Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

The luggage truck that Krull tows continues to the forest entrance. Until yesterday, it has changed and the light is shining there.

Occasionally, it would be the small animals that were unzarred by the long rain that the down-growing would shake. I didn't fail to be vigilant on the road just in case, but I could also see deer in the distance.

After a while, the wolves must also begin to roar to fill their hungry bellies. That would bring back the usual forest.

I accidentally leak a bitter smile into our situation, which is the opposite.

"What's wrong?

Look at me, Deanna's calling. I shook my head.

"No, it's not a big deal. The woods are totally trying to get back together when they say we're so stuffed with chopped feathers. He said he felt kind of left out."

Technically, the ground is still wet. Except for that, the forest is almost "always”.

"Aren't we going to have to do all this? It's not your fault, is it?

"That's right..."

I certainly don't have a direct cause. Helen was caught saying that one of the causes of this was the spill of our product to the Imperial side, but that didn't happen if the Imperial people hadn't done it in the first place. It's almost close to a match pump when you think about it that way.

That said, I am still certain that my product is like this based on it, and that the area is inseparable.

But we might have to split that up as something that's already happened there. There was no way to prevent it.

Only to "make all products out of the door" if there is one, but this is unrealistic. I'm already out there.

I talked to Deanna two or three words about that, and I drew my consciousness back to my perimeter alert.

The wet road never took the legs of a Krull and a luggage truck more than I was worried about, and approached the forest entrance at a pace just a little slower than usual.

Perhaps, but what's suspicious about this neighborhood is that it's passed down to the one who's directing the raid. If you want to keep an eye out, we must stand out. It's not a horse, it's a dragon.

"What do you want to do?

And Liqué looked back from the table, and said, We have four options.

Proceed at the usual speed, slower and more vigilant than usual, or, conversely, increase the speed and run through. The last one is here to stop and scold.

They are all long and short, but I don't want to stand out much more than "coming out of the black woods".

"Let's go at the same speed as usual. Deanna and Helen are on alert. Please don't."

"Yeah, okay."

Of course.

Listening to my words, Rike nodded and manipulated the reins. Krull follows it and keeps walking as usual.

Me, Deanna and Helen ran their eyes around. Lucy's got her face out of the carriage too and she's got her nose knocked out, so maybe she's helping me.

There was nothing out of the woods. Only the plains as usual are in the light of day.

Keep going out onto the street. We were relieved for a moment, but when they targeted us there, that was dangerous. Tighten your mind and continue along the streets at a faster rate as usual.

I didn't care when it would hit me from the plains, but eventually I could see the city's outer walls. I'm about to lose my mind again, but I can't feel safe until I get to the entrance.

"Helen."

When I spoke, Helen came closer to me. I know you probably won't ask, but I'm checking you out with a stupid big voice, and I don't have the in-laws to tell you how stupid and honest I am.

"Behind you?

"None"

"That's a quick answer."

"This is the kind of place that Atai is good at. I know where to look."

"I see."

Are you okay with professional mercenary ink? All you have to do is be patient until you see the guards.

When I turned my back on my mind, I looked around again.