Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

My stay in the village was busier than I thought.

Because I'm not in a noble mansion, it's basically normal for someone to take care of or arrange for me on their own.

Noah and Kazzi, there was no more burden because there was a guide man, but the sun had already fallen when he had completed all the necessary tasks such as engraving, preparing tomorrow and resetting the route to the territorial capital.

And now at dinner.

Right in front of you, on a mahogany-colored wooden table is a line of meals that are more opulent than you might have imagined.

For soups made with mountain vegetables and eggs.

Baked pie wrapped with river fish.

Round roasted duck stuffed with herbs.

etc.

All the dishes that villagers will rarely see, like the ones that only show up for a celebratory seat.

It is brilliantly illuminated by "brilliant glass" suspended from the ceiling.

The skin of the roasted duck is candied, illuminated by the light from the ceiling, and the soup is aromatic, not to mention in the fish pie, standing up with a pungent hot air of smell.

For cream-colored fabrics that mimic the shape of fish, a fox-colored scorch.

The surface is overlaid with rounded lemons.

Boiled vegetables are accompanied by colour.

Even so.

"... Dae-pie"

Naturally your eyes will be rounded in pies the size of which is comparable to a few round-baked ducks. When huge enough dishes were brought out of the kiln outside to occupy a large part of the table, I wondered what it was.

I can feel the volume and indescribable simplicity that seems to appear in national animated films of the man's world as well.

"This fish is oscillomas, isn't it? They say they can be taken well in the western region."

But big. This is edible or problematic.

Four, including the man on the conductor. I don't know if I can eat one head.

As your grandmother laughed softly, "Ugh," complaining about the size of one pie,

"This isn't all eating mon, is it? You're gonna have to leave at least half of it, right?

"It's about preparing a luxurious meal when guests visit to feed the younger kids what's left. It would be a common lesson in every region."

"Oh, that's what this is all about"

I'm good at explaining both of them.

But even so, it's not hard to imagine these being exciting things. No matter how stable the food situation in this world is, serving a few duck roasts together with a pie wrapper would not be a great deal.

After all, the maintenance and repair of the engraving equipment seemed quite appreciated by the villagers.

And after that, every time I went outside, many thanked me.

For the first luxurious dinner in a long time, the squire pounds his tongue.

Especially the wrapped grill is excellent, delicious even if the cheese sandwiched between the dough and the white body wanders. The smell and aftertaste of the river fish is not persistent with the rounded lemon.

I can go ahead and eat while I hear the recipe from your grandmother.

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"No, Era, I'm sorry! Oh, this, this pie, please. Yeah? It's so delicious, my cheeks are going to fall off."

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Ahead of the three Arcs turning their indescribable gaze, Gills looks in a good mood and laughs. Next to a guide man who struggles badly with stretching cheese, he is now taking his hat and showing his short brown hair.

He keeps it with his dinner companion.

The village chief also said that Gills had accommodated a lot of supplies, and that his thanks were also an invitation.

Well, I hope not, but naturally even at the dining table, I remained overwhelmed by the strength of his ac.

"... Mr. Arcs. I know you should make more of a strange acquaintance."

"Hey Noah, hey, you just saw me chill for a second, didn't you? See?"

"Is that because of your mind? Or is Mr. Kazzi aware that you are strange?

"This..."

Kazzi pulls his mouth and turns his blame gaze on the beauty butler who creates a cool grin.

Their exchanges are already familiar. Despite their opposite personalities, these two are the ones who are communicating with each other somehow in this unmindful exchange. Nor would Noah say this unless he was the one who allowed him to, and Kazzi is shrugging his shoulders without the wind that he cared so much about in Kazzi.

Together, if you say the other "weird".

"Beautifully, it's tough on you."

"No, praise and joy."

"I say so. Wye seems to be easier to stick with that brother over there. Huh?"

"Please don't. I'm obviously trying not to hang out with a frigid guy. Kihihi."

That's what Kazzi gives back to Gills, who snuck by.

