25 - each holiday

"............ This is going to be tougher than I thought."

Thor muttered to himself as he looked up at the mossy stone outer wall.

The height of the stone wall is about the height of three persons, so the upper part of the wall seems to be completely out of reach.

And the length of the wall is more than several hundred paces at a rough estimate.

The stones, which have been exposed to the wind and rain for many years, seem to have been weathered and become quite brittle.

There are several chipped and cracked areas just within sight.

Thor, who is supposed to be on his day off today, is repairing this stone wall.

It all started with a visit from Dadan, the head of the town.

The other day, the town chief inadvertently left his hair growing, but it seems that he was allowed to stay at Deputy Director Sacco's house that day after all.

After enjoying his full head of hair for a whole day, he came to Thor's lodgings this morning.

Dadaan's head was restored and he immediately lowered his hairless head.

"I'm sorry, but could you do me a favor?"

Dadan's request was to repair a badly damaged part of the outer wall.

It would have cost several dozen gold coins if he had asked the Temple of the Earth God Gai'dalos to do the job.

However, it is said that the budget for this project is not readily available.

It has been nine years since this town was directly exposed to the threat of monsters.

The memories of those days have already faded to a certain extent, and the number of those who feel threatened is dwindling among the residents.

The guards, as evidenced by their disheveled appearance, have come to believe that their work is little more than scarecrows.

Many would rather raise the salaries of their employees or invest in useful public goods than fix the walls of a city that is less likely to be attacked.

"Fine. But it's not good to fix it openly, so it's only a first aid measure.　

"Oh, thank you. I've got a bad feeling about this because our main force is on an expedition to Bossalia right now,....... And there are a few minor reports coming in."

It is difficult to refuse when a person to whom you are indebted bows down to you.

As Thor unconsciously scratched the underside of his chin, Dadaan turned mysterious and continued to speak.

"I know it's shallow of me to turn my back on you," he said. But I have no shame in protecting the people of this city.

"I'm the one who was stubborn, don't worry about it."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. ......"

So today Thor is not in the forest, but roaming around under the wall.

As it was a personal request, he was rewarded with a loan to the mayor and a few magical stone tools that Dadan had used in the past.

One of them was...

"Well, Tor-chan, I'm doing some research, so don't go too far."

"Okay!"

Although his facial expression was as dull as ever, Moe's voice was filled to the brim with the most pleasant resonance possible.

It was no wonder, then, that the child was astride a shiny, fairly brand-new transport sled.

It was not a wooden one that could be rented at a buying place, but a custom-made one made of silver.

The material from which it was made made it light enough that even a child could carry it under his arm, and the design was refined with many curves.

Moo seemed to like the fact that it bears the emblem of a multi-headed serpent, the master of the labyrinth that Dhadang defeated.

"Moo is getting wind now!"

He was shouting this, and pacing back and forth by the wall.

Thor, who had once again returned his gaze to the stone wall, wondered where he should start.

This stone wall is in the shape of a large horseshoe facing east and encircles the city.

The outer gate is located at the iron head of the horseshoe, and once you step outside, you will see a forest of kobolds spreading out before you.

On the rear side there is a large main gate that leads to the street that runs behind the town.

The boundary between the outer and inner districts was divided by a moat and a bridge.

This bridge was to be dropped as soon as the outer wall was breached by monsters.

In the outer city, there are many adventurers' bureaus and related buildings, and in the inner city, there are residential areas for the general population and temples of the six great gods.

The only temple of the god of fire, Lafarit, is located in the outer city because of its doctrine.

For the residents who do not possess martial or magical skills, adventurers and guards who hunt monsters and protect the city are heroes, but they may not want to call them good neighbors.

With a small shake of his head, Thor shakes off the thought.

The power you have won should be used according to your own desires.

As long as it does not result in inconvenience to others, that is all that matters.

This is Thor's theory.

After a quick look around, Thor decided to start from the north side, which was badly damaged.

Touching the stone wall, he examines the effectiveness of .

First of all, he checks the restoration area.

If you have not been involved with monsters in the past, you are not eligible for this skill.

