17 15 Merchant Randell

Day 3 since I met Fran.

We kept walking toward town. No, I'm wrapped up in a front and carried by Fran so I don't get caught in the eye. If they witness a fluffy floating spot, there's no excuse.

"Hey, is town, like, an easy thing to get in?

"Hmm?"

'No, you don't need a toll or an ID?

"I don't."

Full and head shaking Fran, cute.

No, no, I didn't.

Sure, Fran was a slave, and he would never have gone into town doing the formalities himself. But because of that, I have no information at all.

"If you were a man, you might be able to get information."

But in the three days so far, I couldn't even find a trace of a person.

Why not? No pedestrians, no travelers, no bandits. If I were a bandit, I'd be able to get some information.

"Because it's not a street"

Slave traders were apparently traveling through the lousy area to shorten their time. The phrase, because it was attacked by a warcraft and wiped out, is sad. I wish we had died on our own, without involving the slaves.

"Huh? Is there a street or something?

Well, there can't be a warcraft, a wilderness off the streets, or someone like that.

"Street somewhere?

"If you're walking, I think you'll be out in a minute."

"I hope so."

"Fine. Maybe."

So keep going for 4 hours. I proceeded relaxed, hunting warcraft along the way.

And discover the long awaited streets.

'Yay, way to go!

Just scraped the ground and drained the grass, it's a better path than the Beast Road. However, the ground has been consolidated over the years, leaving a clear trail of signs. It was, indisputably, a street.

Relying on the sense of direction of Fran, we walk in the direction where we think there is a town.

"Mm, there's a creature reaction"

'You don't seem like a person. Maybe it's a goblin. "

"Hunt?"

"Uniform. Materials might sell. I can absorb demon stones."

Copy that.

Nodding cocklessly, Fran took off the street and ran out. I have already used my leg lift skills and so on, and I run through the trees like a wind.

"There he is."

I guess they're ambushing something that goes through the streets. The goblins hid themselves behind the bushes that grew beside the streets. That number is three. Fran erases the signs and turns from behind to the goblins. And he attacked me from behind without a sound.

"Phew."

"Gi?"

One slapped from the back collapses with a glare.

"Ha!"

Shortened activation of the Swordsmanship Double Thrash, made possible by an increased skill level, truncated the remaining two. The goblins wouldn't have realized what had happened to them.

The battle was over before the first body fell to the ground.

"Master, the rest, please"

"Whoa, I got it."

After absorbing the demon stone, cut the corners of the goblin, which can be used as material. The remaining bodies were thrown into dimensional storage. If you leave it near the street and call in a big warcraft, it's not a good idea.

"Master, there's goblins over there too"

"Are you there yet?"

"What do we do?

"I'm on my way anyway, and I'll do it."

"Mmm."

Fran rushes out again. But beyond that, there was an unexpected sight.

"Damn! Get away from me, goblins!

"Gigigigi"

"Gruhrua"

A carriage was attacked by the Goblins. The number of goblins is six, versus one in the carriage.

"Did you keep an eye on the goblins earlier?"

While my buddy was raiding the carriage, adventurers and the like wouldn't come or they would have been watching the streets.

"Help"

"Oh, come on."

Again, erase the signs, it's an ambush from behind. Shorten activated Triple Thrust to kill 3 bodies. Three-point, weakly powerful sword moves, but nothing wrong with a goblin opponent.

"Yay, thanks!

"Giy!"

"Shut up."

To Fran, who suddenly appears, to the goblins who raise their voices of intimidation, Fran slashes Zashzash.

One of the others turned his back to escape, but Fran threw me and stabbed me to a stop. Thanks to his throwing skills, he is perfectly through his stomach. I was going to do a cosoli orbit fix if I strayed, but you didn't have to.

"Oh, thank you, young lady. Thank you."

"Mmm."

"But you're strong. Are you alone?

"Hmm?"

"No, if you don't want to talk, you don't have to."

It's simply that Fran is silent, but seeing that attitude, he seems to mistakenly think he doesn't want to talk about it. In fact, I don't want to give you bad information, so thank you. I instructed Fran to keep making a mistake.

"Hey, if you'd like, why don't we take the carriage? He's on his way to Aretha, isn't he?

Aretha is like the town I was on my way to. But this man, you look like a good man and you're pretty strong.

I'm willing to sell you a favour and offset the debt you owe me for getting help from Goblin, and even get an escort, while I say I'll let you ride the carriage in a favor.

We just want information, too, so we decided to get on with his suggestion. But you don't owe your life that light, do you?

Instruct Fran to speak.

"Can I escort you to town?

"Oh, yeah. Right."

Hmm. You're laughing bitterly.

"In exchange for the information you want to know, the escort fee is just fine"

"Ha. That's funny. I like it! Get in."

"Mmm."

"I'm Randall. And you?"

"Fran."

"Well, say hello on the road, Fran."

Before you get in the carriage, don't forget to rip off the horns of the goblins. And I asked the man quickly. Well, Fran asks.

"Can you sell a goblin horn?

"Goblin horns? Wow, they're so cheap. For once, it's a magic catalyst, but the quality sucks."

Oh, my God, is that so? You let him rip it off and lose it. But Randell speaks further.

