Okami Wa Nemuranai

4_5

"Hey. You. Not you."

Rekan stopped the hand of the meal and raised his face.

An old red-faced man with bright white hair and a beard stretched out abundantly stands. You look like a man.

"You don't seem like a registered adventurer, but are you willing to escort the carriage? The period is four days and the reward is one large silver coin. Only dinner is prepared by the client. Oh, and the destination is vodka."

Voca.

That's exactly what Rekan is looking for right now.

It's the biggest town in this neighborhood and there must be some well-armed pharmacists there.

And there's a labyrinth nearby.

"Yale, let's take the request. Where can I go?"

"Finish that meal early and follow me."

Lekan finished the rest of the meal with three bites and stood up.

"Ho ho. I'm even taller than I thought. I wear a good coat. And that sword. Pretty good sword."

There are several other travelers on this scene right now. This man must have laid eyes on the most physically fit and well-equipped recan of them all.

walking under the guidance of a man, Lekan asked.

"Registered Adventurer is"

"Ho? Something?

"Where can I register?

"Right. Speaking of adventurers' good offices around here, I knew it was vodka. You might be able to register in Boyd's town, but it's from the other direction. Small town's good offices. Sometimes I don't accept registrations then. Anyway, don't worry about the fact that you're officially wearing the Adventurers Association sign. You should register. If someone had put an Adventurer's chapter around his neck in the dining room earlier, I would have spoken to him."

I mean, there's a good offices for adventurers in a pretty big town. One of the good offices is officially wearing the sign "Adventurers Association", where you can register to receive the Adventurers Chapter and the Dollar. The adventurer lays it on his neck. That's going to advertise you as an adventurer to the person you're going to ask.

There was no system in the original world for adventurers to register. An adventurer is called an adventurer, but if you stop adventuring one day, you will cease to be an adventurer. That was all. They say there is a registration system in this world. Then you should try registering.

"Oops, Mr. Cheney. Nice guy!

I was waiting while the carriage was still ready to leave.

Inside the door is a double occupancy, with plenty of luggage in the back. Even so, I'm not loading much stuff right now. I guess it's the way home I sold it.

"Oh, Mr. Eiffen. Looks like you found someone nice."

Called Cheney, the little fat middle-aged man held the brown bag he had in his left hand with a nice smile on his face, and walked over to Lecan to offer his right hand. However, Lekan also offered his right hand and shook his opponent's right hand vertically. This is a unique custom in this world: shaking hands. To be honest, I can't help but admire this creepy custom of holding each other's arms.

"This looks like you've been able to welcome a warring warrior. I'm a merchant named Cheney."

"It's Lecan."

"You have a shop in the town of Voca. The swordsman of the escort collapsed from a sudden illness on both of you, but I really need to hurry back, so it's up to me to ask for a new escort for you two this way. This one."

Cheney tried to introduce a young woman who was making her back on the carriage, but the woman, she whispered it.

"You. Moggly?"

"What?"

I'm asking if you're unregistered.

The woman carries an arrow barrel on her back and a short bow on her hand.

"Oh. I haven't registered an adventurer yet"

"Heh. Feet, don't pull it. I'm Edda."

With that said, I pulled something out from under a yellow muffler wrapped around my neck.

At the end of the silver chain is a small piece of metal in silver.

And he put it in again, and put up his right thumb, which he gripped lightly, and put his nose from side to side.

"Silver."

The faces of people in this world are on top of each other, and Lecan still doesn't know exactly how old they are, but this girl is twenty years old no matter what, maybe fifteen. A bright yellow muffler wrapped around his neck is so amateur, it's called a sign and a good deed, he doesn't look like a very adventurous person.

Short red hair is bouncing here and there. Burning red eyes strike me.

This girl is magical. And it has a pretty powerful magic power.

Nevertheless, I got one piece of information.

The Adventurer seems to have a Grade. I don't know how many silver grades come from the top or from the bottom.

"I am your Eiffen. Nice to meet you, Mr. Lecan, for four days."

That's what the man who spoke to Lecan went up to your stand in his name.

"Now, if you'll excuse me for hurrying, let's just get going. I want to take some distance before the camp."

"Okay. I walk in front of the carriage. The speed fits the carriage. Proceed at a convenient speed."

"Well, then, I'll try to get on the carriage."

"I can't do that. Mr. Edda, you walk behind the carriage."

Seeing that Cheney can fool me, I thought Lekan was an unusable woman.

It's more lucrative to load up on your way home. Yet there is little load on the carrier to increase the speed of the carriage. I mean, I carry a lot of money or valuables that I have to protect. Or there's a reason you have to hurry home even if you throw away your money. Yet I don't know the basics of being an escort when it comes to getting on a carrier and putting an extra burden on a horse, etc.

Besides, these two escorts are completely unknown opponents to their clients and guards who may turn into robbers when. The escorts are good for each other, and they should have enough consideration to keep an appropriate distance from the escort.

Most importantly, there are hidden balls on the client side as well. Eiffen, your master, is magical. I guess that means the back hand when the escort betrays you.

Magic is rare in this world. That rare magical possession will have fallen upon all three, including Lekan himself.