Chapter 18 – Ruins Guard Request (6)
“Mr. Nord, don’t you like your weapon?”
Francesca asked. Because it was about weapons, it was quite an active attitude. He was like a person with dwarven blood.
“It’s not something grand enough to say I don’t like it. Looking back, I think it’s just because I’m still lacking in skills.”
Wasn’t that the case with the Mohican Reds who lived somewhere? If you become a master, the type of weapon doesn’t matter.
I’m sure my moaning over the sword’s flaws is something I can overcome someday.
But I don’t think it’s bad to worry about what kind of weapon suits me more. It was a virtue of a gameduck to stick around until you find a deck or character that you can’t afford.
“There are very few adventurers who have excellent skills since the iron class, right? Everyone falls short at first.”
“Yes. So I’m in the middle of looking for a weapon that fits my hand. If there’s a minor problem, it’s that I don’t have the money to buy multiple weapons.”
If you have money saved up, you have it. I just hate to waste it.
If you run out of money in savings, you have to live by relying only on the bachelor’s salary that comes in every month. Then, on the day when the degree is cut off and the salary disappears, it is the life start of an ephemera adventurer.
“Well, what can I do? Poor adventurers like us should just live by using whatever weapons we have. Then, before you know it, you will get used to that weapon.”
Est said in a way that he was worried about my words.
“Is that so? Maybe so.”
I may be more concerned because I have a choice. Because there is no perfect weapon in the world. In the end, the good or bad of a weapon depended on the time, place, and individual skills.
“By the way, that magic lasts quite a while, doesn’t it? Didn’t you use it more than before?”
Francesca cast an envious glance at my mana fur. The mana coating doesn’t even look like fur, so it shouldn’t look warm at all on the outside, so what’s the point of envy?
“It doesn’t move, so it looks like it was consumed less. Or rather, this magic is certainly warm, but does it appear that way?”
“A dwarf can roughly guess the temperature by taking an eye test.”
“With your eyes? Incredible.”
Do dwarves have a pit engine attached? If you look closely, it was a great race. He could endure long periods of suffocation, his body was strong and strong, and even his eyes were post Sharingan.
It’s like a fucking dog breed. Or is it that only humans are idiots according to fantasy rule? It was good that he changed his job to Earth Warrior Wearbear.
“Ah… The sun has set.”
Francesca muttered. We followed her and looked up through the hole in her ceiling. The red sunset disappeared and the cave of the ruins was covered with darkness.
The light from the leather lantern was the only comfort.
***
After a long, cold night, the morning dawned.
“Tweet! (Sex!)”
“Tweet! (Sex!)”
“Fuck.”
Today, I woke up listening to the fucking screams of the flying sex birds.
The aftermath of the vigil remained on my body, and my eyes were heavy. Because I didn’t have a watch, I couldn’t accurately time my sleep, so I was more tired.
“Should I buy a watch or something?”
It’s probably not worth mentioning about the vigil last night with Paragon.
I would recommend enlisting to those who are curious about what it is like to stand side by side with boys. If you go to the army, you can stand behind, so go and do 2 years of private service.
“Ugh, it’s cold, so I’m going to search.”
Southern Est, who had been vigilant until just before, said.
I couldn’t light the bonfire, so last night felt like training in the cold weather with almost no hot packs. I also woke up because Beast Return turned off in the middle.
“But the rain has stopped.”
Said Francesca. Raindrops were still falling from the ceiling of the cave, but bright sunlight shone from the sky.
I was impressed by the ruins under the hole that had been soaked with rainwater all night.
“The ruins have been ruined. I’m going to get scolded by the guild people.”
“I’m going to eat some swear words. Is bad weather a problem that can be solved by low-level adventurers like us?”
“You are the priest of the god of abundance. Isn’t manipulating the weather the specialty of the sky god and fertility god?”
“That’s what I was talking about when I offered a rain offering to the gods.”
