What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

It was an outdoor dining room named Haiyan Pavilion that Don Bragn of Oak took me to.

There are more than a hundred tables lined up there, but there are no chairs. The table is a little higher than my waist, and it's the style of this store to stand, eat and drink. The food and drinks are lined up with lots of stall-like cooking space around, so you can buy whatever you want there and drink it freely.

I was a little worried about what to do with temuzin and strawberries, but Don asked me to be okay. Haiyan Pavilion guests are diverse and there are horse huts where you can keep your horses. The strawberries were carried by Don for each sleeping area. Because the table at the end wouldn't even bother the other guests, I decided to put the sleeping table just beside the table I chose and let the strawberries drink about water as well.

"Is it bad?"

And Don asked me as soon as he drank the first glass of distillery at once. It must be about the strawberries.

"Well done."

I answered honestly. Don is a good one. I don't know when it was, it's not like the oak I did at Deadhead Surveillance Fort...... Even those guys might have been nice ones, but me and them were enemies at that time. Even Don could have killed him if we'd met differently. That's what patrolling is all about.

Don't you know a doctor?

"Isha. Nu. Dongoudua, you mean"

"I don't know what a dongoodoor is - but it's the kind of thing that can cure illness and wounds."

"Sincan, there he is. Human. Same as Omae."

"No, no clerics. Well, he's a cleric, too. But I can't fix it."

"Nu. Again, Dongoudua..."

Don exhaled from his nose and rubbed his chin.

Momohina cashes the shrimp skewers, but they are openly pungent.

Milliu is eating all the sweet food he has found. but instead of eating puckered up at a messed up rate, my expression is dark.

Heinemarie is nagging and drinking a little booze that seems to have been made from animal milk.

Only Gingee looks all over the place eating that and this, and it's weird that she's an oh-ho muhit.

"I don't know."

Don wrinkled between his eyebrows like he was sorry,

"But look, Tetsudaw, I can. My friend, I know something, maybe."

"Enough. It helps."

When I laughed and poked my fist at him, Don knocked his fist out. You must have helped me out.

"Shikashi......"

And, Don clouded his expression.

"Problem, there is"

"What?"

That's what I asked, but I was more or less anticipating.

It was a big win.

Don glanced at his face, squeezing his jaw and showing Gingee.

"It's me."

"What...!?"

Ginger jumped up,

"Me, I did something...?

"Me, Oak. So, not really."

said Don.

"Sikashi, especially humans, no. Vere humans, sailors, sahaggins, dislikes. Very, dislike. Sahagin, the enemy of Vere."

"Yeah eh!?"

Ginzi waved her hands,

"No, no, but that's not a land sahagin, it's a sea sahagin!? Because we shouldn't be in contact with a land sahagin! That's right, that's right, it's definitely not a land sahagin, it's a sea sahagin!

"Nu......"

Don roared low.

"Shikashi, you too, Sahagin, are. Sahagin is Sahagin. Miwake, I can't."

"No, no, no!? That's not true! I don't know, it's obvious from what I've seen, not to mention, uh, first of all, color! Sea sahagins are brighter than our land sahagins! Blue, green, yellow, red! We're like dull blue, I'm the one, but, you know, a lot of brown stuff, right? And then you look a lot different! I don't know what to say, sea sahagins are more giddy and aggressive, we land sahagins are round and cute!? Not at all! I don't want you with me!

"... nuu"

Don's arms are plump.

"Kisaragi, can you hit him? Ursai......"

"Oh. Make sure he doesn't die."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! If a matchy oak like Don punches me like that, I'm a fish bone in one shot!

"Anyway..."

I sighed.

"I have a sahagin in my people, so it might be difficult to cooperate with people in this city."

Don nodded,

"Often, they don't kill me, they're still alive, Monoda"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Was it that dangerous? Even though I'm a land sahagin, not a sea sahagin. No, no, no. It shouldn't be all that bad. Aww!"

and Ginzi held the back of her head and turned around.

Apparently someone threw something at him and that hit Ginger in the back of the head.

Someone, or the one who threw it, is still there. It's human. It's tanned, it's mucky, it's full of facial slurs, and it sucks to have eyes. Yikes. That's quite a strong side. Is he a man of the sea? I'm taking some similarly styled men with me.

Ginger rubbed her head,

"Hey, what the..."

Shut up. Shut up.