Again, even to Kazzi, I guess the Gills thing looks frigid.

It's a far more frigid smell than a man who was originally synonymous with frigidity. If you say you can't see the bottom, it sounds good, but if it passes, you'll be more alert.

Cassie even sneaks a slight vigilance behind her smile. Did you read the intent correctly from his attitude like that?

"Oh, wow, even if they fumble. Arcs is the only friend of Wye's."

This is the end of being made friends on your own.

"No, my best friend."

"Well, do you ask your best friend to do that? I was just telling you about the engraving deal."

"Listen..."

Is that how you connect?

"What no? Just think about it, okay?

"I don't care if they say so."

Again vague reply, but Gills still eats down.

"Absolutely no loss. I'm sure you'll want to make some money, huh? What, from this street?"

"Is that it?

"Oh no, it looks like a beautiful tattoo. That's what I see. None. Looking forward to further developments."

"Hmmm......"

Huh, roaring with ideas.

Gills doesn't compliment me either, but I can't really read the insights. I'd love to hear you say you're good, but to receive that praise on par, a merchant is a person in a position of slight concern.

But is it light to poke around here?

In the first place, I don't know this man very well - especially the merchant side.

Then you should ask.

"... how many sales channels do you have? I want to hear Gills' connections."

"Oh? Will you listen to me? Sapphire berg to the northern coalition. From Granchelle to the south, to the Hanai Islands."

"It's..."

It means it covers most of the chambers of commerce of a nation that has ties to the kingdom.

Naturally, that won't be all, but I'm pretty sure it's still done fairly extensively.

Noah spills his breath.

"That's amazing"

"National Cartoon Tour to Dada"

"But isn't that supposed to say" if you're right "?

"I don't know. Sure you are."

Even if they turn their suspicions, Gills is like a willow flushing through the wind.

But if this story is true, it is rather a loss if we are not involved.

Nothing, it's not just business. If you have a relationship with these people, you can buy everything from products to information.

... but still, traveling alone. Not even knowing if you're going to back off is good enough to make you step on two legs.

Did Gills perceive the inside of this one like that?

"This doesn't look very good to people..."

With that said, I'm going to take the merchandise out of my back sac, which I had prepared at my feet, as I would say a proof as a merchant.

A lump of resin that sparkles like a gem.

Red and black plant fruit that emits an iron odor.

Strange branches with colorful balls of fruit.

Noah and Kazzi, who saw them, roar.

"This... is all precious"

"Isn't this Tetsuko? Hmm..."

What Noah took over the handkerchief was a jewel-like piece of resin.

Meanwhile, what Kazzi sees is a fruit that becomes a precious plant that can only be taken deep in the Cross Mountains.

Ask the two of them, they're all so easy to see.

If it is a major store in Wang Du, it is said that some things cannot be purchased.

Noah whispers, and this one even adds, "That's real..."

Did getting inked make Gills feel better, or is he just a good Doya face? If I do it, I'm a nigga.

And

"Doya? This is a deal. Yeah, right?

"Hmm..."

Sure, this would do us good enough.

The number of areas with connections and the rarity of the goods handled.

Whether you make a deal or not, keeping the connection would be an ant as an option.

The only problem is, I don't know who this guy is yet.

That's enough for a reason to shake your neck sideways, but talk about whether the advantages of fulfilling it and sticking it here are matched by a double scale with the disadvantages of swallowing it.

Noah, on the other hand, remains a clear face.

If you look at Kazuki, the meal resumes as if I were not involved.

I guess that means we both leave the neighborhood to our husband's discretion.

Is it trusted or simply because it's troublesome? Naturally, if I asked you a question, you wouldn't answer it.

Whatever it was and the fold I tried to go further into the conversation, it became noisy outside.

Soon, I hear more and more knocking on the door.

As your husband hurried to open the door, a young man from the village ran in breathlessly.

Put your hands on the shelf, round your back, and exhale rough breaths for a while too.

"Mm, village chief! Oh, my God!"

"What's up?

"The gatekeeper saw the light of the light outside. Oh, quite a few!

