Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

28 – Guild Escort 3

While the corps leader’s face was distorted like a pottery made by an elementary school student during vacation homework, I rejoined the Prianian squad leader.

She stayed away from other people.

“Squad leader.”

“Mr. G-House.”

I reported what I felt on the wagon wheels.

I wasn’t sure about the cloth Blender gave me, so I haven’t told you yet.

You can inform it around dinner time.

“I see.”

She nodded her head like that and let me know one thing.

“The upper state has decided to make her camp here. And someone said I had to go get parts for the wheel.”

“…Couldn’t it be me?”

“The upper management wanted that, but I stopped it. Mr. Ghouse is a skilled mercenary.”

“Then who went?”

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“Silver level adventurer, Mr. Blender, decided to go. The man with the axe.”

Perhaps because he saw her frown for a moment, the squad leader Priianian added her words.

“He was the person who guaranteed Mr. G-House’s skills. He said that a human who could cleanly slash the heads of seven goblins in 30 seconds would be better than himself.”

“It is not easy.”

Acknowledging the skills of others I’m seeing for the first time today, and sneakily trying to get out of danger.

In whatever sense he acted like that, it was amazing.

“Then, squad leader. How should I act?”

Following her orders is the top priority. It’s better to unify the routes, and the prianian squad leader has my command.

“Just wait.”

“I will.”

The prianian squad leader wasn’t even surprised anymore. It was because I was used to my behavior.

I was about to leave again.

“And Mr. G-House.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t get too close to Ms. Betty.”

That slender archer?

Why? I thought, but I nodded, wondering if there must be a reason.

“I will.”

When I went back to my wagon to pack my things, Blender was packing.

“Ehh. f*ck.”

The way he grumbled while carrying his bag looked quite annoying.

“Where are you going?”

“f*ck you, don’t even talk. A wagon wheel is blown and I am going to get on a horse to get parts for it.”

He answered quite coolly.

“Oops. Shall I go for you?”

The hand that was tying the backpack strap stopped for a moment, and then a question flew in.

“Are you good at talking?”

I drive SUVs well.

“No.”

His gloved hand moved busily again.

“Damn it, thank you for the words.”

“I can’t pay for the oiled cloth.”

I tried to float a little, but I couldn’t see his face because he was tying up his luggage.

“How far is it to the nearest town?”

“Well, maybe I’ll be back sometime tomorrow morning.”

The results will be out by this evening.

As usual with the items sold in the alchemy guild.

“Please be careful.”

Please.

“Thank you. Take care of yourself too.”

***

After breaking up with Blander, he stopped going to other guys.

I had to obey the squad leader’s orders, but I had to prepare for camp quickly.

Finding a place to pitch a tent was quite a hassle.

It was damp everywhere because it was already in a forest full of leaves on the ground, and high-level merchants had already occupied places where the ground was dry.

In addition, the fact that the ground was wet and leafy meant something else.

Sassasasak!

“f*ck mother.”

I got goosebumps all over my body, probably because my unnecessarily good eyes saw orange legs next to where I was going to sit.

To be honest, I am afraid of bugs.

The reason I don’t go to the abandoned house is not that I’m afraid of ghosts inside, but I don’t know what kind of f*cking bugs might be living inside.

-Hey, a cockroach right in front of you.

– Wow. How the f*ck did this crazy asshole see this?

-It’s the color of caramel, you bastard. Why can’t i see this?

For that reason, even when I was on Earth, I searched for insects very well, to the extent that I saw cockroaches passing right in front of me while walking on a pitch-black road at night.

It was a sense developed for survival, to prevent Parkinson’s death in my heart.

Of course, after coming to another world and seeing all the bitterness, sourness, and spiciness of life, I became a joke, so I didn’t dare to go over it just because there were insects in front of me.

Still, there were all kinds of f*cking things.

So, I roamed this vast campground in search of a bug-free place.

There must be at least one place to lay my body somewhere. Thinking about that.

“…So, did you come this way to ask if I could pitch a tent next to you and sleep?”

“…Yes.”

There is no paradise where you run away from bugs. Only the primal zerg hives remained.

Is there a separate tea planet? If you dig a little bit of dirt, it will come out right away.

So, I proudly nodded.

The leader of the Priyanian squad, who had just finished the tent, said with a slightly puzzled expression.

“The joke that made fun of the five lowly mercenaries on the hill is afraid of small bugs.”

“…Am I not human?”

After drying the leader of the Priyanian squad, who was seriously thinking about it, he earnestly asked for it.