Paragon said. Wizards can reproduce weather phenomena locally, but the magic that removes the dark clouds in the sky is on the level of mithril for an adventurer.
If he had the skills to use such magic, he would have burned the firewood first.
“Now that the rain has stopped, let’s go get some firewood.”
Then Francesca folded her blanket and put it in her bag. For a moment I thought I hadn’t heard well.
“Firewood? I can’t use it because it’s wet anyway.”
“Nope. Wood doesn’t get wet to the core unless it’s been soaked for a very long time. If you just peel the outside with a knife or an ax, it will catch fire.”
Francesca said as she pulled her grooming knife out of her bag. Esther opened her mouth wide.
“Wait a minute. If that’s the case, why didn’t you smoke yesterday?”
“Because it rained. When it rains, the visibility is bad, so it’s not easy to find firewood. I could have gone out clumsily and come back wet and empty-handed.”
“Ah—Gukuna.”
Est who is convinced. Recalling the cold of last night, I also understood. Do you even get wet from the cold? I went crazy with hypothermia.
“Francesca has a plan. After all, the party leader.”
“Lol. Oh, so that’s the point. Can someone come with me to get some firewood? One person is enough.”
Francesca scanned the group with her eyes. So I brushed my knees and got up.
“If that is the case, I will go. I’m still sleepy, so I’m going to wake up and come back.”
There was nothing to do here, so it would be a good time to pass the time. Even Professor Brahmaton’s exercise, which he did every morning, could not be done during the request.
“Yeah. Then please take care of me.”
Francesca bowed her head and walked out in front of her.
Sting.
Pierce-.
As she went outside, she heard the sounds of her forest bugs. Are those chicks having sex since the morning like birds do? Suddenly feeling bad, I tore off the katydhi at my feet.
“Yes… ! Pooh!”
Francesca, who came next to me, stretched her. Her large breasts moved edgyly like a basketball.
“Ah, the direction where I dumped the goblin corpse is over there. We look for firewood in the opposite direction.”
“Yes. What kind of firewood can I find?”
When he was at Carmine College, he had no opportunity to help prepare firewood. It was because the adventurers who paid for it had come and bought firewood. Then I was busy helping out with other chores.
Francesca said, resting her chin on his chest with her hand.
“Uh-. Also, the bigger the firewood, the better. It’s so big that you can split it even if it doesn’t catch fire.”
“All right. I need to find the largest firewood possible. I also have to shave off the wet parts on the outside.”
“Yeah. Let’s do our best together.”
It was Francesca who said that and smiled hee hee. This dwarf had a good laugh for a person from another world.
“How about breaking a tree branch with a thick one like that? If you lend me a hammer, I might try it.”
I walked around and pointed to a living tree.
Turn on Beast Return, go upstairs, and tap it a few times to get it right. Even if Jammin only made size goblins, he made them go/blins.
But Francesca shook her head.
“Live trees do not catch fire. Because it contains the water absorbed by the roots.”
“Oh. It was.”
When you peel the bark off, the green flesh is usually full of moisture. The sap also flows in the living tree. It will be difficult to catch fire.
Firewood that has fallen into a puddle is also a pass. It must have sucked up a lot of moisture in the puddle all night and became soggy like the cuckudas that I forgot to take out.
‘I have to search the bottom after all.’
I don’t like rummaging through the damp fallen leaves with my hands. A compromise was reached and she stirred with her toes.
Snug.
After that, a dirt floor appears. Let’s poke around like this.
But what if you get bitten by a snake? If you ask me to use the antidote magic for that bastard Paragon, what would it be? I think this is going to suck.
Should I carry a night shovel as well as a lantern? Fuck. If my weapon had been as sturdy and easy-to-use as a kukuri knife, I would have used it to stir the floor.
“Young car.”
While I was doing this, Francesca stuck something into the floor. It was a trap with a simple structure. It’s so big that even a kobold can’t catch it. Still, she seemed capable of catching a rabbit or any small animal.