The man pointed to Ginger.

"For the most part, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Killed?"

"... I want to be killed."

"Shut up. It's on, fishman. Don't open your mouth. What are you doing?"

"Ah, speaking of..."

Ginger put her hands in front of her mouth and breathed, ha-ha-ha.

"Hmm? Hmm...? I wonder, does it smell...? Normal? I don't think it smells particularly tough... I don't know myself, there may be a peculiar smell or something..."

"Heh...!

The man raised his blue muscle on his forehead and put his hand on a waist bay knife.

Gingee is

"Gyaggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg......!

and I just get all nerdy and taffed up. I totally forgot about the tabletop. You're a pitiful one. If you're involved in sardines, show some temper.

"Die or fish man......!

A man pulls out a bay knife and hits Ginger.

I was tongue-in-cheek and progressing. I don't know what to do, but I can't leave you alone. Well, I broke in between the man and Ginzi thinking I could handle it, and Milliu got me ahead of me.

Milliu skinned a man's bay knife with a Mithrill sword as he rocked and jumped his big opium.

"We see that you have summoned a lot of alcohol."

Milliu smiles and sticks a cut of his sword at the tip of the man's nose.

"But even if you are drunk, I will not forgive you if you are confronted by Lady Xaragi. If you don't need your life, be my guest."

"... whoa, whoa, whoa... er... are you f? Make it an elf..."

The man drank a lot of saliva. My eyes are nailed to Milliu's opium.

Milliu looks embarrassed, regrettable, but patient.

"It's not like Miri-kun."

Momohina pointed the tip of the wand at the men.

"I'm dokan magic, too, and I'm gonna do bokkan. I don't even know if it's too much."

"Huh."

Heinemarie puts up a gun and sets a target for the man.

"You're going to be a good shooter...?

"... what the hell, man?"

The man snorted.

Ginger looks back,

"Mi, ladies and gentlemen..."

The fish's eyes are moist. Sahagin 'tears, too, huh? I didn't think you wouldn't cry, but, hey, it feels like...

I let Milliu draw my sword and step forward.

"You're a sailor."

When asked, the man licked his lips,

"... then what?"

"I've just come to this city. I know exactly what's going on - but I just found out you don't like sea sahaggins. But with me, Sahagin is a sahagin, but a land sahagin. I don't want to be hit by you, let alone killed."

"What have you learned about land sahagins and sea sahagins! Sahagin would be Sahagin though!

"So, for you, no matter where you were born or how you were raised, does this guy always mean the same thing? That's one way of thinking, and if you're equal, you're equal."

"Don't bring humans and sahaggins together!

"That's your idea. Unfortunately, my thoughts are different. Friends are friends to me, whether it's human, Sahagin, Elf, Dwarf or Oak. Even my friends would beat me up if they did something crazy, and one of the fights. But, you know, Ginger's a jerk. He's not saying anything weird. I'm just saying I don't remember what I don't remember."

"... how badly do you think we're burning our hands at Sahagin"

"I don't know. Either way, it has nothing to do with Ginger."

"You think that logic, it works!

"If it doesn't work, do you pull it off? Is your logic that cheap? I believe in my righteousness, even if the whole world denies it. Don't bend it."

"... cum"

The man turned his heel back.

"This is ridiculous! Let's go, dude! It's a waste of time!

Thus the men pulled up, but the heavy air drifted to sink near the table where we are at Haiyan Pavilion. No, it's not a heavy place noise. You can call it disturbing.

"... me, me..."

Ginger, too, is unusual and quiet after hitting earlier.

"... oh, sorry... because of me, something... without me, there wouldn't be any problems like this... oh, yeah, without me... uh, me, because I'm going back to the village..."

"Okay, so"

I had a sip of the beer I had on the table.

"If you want to go home, you can go home. If you really want to."

"... yes, you want to, or you should..."

"Have you ever known if you should do that? Don't leave important decisions to others. Ask yourself. I was wondering if you wanted to jump outside. You have to answer for yourself."

"My answer is... I..."

Ginger nods and whines about something bumpy.

Don came up with something that sounded like a bitter laugh and poked his fist at me, so I hit that fist to strengthen my fist.

The atmosphere around me is still bad. It sucks. As long as you're here, you probably won't get better.

I glanced at the strawberry with my thin eyes open on the bedside.

"Dongoudua, or..."