I just saw five centipedes. f*ck.

“But you can’t scream when you wake up at dawn and see a cute little b*tch peeking out, no, a child. And isn’t it the squad leader’s job to take care of the squad members below?”

Hearing her words, she nodded her head.

“There are conditions.”

“Tell me.”

I can listen as long as it doesn’t kill people.

“You will prepare dinner tonight.”

“If you want to eat the special porridge with pork fat that much, just tell me.”

“Would you pick up a real centipede and put it in the tent?”

“How would you like the entree?”

She laughed and tossed her grocery bag at me.

“On your own.”

British omakase. Oh my god.

I told you in advance.

I am a person who thinks that the most delicious dish is not the one I make.

I think eating food made by others without my hands going is truly delicious.

Except coffee, of course. It was better for me to get off.

Anyway, because of that story, I didn’t cook often, but there was something that happened while doing the food business.

“So, you want to share our food?”

“Please. Mr. Betty.”

Promotion of meals was also a thing.

“You take care of your meal. Wasn’t that the rule?”

Lily looked at me and said so. There was a subtle smirk on his face.

“That’s right.”

“And at least we should talk about it before it boils, what if we do that after it boils? A person should have a degree.”

I said it quietly, but everyone’s attention was focused on it.

From far away, Sten was telling me to come this way, but that wasn’t the case.

I’ve been boiling some f*cking Cthulhu-esque Nether Stew and I’m down.

As expected, if you are an adventurer, do you have to risk your life while eating?

With that thought in mind, I brought out what I hid behind my back.

“In return, I will cook for you.”

“…Oh my god.”

Lily uttered admiration, but I didn’t offer much.

I just grilled the meat.

It’s because they were told to cut it up and use it for soup, but they just baked it whole.

The forest wasn’t just about moisture, leaves, and centipedes. There were also herbs like rosemary.

And there’s oil in the squad leader’s bag, and salt in my bag.

So I just grinded them, rubbed them, marinated them, and then covered them with oil and baked them.

I never said I couldn’t cook. It was just annoying.

Eating a lot of stew on a trip? Are you really sane?

Of course, it wasn’t a waste of meat.

Because I got permission twice from the prianian squad leader that I can use and distribute the ingredients as I please.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll just bring it back-“

“Can I get you two bowls?”

“Two bowls like three bowls.”

The barter exchange took place faster than expected, and Betty even gave me some bread to eat, though I don’t know why.

As she busily took out the bread, she looked into the bag.

I couldn’t find the medicine bottle I was looking for.

It’s because there’s something else instead.

“…White.”

“Yes?”

Lily, who was cutting the meat with a smile, asked.

“No.”

I decided to respect Betty’s taste.

“Now, it’s a British-style chowder obtained through bartering.”

“You are more resourceful than I thought.”

“I will try it first.”

There’s no way they put poison in it anyway, but you have to eat something like this first.

“Keuk. It doesn’t seem poisonous.”

“You can wipe the stew off your mouth before you speak.”

“Oh my God.”

I wiped my mouth with the bread, then took the cloth out of my pocket.

“What is it? It smells like oil.”

The leader of the prianian squad asked after wiping his mouth.

“This is the item I received from Mr. Blender earlier.”

“Is that something I have too?”

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“Yes?”

This time, as she was about to take the meat I had cut and put it in her mouth, she explained.

“The staff at the top gave it to me. They say they give oil-soaked cloths to the guards as a way of asking them well while going up.”

Oh my God. I didn’t give

This is why the second subcontracting is not possible.

“Squad Leader Priyanian, I’m sorry, could you check the cloth during the meal?”

“Here it is.”

She took a cloth from her waist and handed it to her.

The cloth that Blender gave you, and the cloth that the leader of the Priyanian squad carries.

I needed one more thing to cross.

After waiting for her to finish her meal, I asked with a knife in my hand.

“Wouldn’t you like to eat some fruit?”

It was time to head back once again.

“Are you here to return the bowl? What? This?”

“The stew is so amazing, this is the fruit my squad leader asked me to bring.”

“Oh, give me all these things.”

“I washed the bowl, so the fruit wouldn’t have been stewed or anything. Please enjoy your meal.”

“Thank you, so what?”

To Betty’s smile, I replied with a smile.

“Shouldn’t we help each other and live?”

After saying that and parting, I had two pieces of cloth in my hand.

Goodbye for a moment. No, it was Betty and Lily’s oil-soaked cloth that I moved with my hand.