Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

Around the same time as when the Tors were tongue drumming for lunch.

Sola and the others, who had completed their orders at the armor store in the back of the alley, were walking down the street in a manner that they did not.

"That was a pretty good store. Thank you for introducing me."

"You're welcome, Mr. Betty"

Bettina gave her a satisfying grin as she graced the red hair she had put together behind her.

What she ordered was a torso made of white rock lizard leather, but since the material's leather was well visible on brown skin when it matched her body, I'm guessing she's imagining how well it'll do now.

The best we can do is talk about two weeks away.

"Are you glad Sola didn't ask for anything?

"I only have Moo's shoes."

These long leather shoes have solid solid leather soles and have gentle specifications that fasten with a belt rather than a shoelace to make them easy for children to take off and wear.

The owner took it from me when I finished it in two days so that I could step on the Kawahara stone.

"It's not, it's yours."

"Um, I'm not crippled with my current protective gear, especially if it's okay. And I don't have a lot of money."

"I wish you'd let me take care of it."

Sora, whose eyes patted on Bettina's words, snaps her neck like a little bird.

"Yeah? What do you want me to do?

"I wanted to thank you for showing me to the store."

"Maybe you were going to give me money instead?!

"Yeah, and you're a dear friend."

To the red-haired beauty who said sarah, the pure girl who grew up in the village often thought and opened her teasing mouth.

"Hmm, that doesn't make me feel like a friend, it makes me feel weird"

"Huh?"

"It doesn't work, but I think friends are friends who play and chat with each other."

"If you say so, maybe so."

"So I was wondering if it would be a little different to pom me a lot of money"

"Master Sola is right, ma'am."

It was Godan walking with Moo in his hand behind him who had pinned his mouth to the conversation between the two of them.

If you are a child, you are obsessed with the baked confectionery that the owner of the armor store gave you.

"What, really?

"Yes, it's made up because it's a reciprocal relationship with your friend, and I was wondering if we should involve money cheaply"

"I'm sorry, Sola. You were being rude."

The red-haired lady pointed out apologizes in advance to Sora.

But the girl's face turned cloudy.

"Sounds like you cared. I'm so sorry."

"Oh, no. You say you got a little hit by your own words..."

"I wonder what that means?

"My relationship with Thor is just being protected, and they're giving me a lot of money."

"Does Sola want to be friends with that plain hero?

"Yeah, I'm trying to relate more than that."

"It's an understatement, Dear Sola. I wonder if patterns like lovers and couples can be different from friendships."

"Maybe, but first I want to be the right person."

From the face of the girl who said so, her usual naiveté was hissing and her inability to afford it had appeared.

Bettina and Godan, who looked at each other with a troubled look, suddenly switch the subject.

"Speaking of which, it's already lunch. I'm so hungry. Hey, Sora, don't you know any good stores?

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry, too, and I'm about to fall down."

"That's a lot. Then I'll show you to my store."

"Then thank you for guiding me, I will pay for lunch"

"Isn't that inconsistent with what you just said?

"It's fine, ma'am. I am not a friend, I am a child of Moo."

It was a line of stalls in Central Square that Sola took the three of them towards.

Because of noon, it is quite crowded.

Are you totally used to it, the girl moves on to tearing the crowd apart from Swiss.

And when I reached the stall lined with a large pot, I turned around very well.

"Here you go. Hmm, smells so good today"

"... what kind of store is this?

"Soup stalls, apparently."

"Yes, my name is funny and I call it a sea pot shop. Because the product is seafood soup. Hello, uncle."

"Ah, there you are, Sora."

The slightly prolonged talk-mouth shopkeeper looks middle-aged with dark hair, but his neck is covered in fine crackling scales.

Sora continued her conversation with Niccoli and a smiling Ethereal Scale man.

"What do you recommend today?

"Right. This whole thing with onions is the best day of my life."

"Then I'll do it."

"What is this red?!

"It's got red pepper in it, so it's not tough on Moobao."

"Which one is the meat? Grandma."

"How's the soup on the pig's tail over here? The meat tastes amazing."

"I'm worried about that red one, so I'll take it."

"Is Mr. Beppin all right?

"Yeah, I'm good at it."

"Yes, Maido. How about this for your horny brother over there? Salted spiked cabbage."

"Oh, I miss that. I will now take the recommendation of the store owner."

Sora, who received a deep dish with hot air, went next, not to the table provided in front of the stall, but to the store next door.

From a shop with a large tent, the smell of fluffy, sweet wheat roasts.

Once inside, the wall shelves and the central table were lined with various pieces of bread.

"I was wondering if it was just soup, but this might be a bakery"

"Yes, the White Cat Shop is a store."

"- No way, you have cat-flavored bread?

"No, they say it's because the store owner has a white cat. But cat flavor seems delicious."

Bettina, who was meant to be a joke, makes Sola pull her mouth back.

"Hey!"

"Already, why are you slapping me? Moo."

"The cats' hewo, Moo Ma!

"He said he wouldn't eat anymore. If you spill soup, it won't hurt."

"Look, don't fight. Because I hate bread, it makes me harder."

The shopkeeper who has spoken was a well-fleshed middle-aged woman with dark hair bound.

He smiles joyfully and talks to me early in the arrow succession.

"Oh, do you have any new customers today? Your black bread is baked, so you can still chop it with your hands. Your brother seems to eat a lot. What's with the nuts over here? Look, Moofang, there's some fried bread too."

"Please!

"Yes, Maido Maido"

Wheat hasn't fallen so much yet, but the shopkeepers here have kept prices pretty low because they have their own suppliers, making it a very popular store for adventurers.

The four of them who choose bread at once head to the table outside where they are placed for food and drink.

When we sat across from each other and finished our prayers for gratitude, it was finally lunch.

Bettina inadvertently brings up an earlier topic as she stared at Sola carrying the soup into her mouth with a full grin.

"Hey, Sola."

"Huh?

"You just told me you were protecting me."

"Yes, that's fine."

"Sola is a magic trick, so I don't think we have a choice. But it's not all about fighting. In other parts, why don't you do what you can?

Sora reached for the soup in a hurry with her bread stuck in her throat to see how her friend had been thinking about the answer.

"Ngu,... are you going to exhaust it?

"This Godan will care a lot for me, too. I'm more than happy with that."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I have a wife I have left in my hometown..."

"Don't mix it up again. Well, I mean, you're gonna be around forever, so I'm talking about losing money if you try everything."

".................. Yes. Yeah, well, maybe this soup, Tor, will please you. Thank you, Mr Betty!

Bettina turns a gentle glance at the appearance of the girl who has regained her energy.

Then, as I suddenly came up with it, I had my doubts.

"By the way, how far is Sora's relationship with that plain hero going?

"Eh, if you're kissing me, sneak on my cheek while I'm sleeping..."

"Oh, that still sounds like it. Try harder."

While he was so supportive, he was somehow a bettina who looked blatantly horny.

Sora and the others were enjoying lunch, and at the same time.

After returning to our house for the first time in three days and having cleaned the house thoroughly, Yuryl was sitting in a kitchen chair and exhaling deeply.

The two cats who were sitting on our faces give up their seats at the Lord's return, eating guts at the souvenir dried fish recommendations under the table.

Euril looked at the cane placed on the table, and also sighed deeply.

The wand is slightly longer than one hand and is fitted with a large ice crystal stone on the top.

The silver-haired beauty shrugged with no one as she watched the cleric wand she had found on the cleaning.

"... these are not very good memories."