"But evil men are recommended to be exterminated as soon as they are discovered, so take them to the Adventurer's Guild and you'll get paid."

The description I saw in the appraisal also said extermination recommendations. When you think about it, it's a lot of arbitrary explanations.

Anyway, it was obviously an explanation from a side hostile to goblins. In the first place, who's writing that explanation? God? If so, it must be God on the side that destroyed the Evil God. It was a mess biased content, and it clearly stated that it was evil.

From the goblin side, maybe they have a fair amount of justice and think humans are evil.

I don't have any complaints. 'Cause it was after I killed the scattered goblins. To that explanation, they're actually good, they're just scared of their faces, they're carefree. If it said something like that, I would have felt just as guilty. It said evil, which made me feel exonerated. Instead, the hunt was as long as it took.

That might be the purpose of the one who drew the description. Maybe he's going to burn me down and let me hunt the evil people in the rival faction.

The one who wrote the description, is it still God? With that said, the voice of a man I heard when I was reincarnated into this world. That could be God. So, a pretty good guy? You did. At least it didn't sound like the wind you were trying to trick me into manipulating. No, is that the operation? No, no, but............... Stop. If you suspect a dark cloud in the absence of information, you have no kiri. Well, there's no harm done so far, and let's not think in depth.

"But I've never been attacked by a bunch of goblins on a street like this before."

"Really?

"Oh, the streets are patrolled regularly by adventurers."

You're an adventurer. Looks like there's a guild, and this is fantasy, isn't it? I look forward to going to the guild now.

"One or two goblins can drive you back."

By the way, this is what Randell's status looks like.

Name: Randell Age: 39

Race: Human

Occupation: Merchant

Status: Normal

Status Level: 20

HP: 62 MP: 85 Arms: 30 Health: 31 Agility: 34 Intelligence: 45 Magic: 40 Dexterity: 41

Skills

Carriage: Lv3, You: Lv2, Negotiations: Lv2, Arithmetic: Lv5, Commerce: Lv6, Skills: Lv3, Speech: Lv2

Title

None

Equipment

Spears of inferior iron, breastplate of cowhide, coat of spider thread

Well, you won't beat goblins one-on-one, but if they're surrounded, they're going to be tough. Rather, it's level 4 but beyond Mr. Randell, with a terrible amount of cheats for Fran's status.

"Hi, it looks like the Warcraft movement has been active for the past month or so."

A month ago. That's when I was attacking area five.

"Why?"

"I don't know. But on the plains of the Demon Wolf, something may have happened."

"The Devil Wolf Plains?

"Don't you know? It's a Class A enchantment just east of here."

"Are you famous?

"Of course. It's inferior to the top 10 demons, but it's A-grade."

Demonic Realm seems to refer to the dominant realm of the Warcraft, including dungeons and the like. It was ranked G-S with each degree of hazard, and grade A was the second from the top.

Above A, there's only a shitty S-class place called the Ten Great Demons Realms, so even Class A can be considered dangerous enough.

Were you hunting in a place like that, me? With that said, the boss was strong.

Just one thing that bothers me. Let Fran ask the question.

"Why do you say the plains of the Demon Wolf?

On that plain, there were few werewolf type warcraft. Rather, the area boss was a cat family. I didn't know why it was called the Devil Wolf's Plain.

"A long time ago, there was a legend that an S-class warcraft named Fenrill died in that plain. They still have Fenrill's magic in the heart of the plain. Because of this, the more you go to the center, the weaker the Warcraft, the more interesting it is."

Oh, my God, was it the magic of Mr. Fenrill and I that thought it was the junction? Besides, you think he's dead already? Without that juncture, it would have been a more harsh life, and I would definitely like to thank Mr. Fenrill. It's just that what I was stabbing at a place like that had to do with anything? Don't worry about it.

"At the center of the plain, they say there's something like an altar, but they don't know what it's from. A lot of people looked into it, but it seems to remain unknown."

"Huh? Me? You have no information that the sword was stabbed?

"On the altar, is there a sword stabbed?

"Sword? Come on, you've never heard of it"

"Hmm. I thought you might know where I came from, but wouldn't it be so easy?"

Randell had no further information. Too bad.

"The Wolf's plain is surrounded by a special forest that absorbs magic, the Forest of Exhaustion."

That made me struggle, too. It's a place I never want to go in again.

"Because of that, the Warcraft of the Wolf's Plains don't come out, but it's not like they have no effect at all. Once every few years, there's a territorial battle, and there's a battle between big warcraft."

I see, is that like changing generations of area bosses?

"At that time, the forest of depletion and the warcraft living around it become frightened and very aggressive. Scared by the signs of the mighty warcraft, the fleeing warcraft may appear in the streets. Didn't we have a territorial dispute this time?

This is totally my fault, isn't it? Whatever, hunt all the area bosses. The aftermath of that battle has spread all the way around here. Hepei.

Randell was unsure whether to turn back the street or not, but when he returned, he couldn't make it to the deadline for the haulage request, so he said he had been forced to move on.

Ha ha. I'm sorry, Mr. Randell. To apologize, don't flatter the escort fee that you were planning to make a fuss of. No, seriously, I'm sorry.