466 Its hard to walk in the desert. (1/2)

I managed to finish the soup dish with Lassie Juice for you.

I looked around the dewstore for other things, but Jaisar seems to eat soup and stir-fried meat with spices instead of bread as the staple.

Some of them were fierce eaters with plenty of spices and olive oil on their bread.

Maybe if I were you, I wouldn't be able to swallow it without withstanding the spiciness.

Whatever you eat on my level right now. I couldn't let go of Lassie Juice.

For one thing, when my stomach swells, I try to stay away from the hustle and bustle and head to the center.

Jaisar is a city where water resources are at its centre. I wanted to take a look at the oasis that is the key to the city.

I came to the center after being told if I needed water or not.

In front of you is a large source of water.

Looking at it this way, it looks like there's usually a reservoir all over the city, but if you look at the view in the distance, it's indisputable desert. This is an unmistakable city in the corner of the desert.

Comparing it this way, it seems like a miracle that beautiful water exists in a place where there is only such sand.

I heard that the desert sometimes has groundwater sources by the way, but did it erupt by chance or did someone dig it out?

It would be amazing to see this much abundance of water on a thirsty earth.

The surroundings of the oasis were properly cobbled and the benches were arranged.

There are many soldiers patrolling with spears.

Again, I guess I'm keeping an eye out for someone not to prank because it's a water resource that can be considered life in the city.

But there's no such thing as a tough vibe in the oasis.

The people who are coming here are neat somewhere, too.

I guess there are only water sources that everyone cares about and no one tries to do something about it sooner.

Well, in a city where the most important thing is water, you don't know what to do if you take a coarse phase involving water.

As I walk around the oasis, I see the kids pumping water with buckets.

Soldiers keep a good eye out, but don't seem angry just because they approached the waterfront on their own.

I'll try to get close too. He seems to be clean enough because of the desert zone.

”Drop it...”

The water was soggy when I tried it by hand. Not as warm as the temperature of the bath, but raw.

After all, the temperature of the water there also seems to be higher when it's so warm.

Sit on the bench and neat without particularly drinking water.

If it is the village of Coriat, it should be hit by quite a bit of cold. But I don't feel that at all when I'm coming to a cold place with a metastasis.

What a luxury it is to be able to indulge in the warmth of the sun in this way when it is the middle of winter.

Leaving his back deep on the bench and relaxing, the street became noisier.

Looking around, I could see people walking soothingly or sitting on the bench running out at a glance.

What? What? Something terrible happened to the relaxed people running out of nowhere.

In a hurry, I run off the bench to see what's going on, even as I prepare to escape with my metastasis.

When I stopped by the hustle and bustle, there seemed to be a lot of people gathering and cheering.

I don't know what's going on with people's enthusiastic screams and rising temperatures, and I'm moving onto the right roof.

Looking down the street from the roof, there were women walking wide with canes that seemed to be bent warriors and wizards with light black skin.

At the center of the line is a creature like a mole, with a massive supply on its back.

Is it a famous adventurer or mercenary here? Or the merchants? I feel that people's reactions are absurd.

”Oh, little traveler? You're in a great place.”

A woman's face came out of the building window, speculating, for example.

I'm on the roof now. If you're a landlord, you'd be about to get pissed off about where you came from.

”Excuse me, I was just wondering about this noise”

”Oh, you'd be surprised if you weren't familiar with this neighborhood. The people downstairs are desert hauliers. Warriors across the desert selling supplies from the city to the city and sending people. In desert cities that tend to rely on supplies from outside, they are heroes.”

Water will be more abundant than elsewhere because this is an oasis, but there are still plenty of daily necessities, vegetables, iron products and things that are missing.

They carry them at risk, but they're just heroes from the townspeople.

If they don't come and sell us supplies every day, even the residents of this city will have their lives dry.

”Well, that sounds more popular than a half-breed adventurer.”

”Definitely.”

Yeah. The profession that kids admire when they do it and see it with sparkling eyes must be a haulier.

”By the way, how do you get out of there?

After watching for a while, a woman asks with a jealous view.

If I was appropriately boisterous, I thought the other side would get tired of pulling in first, but that's not going to happen in there.