Fortunately, it seems to be possible to restore the area to a very long time ago, perhaps due to the "outbreak" of monsters that swarmed the area several times in the past.

However, it seems impossible to the entire wall at once.

This is probably because it is beyond the limit of Thor's perception.

For now, let's touch the cracks and return to about ten years ago.

Satisfied with the clean and well-packed condition of the wall, Thor looks next to it and frowns.

The difference was noticeable, as if a clear line had been drawn.

"This is as expected, or it would be noticed. ......"

I don't think anyone would come to such a place, but it is not good to be recognized at a glance.

Looking up at the restored stone wall again, Thor decided to switch to a steady restoration.

"Let's focus on one area at a time..."

I will try to the stone to its original state, limiting myself to areas where it is crumbling considerably.

Thor's mouth relaxes slightly when he finds that he was able to fix only the part he had targeted.

The large chips in the stone make a complete restoration impossible, but the holes and cracks are still filled in nicely.

However, the number of usable times is quickly decreasing with this method.

"This makes me want to use ."

Although the effect is reduced because of the dispersion, it is possible to burn or slice through several monsters at once once once you get used to it.

For magic users, this is a very coveted feature.

Since there is no use in begging for something that is not there, Thor decided instead to try a method that he has been experimenting with lately.

This is a method to quickly find the targeted state of a subject, which he has been thinking of doing something about for a long time.

In the past, he had to read a large number of biographies one by one, but he succeeded in simplifying the process.

The trigger was the intensive training while enduring the itching poison of a large caterpillar the other day.

It was an attempt to master the use of even when I could not concentrate, but when I looked at my history while I was overly conscious of the itch, only the past itchy states came up in a row.

It seems that if we focus on the condition to be searched for like a keyword, we can narrow down the search to some extent.

It would be like picking up only the words you want to read from the pages of a book, ignoring the context.

"intact, intact and ....... This is too old. Okay, here we go."

Thor, who had used up his number of uses in about fifty paces, stretched out significantly.

It had been less than twenty minutes since he had started.

Moe immediately noticed Thor's condition and came up to him, kicking the sled.

"Are you done with your work, Tor?" he asked.

No, we're waiting for the to recover. You can still play with it.

"Okay!"

Thor watches the child as he rides off on his sled in high spirits, and pulls out his sword from the scabbard at his waist.

It is not the usual wooden sword, but an iron sword with a dull gleam.

It is a cheap cast-iron one-handed sword.

It cost five silver coins, enough for a day laborer to earn a month's wages.

Thor had used wooden swords for one reason only: they were cheap.

A wooden oak sword costs four large copper coins, so that ten of these swords would be enough to make up for the cost of one of these swords.

However, in terms of killing power, the iron sword certainly has the advantage.

He picks up the iron sword in his hand and swings it down.

Because it is heavier than the wooden sword, the line of the blade is a little shaky.　

The difference in weight is significant.

Thor's specialties, such as tightening his hand to increase his power and slashing back at high speed, were only possible with the lighter wooden sword.

However, it is true that it is difficult to advance with only a wooden sword, which is inferior in sharpness.

It is also common sense to have more than one weapon at the ready in case of an emergency.

Until we get used to it, for now we just have to swing through.

Thor felt this way and continued to swing the sword until the limit of the number of times he could use was reached.

While fixing the stone walls, he swung the iron sword and sometimes exchanged the magic stone for Mu's sled.

And so Thor's holiday passed.

By the time the bell rings at dusk, the repair of the north wall is almost completed.

The south side is scheduled for the next holiday, and Thor and Moe leave.

We have become quite accustomed to the new search methods of .

I have adapted to the weight of the iron sword to a certain extent, so I am almost ready to put it into action.

Moo has mastered the rapid ascent using the outer wall, and the spinning landing with a twist.

When Thor and his friends returned to their lodgings, Yuril and Sora were cooking dinner in good humor.

They had spent the day cleaning their rooms and doing laundry.

When he returned to his room, he found the underwear he had ordered folded and on his bed.

It seems that Sola had gone to pick them up.

That night, Thor and Moo fell into a deep and satisfying sleep on the sheets glued with slime mucus.