17 15 Merchant Randell (2/2)
We just want information, too, so we decided to get on with his suggestion. But you don't owe your life that light, do you?
Instruct Fran to speak.
”Can I escort you to town?
”Oh, yeah. Right.”
Hmm. You're laughing bitterly.
”In exchange for the information you want to know, the escort fee is just fine”
”Ha. That's funny. I like it! Get in.”
”Mmm.”
”I'm Randall. And you?”
”Fran.”
”Well, say hello on the road, Fran.”
Before you get in the carriage, don't forget to rip off the horns of the goblins. And I asked the man quickly. Well, Fran asks.
”Can you sell a goblin horn?
”Goblin horns? Wow, they're so cheap. For once, it's a magic catalyst, but the quality sucks.”
Oh, my God, is that so? You let him rip it off and lose it. But Randell speaks further.
”But evil men are recommended to be exterminated as soon as they are discovered, so take them to the Adventurer's Guild and you'll get paid.”
The description I saw in the appraisal also said extermination recommendations. When you think about it, it's a lot of arbitrary explanations.
Anyway, it was obviously an explanation from a side hostile to goblins. In the first place, who's writing that explanation? God? If so, it must be God on the side that destroyed the Evil God. It was a mess biased content, and it clearly stated that it was evil.
From the goblin side, maybe they have a fair amount of justice and think humans are evil.
I don't have any complaints. 'Cause it was after I killed the scattered goblins. To that explanation, they're actually good, they're just scared of their faces, they're carefree. If it said something like that, I would have felt just as guilty. It said evil, which made me feel exonerated. Instead, the hunt was as long as it took.
That might be the purpose of the one who drew the description. Maybe he's going to burn me down and let me hunt the evil people in the rival faction.
The one who wrote the description, is it still God? With that said, the voice of a man I heard when I was reincarnated into this world. That could be God. So, a pretty good guy? You did. At least it didn't sound like the wind you were trying to trick me into manipulating. No, is that the operation? No, no, but............... Stop. If you suspect a dark cloud in the absence of information, you have no kiri. Well, there's no harm done so far, and let's not think in depth.
”But I've never been attacked by a bunch of goblins on a street like this before.”
”Really?
”Oh, the streets are patrolled regularly by adventurers.”
You're an adventurer. Looks like there's a guild, and this is fantasy, isn't it? I look forward to going to the guild now.
”One or two goblins can drive you back.”
By the way, this is what Randell's status looks like.
Name: Randell Age: 39
Race: Human
Occupation: Merchant
Status: Normal
Status Level: 20
HP: 62 MP: 85 Arms: 30 Health: 31 Agility: 34 Intelligence: 45 Magic: 40 Dexterity: 41
Skills
Carriage: Lv3, You: Lv2, Negotiations: Lv2, Arithmetic: Lv5, Commerce: Lv6, Skills: Lv3, Speech: Lv2
Title
None
Equipment
Spears of inferior iron, breastplate of cowhide, coat of spider thread
Well, you won't beat goblins one-on-one, but if they're surrounded, they're going to be tough. Rather, it's level 4 but beyond Mr. Randell, with a terrible amount of cheats for Fran's status.
”Hi, it looks like the Warcraft movement has been active for the past month or so.”
A month ago. That's when I was attacking area five.
”Why?”
”I don't know. But on the plains of the Demon Wolf, something may have happened.”
”The Devil Wolf Plains?
”Don't you know? It's a Class A enchantment just east of here.”
”Are you famous?
”Of course. It's inferior to the top 10 demons, but it's A-grade.”
Demonic Realm seems to refer to the dominant realm of the Warcraft, including dungeons and the like. It was ranked G-S with each degree of hazard, and grade A was the second from the top.
Above A, there's only a shitty S-class place called the Ten Great Demons Realms, so even Class A can be considered dangerous enough.
Were you hunting in a place like that, me? With that said, the boss was strong.
Just one thing that bothers me. Let Fran ask the question.
”Why do you say the plains of the Demon Wolf?
On that plain, there were few werewolf type warcraft. Rather, the area boss was a cat family. I didn't know why it was called the Devil Wolf's Plain.
”A long time ago, there was a legend that an S-class warcraft named Fenrill died in that plain. They still have Fenrill's magic in the heart of the plain. Because of this, the more you go to the center, the weaker the Warcraft, the more interesting it is.”
Oh, my God, was it the magic of Mr. Fenrill and I that thought it was the junction? Besides, you think he's dead already? Without that juncture, it would have been a more harsh life, and I would definitely like to thank Mr. Fenrill. It's just that what I was stabbing at a place like that had to do with anything? Don't worry about it.
”At the center of the plain, they say there's something like an altar, but they don't know what it's from. A lot of people looked into it, but it seems to remain unknown.”
”Huh? Me? You have no information that the sword was stabbed?
”On the altar, is there a sword stabbed?
”Sword? Come on, you've never heard of it”
”Hmm. I thought you might know where I came from, but wouldn't it be so easy?”
Randell had no further information. Too bad.
”The Wolf's plain is surrounded by a special forest that absorbs magic, the Forest of Exhaustion.”
That made me struggle, too. It's a place I never want to go in again.
”Because of that, the Warcraft of the Wolf's Plains don't come out, but it's not like they have no effect at all. Once every few years, there's a territorial battle, and there's a battle between big warcraft.”
I see, is that like changing generations of area bosses?
”At that time, the forest of depletion and the warcraft living around it become frightened and very aggressive. Scared by the signs of the mighty warcraft, the fleeing warcraft may appear in the streets. Didn't we have a territorial dispute this time?
This is totally my fault, isn't it? Whatever, hunt all the area bosses. The aftermath of that battle has spread all the way around here. Hepei.
Randell was unsure whether to turn back the street or not, but when he returned, he couldn't make it to the deadline for the haulage request, so he said he had been forced to move on.
Ha ha. I'm sorry, Mr. Randell. To apologize, don't flatter the escort fee that you were planning to make a fuss of. No, seriously, I'm sorry.