Kujonin

Marquez's mushrooms were ordinary brown mushrooms, not red and white dot patterns.

However,

"This mushroom makes the monster huge"

The effect is like the example.

"I failed to learn the skills. I don't have much skill in using monsters. Only this guy can use them."

Marquez said he picked up a mascara that was running under his feet.

There are two or three times as many mascaras as seen in town.

Some individuals are excreting beside the mushrooms, indicating that they are embodied.

"It's useful because it has a high fertility and grows quickly."

"Does this mascara grow any more?"

Versa asks.

"Oh, there are individual differences, but this size is the limit of mascara. If it evolves, it will be different again, because it will be released before that."

"release?"

Perhaps the horde of mamaskull you saw when you came to the island was Marquez's calculation?

"Once every 10 days, let go of the mamascals that have grown too large. The monsters on the island grew because they ate these. I'm taking the magic stone out of that corpse and using it to run a dungeon. "

Marquez said, pointing at the giant fieldbore corpse.

"Why does Mamascal carry corpses into dungeons?"

"I think there's probably a homecoming instinct. I'm keeping a record of that area, but would you like to see it later? I wanted to ask a professional magician."

"Of course!

Bersa's eyes shone.

"By the way, we released yesterday, and a monster corpse was brought in at midnight. This wasn't the case before, but what do you guys do?"

"Oh, maybe that's because of this."

I took out the confused bell.

"this is?"

"When you hear the sound of these bells, there is a certain probability that the monster will be in a state of confusion. A giant monster was eaten by the hordes. ''

To be honest, Marquez looked at the bells of confusion,

"Confusion. I see. I have something interesting."

I was nodding.

When I was watching mushrooms and mascaras with Versa for a while, the mascaras gathered around me for some reason.

"Oh, monsters come closer to people with higher magical powers. If you can control the magical powers, try to keep them as low as possible."

I haven't done much, but when I tried it was not perfect, but it did.

I don't think it's my heart, but I think the number of mascaras coming down has decreased.

Just a few, clinging to my leg, didn't leave.

"I don't like it, let's go to the working room before being peeed."

Marquez took us to a location like a warehouse office.

The work room was like Marquez's private room, with a large workbench and bookshelves, as well as a small kitchen and potted plants with unidentified plants.

There was a door that continued into the back.

"Next door is a bedroom"

Marquez lit a fire in the kitchen and put the pot on top.

Bersa immediately began selecting books on the bookshelf.

"Oh, everywhere is a record."

As Marquez taught Versa, he piled up the books on the workbench and began reading it devouringly.

The book seems to be his own work made of demonic leather.

"It's dexterous."

"Well, I've failed a lot of books. Look, this is a spine."

Certainly, the book at the end of the bookshelf was badly shaped and tattered.

Marquez takes dried tea leaves from a small barrel and starts preparing tea.

"Ah, is there a tea plantation?"

"Yes! Actually, the management of the dungeon is out of control. Recently, I've been just over there.

"Yes, if you like it."

"Okay! Let's go after a little tea!"

"Oh, if you like, why don't you put your tea in this bag and drink it in the tea plantation?"

"Oh, can you do that? Good!"

"Bersa, what do you do?"

Versa, who is reading the book while licking her tongue, keeps her eyes on the book,

"I will not go"

And turn the page.

In this situation, you probably don't need tea.

With only a water bag, Marquez and I put only a pot or hot water in an item bag and head to what is called a tea field.

The tea plantation was just out of the working room.

When I got off the well like Dokan, there was a small tea plantation.

The ceiling is still blue.

The rooms are not very large, but in good condition.

"I'd recommend it to Geist Taylors, but they don't seem to like it much.

"I see, a good tea plantation."

In fact, there is a very quiet and pleasant wind.

"Thank you"

I took the Forest Rabbit's fur out of an item bag and made it a rug.

While drinking tea, Mr. Marquez talked about the difficulties of getting tea seedlings and how to make a mat, and a relaxing time passed.

"Yes, yes. Marquez, do you know anything about tolerance skills?"

"Ah, after all, it's true for those who are displaced. I know, but I do not recommend it."

"What? Why?"

"Actually ..."

Marquez said that after seeing the world's adventurers die easily, he quickly developed resistance skills.

Keep your eyes on production skills and magic skills.

"I didn't take that much offense because of the strength I had in the first place. I was really desperate to improve my defenses and resistance skills. I didn't want to die, and I didn't want to lose any friends at that time."

Apparently, there were friends when he was summoned as a hero.

"When I raised all my defense skills, what emerged was a special skill called" Immortal Body. "I was a shield, so I immediately assigned skill points. There was a favorite elf in the party That might have been the reason. ''

Elves are a long-lived race.

Did you think that if you were immortal, you could stay together for a long time?

"However, in a dungeon, we were all wiped out."

"e!?"

"Naoki, what do you think of the dungeon if you remove the dungeon core?"

"Well, I don't know."

"Swallow everything in the dungeon."

Marquez's finger, which remembered the past memory, is faintly shaking.

It may be a very scary memory, a painful memory, or both.

"Three months after the dungeon collapsed, I returned to the ground. Only I was immortal and survived. All other friends were swallowed up in the dungeon and died during the three months. The only thing left is the dungeon core held in my hand and this non-dying body. "

I couldn't find any words to say and just breathed.

"People are overconfident when they have the skills. What they need is not the body that does not die, but the knowledge that keeps them from dying. So I'm studying dungeons while creating dungeons on this island "

"…Is that so"

Only words that had no meaning were squeezed out.

I regretted asking the question.

"So I'll advise you as a translocator. Skills are just skills. Skill points should be used to enjoy life."

Marquez's words were heavy words for me now.

"It's time to return."

Raised, Marquez stood up and said.

"Yes"

I agree and get up.

"Oh, yes. Naoki, can I ask you as an adventurer?"

"what is it?"

"If you ever visit the Elven Village, look for a daughter named Sonia. When he dies, his soul will return to his hometown under the World Tree, and his soul will be reborn."

"understood"

It must have been an Elf who was a friend of Marquez in the past.

"And another one ..."

Unpalatable. I can't accept another request that can be expected.

"I don't want to learn skills that take away people's skills. Of course, I don't know if they have such skills, and if they do, I can't introduce them to Marquez."

If someone who has lived for more than 300 years with skills suddenly loses that skill ...

I can't kill Marquez like that.

"... hah, why don't you come to drink tea sometimes?"

"Oh, sorry. I misunderstood. I understand. Sometimes I come to this island."

I was filled with embarrassment and sorry.

"Did you look ahead ..."

When I folded the forest rabbit's fur and wrapped it in an item bag, I felt like Marquez was shouting.