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

It was the familiar adventurers Bettina who met him at the carriage stop where the Tors returned after abandoning the northbound route.

The red-haired beauty with the best opening and her butt slapped by Moo becomes a face with her nose screwed out.

"I already dressed better here and wanted to decide on a dialogue!

"No, this one's more like a lady."

"... um, you're always right"

"... you seemed to be doing well, young lad"

"Mr. Betty, it's been a while. Hello Godan, Tapa and Tari -"

"Hey, is it any different?

"Hello, gentlemen"

When I met him before, he said if he defeated ten raging hippos left, he'd be promoted, but he seemed to have successfully won the upstream hunting lottery.

Everyone has the same white edged adventurer bills down their necks as the Tors.

"Look, Moo. You shouldn't slap me all of a sudden. I'm sorry?"

"Moo, spoil Moo!

"That's very kind of you, Master Moo"

"... its intent"

"... brilliant, young lad"

"Which side are you on, you guys!

Thor and the others are getting promoted at a terrible rate, but no less than that, Bettina and the others have been changing the color of the plates in succession.

That apparently set Moo on fire, the youngest and shortest record-keeping.

Thor turned his gaze to the four as he slightly loosened his cheeks to the appearance of a lightly reversed child.

Bettina turning sideways with a slightly shiny face, but today she was using a sandy white cloth to tie up her red hair exactly.

The perfect white scaly leather armor with a fine sword around the slurring legs.

Beauty, including the seemingly winning eye area, remains the same.

And for some reason, the red-haired maiden had been running a flickering glance at Euril and her guide, Sarah.

The oblique Godan is a cloudy, reddish armor.

He carries a large rhombus shield and lowers a stick with a thorny iron ball on his tip from his waist.

Although it is an elegant outfit, the intimidation is not as hairy due to its soft waist.

Behind the lady and the butler, the little fat Cuiyu twins refrain.

They were both loose front matching fabric clothes, with a white cloth cleverly glued around the head.

My brother Tapa carries a bow and wears leather breasts and gloves on only one chest and dominant hand.

My brother Tari is lowering the sheath of several daggers on his waist.

Thor is intrigued by the rare appearance of two people who make their eyes look as thin as yarn and pleasantly shine.

"You look in a good mood today, huh?

"... oh, there's a strong wind here"

"... reminds me of a little far away"

Cuiyu's homeland of Reginalia is a prairie located south of the Central Country.

I hear that the plain, which has nothing to block, has winds that never stop all year round.

"I see, the wind man's main role is played out."

"... how about that one?

"... sounds like quite a harvest though"

The twins ask with interest when they see the white stones piled on the soli that Thor pulls.

Godan has been talking there, too.

"Is this, perhaps, not the raw material for white and hard copper?

"You know exactly what I mean."

"Yeah, I hear it's a pretty good material. Where could you have taken it?

Tor nodded small and looked back at the Tea Horn youth as he turned his gaze slightly.

And ask the silent guide who was watching the Tor's circle.

"I'm sorry, but how long can I tell you?

"Right. If it's true, I can't do it all, but I know you're important. I'll block your ears just a little bit, so if it's a mild point, I'll miss it."

It was not Salarisa who gave the answer, but her brother-in-law who was sitting in an empty barrel beside her.

Tor nodded thankfully to Garoud, who had interrupted, mouthing the question he had come up with.

"Has Bettina and her guide decided yet?

"Oh, these ladies are very popular, too. I had no choice but to give up."

"Really? Regards."

"Oh, thank you for your kind mouthfeel. Let me thank you, Hero. And I hear Mr. Garud is a reassuring guide. Thank you for your guidance and pointers."

"Yes, not as much as you'd expect. I'll take care of it when you roll your tail and run away."

Upon hearing the words, Bettina of the Redtail clan proudly lifted her jaw.

"My red tail was never born and curled in fright. You're not going to live up to your expectations."

Put your hands on your hips and laugh out loud lady and somehow put down the same laughing moo next to it and Tor and Godan talk to each other briefly.

"You can't go straight through the east. Too much rock lizard and sand and tight. This time in the north, I tried..."

"... um, you look a little hard on him"

"... if it's a strong wind, I can handle it."

"Where scaffolding is bad, I'm not good either. And then..."

"Yeah, the rest of it's going south, but it doesn't really seem to go well with us."

"... but it's convenient for us."

"I can't say enough because I've never been there, but at least it should be easier to fight than us"

"I see, you want information about it."

"It's quick and helpful to talk. I've screwed this one up twice, and I haven't even got eyes on it. Whatever you want, I want a deal."

"Okay. It's hard to throw away white and hard copper."

"... what if we go on through the valley of the wild wind"

"I asked for it. Oh, and if I have more white and hard copper, I'll spin it a little bit."

"That's a very nice story."

By and large, Bettina mixes in with the conversation.

"Maybe you were deciding where to go? Then I guess I'd be better off too."

"Yes, ma'am. Please give your full opinion."

"Huh, if you're a proud red-tailed clan, you don't have to talk about your excuses humbly. If we decide to head there, we'll only have the front!

"Well, I'll tell you that,"

"I asked you, Godan."

Deeply bowed his head, the butler gently approached the guide and eared.

"Now, Master Garud, I'd like you to show me around the south this time."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Yes, I thought the lady probably wouldn't notice. … because you are not very sensitive to directions"

"Is it good, so..."

Garoud, with a frightened face, let him shrug his shoulders exaggerated toward Tor.