"... at a time like this? Leader or patrol?

"I don't know for sure yet, but maybe it's a thief. I'm in a hurry to gather young people from the village."

Naturally, we hear that noisy exchange.

"What? Dude, are you really coming..."

"This... is the birth of the prophet Arcs Laceft,"

"Ahhh?

Noah and Kazzi raise their voices of surprise. To those two, I triangulate my eyes and roar.

Intimidating the two squires, both Noah and Kazzi turned that way looking like bums.

On the other hand, casually turn your gaze toward Gills.

This one stays the same as earlier and doesn't break the floating grin.

In spite of this situation.

"... no more? Mr. Arcs."

"No, why is Gills so calm?"

"Well, to some extent, I expected it."

"That the thief will show up? No, I don't know yet."

"Eighty-nine, do it."

"Are you sure?

"Hmm? Is that obvious? The thief always moves in search of someone to take it from? There's someone you can take away. You show up where you are, and it's natural to show up where you are?

"So you said it didn't work?

"Seya. If you showed up near the mountain road recently, you might come to a nearby settlement.

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Sure it is. The way Gills derives his answers is well muscled.

But if that's true, why did he choose such a dangerous "nearby village" for his stay? If you are a traveling merchant who should be concerned safely, you should avoid risky behavior as much as possible. You're never supposed to get anywhere like this.

But Gills still has an inexperienced grin.

What do you think? From the details, I can't peek at the insights at all.

But aren't you free to think about it now?

"Noah, Kazzi"

When I call on the two of you, I brandish "Yes, I did" and "Oh, boy," and get ready right away.

Noah has weapons ready.

Kazzi went outside to see how things were going.

The village chief, who saw this one move, calls out confusion.

"Oh, Master Arcs?

"If ever, we'll fight too."

"Oh, that's..."

"It's okay. Those two are used to fighting. Oh, Bud's gonna have to wait here."

When instructed, the guide man nods and responds.

The future will be difficult if the conductor is hit, so you can't put him in a dangerous place.

"No! I'm brave at that age. Sounds like a monarch. Cool. Yeah?

"Gills fight too?

"No, Wai's got his hands full about himself, and I'm gonna let him hide out here."

What the hell is your intention in trying to follow me in saying that?

Aren't we going to hide behind ourselves?

Subtle Noah hits me in the ear.

(... I'll take a look, but be careful)

(... Regards)

As I was interacting with Noah like that, Kazuzi looked out the door.

And, as usual, with a creepy grin.

"After all, my husband Sama was a prophet, right?

Then you will worship me next time.

"Kihihiko, you always take care of Fu, right?

Saying that, Kazzi had a cane with an unusual handshake at some point.

They brought it for a long journey, but I haven't used it before, but putting it out here means, I guess, it's a weapon.

The village chief asks Kazzi.

"What's going on?

"Oh, don't try to force me to break the south gate. The villagers are holding back now, but it's only a matter of time before they break it."

"Oh, really..."

The village chief shows a blue face. Neither does he, I guess, these experiences.

I don't have the same experience, but if it's just knowledge.

At times like this......

"The village chief... get ready to go out and fight and arrange a bonfire. And I need you to go around the other houses and make sure you don't go outside."

"Yes!

With Noah, we head to the scene as we take Gills behind us.

A simple fence is already available in front of the South Gate, with armed village men.

And as Kazzi said, the young men of the village were holding back from being broken through the gate.

"I won't keep it anymore!

The sound of banging on the edge of the gate.

Are you bumping round or something, a heavy shock sound every time you collide and a tremor that echoes in your belly.

Fine pieces of wood fly.

There's also a voice from across the gate.

The old wax is heavily distorted and screams.

Until it's broken, it won't be long.

This momentum. The moment the gates are destroyed, the thieves should be pushing over.

Probably in the midst of happiness right now with my thoughts on the aftermath of the raid coming true.

Murder.

Plunder.

Humiliation.

The only thing they can't predict is their own bad luck raiding a place like this.