it and immediately came to my mind. Oh, you know what?

"Well, sweeten to your words, and I will go up with you"

I grinned and stuck to half the carrots.

And I opened my eyes wide.

What's with all this mess? It's delicious!

The more you chew, the more intense sweetness spreads all over your mouth like a minced and simmered one. Even though I eat every skin, I don't care at all. I can eat this without mayo. When I realized it, I quickly finished my meal.

"This is delicious, Bonanza."

"Culululu!"

I tried to hammer another bottle, it was then.

The radio dedicated to Mr. Lucca, which was in the empty porch of the tactical vest, emitted a call. Chip, you don't have to ring......

"Yes hello?

It's not "Hello," silly. Where are you going now?

Ah, go.

I completely forgot about Mr. Lucca.

< What the hell!?

Shit, I put what I thought into my mouth.

I heard an outrage like an acoustic weapon coming out of my mouth, so I took my ear off in advance.

"So you're already going. And then you can eat it all."

"Cuggle......"

What, are you leaving already? I have a lonely eye that

I grinned and caressed my partner gently. [M]

"Because we're moving again soon. You don't look like that."

"Lulu."

I'll see you later.

Then, from the radio again, a grumpy voice arrived.

Hey, who were you talking to right now?

"Who's Bonanza?"

< Ah, again!?

"What is it again?

<... Ugh, come here now, you idiot!!

"Yes, sir."

Are you hungry or strangely angry?

Fixed the bag to Bonanza's easy-to-eat position, stroked it, and then I went back to my resting place.

Near the food court at the Peljam rest stop, one man was playing lute.

It's a bounce of flushes, falling through these resting places and town squares.

Only a few 500 luv coins on the hat placed in front of him.

Apparently, I wasn't feeling well today.

Then, right near him, a boy who was dining in a fight with a blonde girl and a bunny, aimed at the turn of the song and put a thousand luv coins in his hat.

"Thank you. You're lucky on your journey."

The boy showed him the words.

The man.

I turned a meaningful gaze away from favoring the boy's later appearance.

The boy never noticed the only thought.