I asked, surprised by her skill at making it in a flash while doing something else for a while.
“No, did you even make a trap in that moment?”
“I made it because I saw good ingredients and location.”
Now I can’t tell if that person is a half dwarf or half elf. No, what kind of dwarves work so well in the forest? Do all thieves have that level of basics?
“It would be nice if something was caught while I was looking for firewood.”
Said Francesca, shaking her hands. I affirmed her words, not hiding her admiration.
“I’m sure he’ll be caught by the time the campfire is finished.”
“Yeah. Wet firewood produces a lot of smoke, but simple grilling on skewers should be possible.”
The feeling that breakfast will be plentiful. I was going to have breakfast with boiled water and dry food, but it was a hopeful prospect.
Sabaksabak.
We picked up and packed firewood and walked. Compared to me, who foolishly came out with only a weapon, Francesca brought a blanket that she had folded earlier. We put firewood in it and moved it.
Jim was lifted by Francesca. I even thought about listening to him like a macho, but considering that I would fight in case something happened, it was better for me to be bare-handed.
“Uh?”
“Why is that?”
As they moved, Francesca tilted her head.
“Nope. Something long… It looks different from a normal forest.”
“Different? Like a dungeon or maze?”
Did he come out to pick up firewood, but this time he fell into the enchanted forest? How far will my life go? Even if she had remained at Carmine University, she would have been overworked while working as a slave.
“It doesn’t feel magical like a dungeon… Look over there.”
Francesca, with firewood in her arms, pointed to a part of the forest.
“The bushes are being dug up and crushed. Those seem to be the traces of a creature different from the wild beast…”
We went near the bush. And openly, I noticed the remaining footprints at once. No, damn it, there’s only one tiny footprint you walk barefoot on.
“Could this be a goblin again?”
“Perhaps.”
As a dog thing, our opinions narrowed down to one. To the conclusion that even though it rained all night, the goblin footprints remained under the bushes.
“What kind of goblins are wandering around so much… Oh damn Dungeon!”
Dorca said before coming here. In addition to the ruins, it was said that two dungeons were discovered nearby.
One of them was a goblin lair, and Dorca said:
—Anyway, the ruins are not special, but the dungeon is more dangerous. They both have a lot of monsters and one of them even wants to come out.
“Dungeon… What? Oh, you mean the goblin lair that the other guild found?”
“You heard the news. You’re right. I heard that in one of the dungeons discovered, the monster inside comes out. I guess that was the goblin thing.”
Cockroaches in kitchen cupboards, and goblins in caves. It is a standard layout of pest habitats in this world.
“The goblins that appeared yesterday…”
I was about to say that the goblins I had captured then said ‘nest’, but I hastily corrected it.
“They were a group of stragglers who escaped from that dungeon.”
“Ah…”
Damn it. What kind of back-processing do you do? If this was Cesco, I made a fucking claim and went to the head office. The den was robbed, but the pests inside got out and moved to another place.
My heart felt heavy when I thought of the grievances of the herbalists and woodcutter who visited this forest yesterday and today. Due to the untimely runaway Jammin outbreak, only ordinary people would lose their lives like taking money for New Year’s Eve.
It was purely by luck that our party never encountered a monster on the way to the ruins.
No, after all, the deserted goblins appeared shortly after entering the cave, so it’s hard to say that they were lucky.
“Miss Francesca. Let’s go back to the ruins. I’m going to get firewood and I’m going to get ambushed by the goblins.”
“Yeah.”
At my suggestion, Francesca slumped with a pity on her face.
“I can’t light a bonfire. Unlike the wild beasts, the goblins will come to the cave after seeing the smoke.”
“Oh dear. Will that happen?”
These frozen jammins. Because of them, my morning became lukewarm water and hard bread. We couldn’t even throw away the firewood we had worked hard to gather and returned to the cave where the ruins were.
But damn, even a tiger will come when I say it.
“What?”
‘Fuck.’
On the way back to the cave, we ran into goblins.
