Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

I talked to Isaac in addition to my thoughts, but this is not the kind of place where Talask's Swamp is supposed to have a wellside meeting.

It's something we can do because we know that we don't seem to have any problems with each other's anger or poison.

Otherwise, it's normal to want to get out of here as soon as possible, even for a second.

Because the longer you stay here, the more deterioration is caused by the filthy air here, not only by your body, but even by your belongings and equipment.

So Isaac looks like he's noticed all the time.

"That's a little longer. You'll want to come home soon, and I have Dragon Blood Flower collection around here, so..."

And I've cut to the chase.

We thought it was time for each other, so it was just fine.

I snorted, too.

"Oh. As for the rush, that's fine."

"Yes, I will make a nomination request, so I think I will get in touch with you...... well, I don't think anyone will get it if I don't"

That's what I said and laughed at Isaac.

Indeed, when I put out a request on the bulletin board to go regularly to Talask Marsh and collect Dragon Blood Flowers, I feel like who will take it.

The hurdle is high that if only once, it will still be, regularly.

Because if you've been through this many times, you've decided to break your body within a short distance.

Adventurers are capitalized by their bodies.

The same goes for losing rice seeds when they fall.

Therefore, you wouldn't want to take it except for someone like me who has no problem coming over and over again due to special circumstances.

And rarely is such a guy.

I nodded, then waved and broke up.

Isaac's waved lovingly, too, and, oh, he threw something, as I recall.

I caught it, and I checked,

"... Shirai no Bin?

Tilting his neck, Isaac said,

"Use it if you like. Hi, it looks like you don't have it (...)"

and say things that bother me.

You knew that?

That's what I ask.

"Why, yes, already?

"Holy water has a unique smell. However, it seems that you have another means… This is a flock of Dragon Blood Flowers, so both temper and evil are constantly purified, but I feel something cleaner than that"

The Tarasque Marsh smells very tight, though.

It's a space dominated by poison and mud, so naturally.

Not so much here because it is purified about the flock of Dragon Blood Flowers, but here the scent of Dragon Blood Flowers itself is rather tight.

In other words, it is not an environment where the smell of holy water can be perceived as such.

The smell of holy water is certainly unique, but to a lesser extent fragrant, and thinner than the perfume that time has elapsed.

If you mistake it for a clergyman in the city or elsewhere, you can see it slightly, but it's not like you can see such a cluttered smell in an intense place.

How confident are you in your sense of smell?

No, that's not all.

You can also think that I realize the sacred spirit that wraps me up slightly more than just saying, "I feel something cleaner than a Dragon Blood Flower."

Of course, I was wondering if he had more strength than he could come solo to The Marsh of Talasks, but I think maybe he's someone somewhere more bottomless than that.

"... you get it very well. I can blame you."

Nothing, it's not that I have to hide it on purpose.

There are a handful of people available, but not without them.

Seeing as Lillian, the orphanage administrator, isn't going to make any sense around the city.

Well, I don't dare to mention it, but I don't mind as much as saying that it is to people who have already noticed.

I had already felt so much trust that Isaac would not bother to say anything because he also seemed to have a sense of common sense.

He nodded as he was convinced by my words,

"Again. When... was holy water extra?

"No. I just appreciate it. I've managed, but the calm is soggy and fuzzy. I didn't get a basket that tight."

"Was it so? Then I'm glad."

"... but okay? This must be pretty good, huh?... from the bin, let's go and enjoy the rice noodles."

Roberianism.

That is not a noticeable presence in this country, the Kingdom of Yarlan, but it is one of the proud sects of great power in Western powers and elsewhere.

For once, there is also a church in Malt, but not a large number of believers.

There are many high quality things sold that are small churches to a degree commensurate with it, but do not allow other followers about holy water.

... No, you're not selling it.

Because I'm only giving it to someone who comes in to reward me for their confidence.

Anyway, the more the amount of that stopover, the more the quality of holy water and the decoration of the bottle.

Holy water also has quality.

The basic ones have a similar effect in every sect I try to buy, but as they become of high quality, there are sects that I can and cannot make.

Various elements such as the duration of the effect, concentration, smell, and transparency change the quality up and down, but this Roberian finest product is worth every bottle of common product in a drop.

This stuff, it's not like giving people a pound.

But Isaac shook his head,

"You'll need it again, won't you? I was wondering if I could give it to you now."

I knew right away that you were saying that because I would take the request later.

But......

"Can't you just blame me for not showing up?

"Then that's it. Because I'm just saying that you didn't have my eyes. Besides, neither I nor my Lord have as much trouble financially."

Holy water is about the end of the line.

As much as I'm flattered, but maybe that's why I know how hard it is to get the people I want.

You'd think enough to say that keeping holy water here and selling grace would increase your chances of getting a request.

It's really going to be hard to say no.

Well, I hope I'm not thinking about saying no at this point in the first place.

"If that's the case, let's just say I'm thankful... well, welcome"

"Yeah, be careful on your way home"

So I broke up with Isaac.

There was nothing so special about the way home.

It is only natural that the greatest difficulty, the Tarask habitat, could easily be escaped with the immense effect of holy water.

The other demons would have been fine if they hadn't even fallen into the water, and the goblins were pretty far-fetched.

When he looked at me, he went back to something frightening, so when I slaughtered the goblins together a few times, maybe there was a guy who let him go.

It was like a basic tactic coming from afar.

It's not strange to miss it.

But if they wind up too far away, it's going to be difficult one day when I get a request for a goblin crusade here or something.

... No, they're the ones with that much memory.

In a week, you'll forget my face or something.

It's not like I'm stupid, but a lot of people live in some kind of instant way, a goblin.

Maybe the ones who normally create settlements and interact with humans are rather the ones who disgusted themselves with that way of life.

I'd love to hear it sometime.

Goblin's words are special so you'll need to study from there first......

I slipped out of the Tarasque Swamp, thinking there was no such benefit.

Go the other way up the ramp you went down when you came and wait for the carriage.

After a while of depression, the man in the carriage who came looked surprised,

"... surprised you're pimping that far, huh? Quite hands-on, actually."

I was asked,

"I'm really sorry to hear about this, but I'm afraid I'm going to lose my temper."

and say it with a little tear, the man laughed all the time,

"What, you, you're easier to stick with than you look, huh? Speak up to me if you're coming here again. I'll keep it cheap."

That's what they said, so please, I got in the carriage.