Chapter 36

Episode 36

“...Where does the dog bark?”

“Why do you keep digging your ears, master?”

“It’s itchy.”

Damian cleared his ears as he came down the hillside. It was because my ears were itchy.

As if someone is swearing at you, your ears are itching and you can’t stand it.

However, there was only one young ant around, and Damian felt that he had completely escaped Sellars Valley as soon as the dazzling sunlight shone.

[Notice: New location information has been updated!]

[Current location: Conneil Village]

[Notice: World map information has been updated!]

A mountain village located at the edge of Terra, and the first request he received from the adventurer’s guild.

It was < Coneil Village >.

“The air is nice.”

“Where is this again, master?”

“Where? It will work.”

Damian put the wad that was fluttering above his head into his bosom and moved on.

It was narrowly safe.

Originally, Damien had planned to spend two days on Sellars Valley and Fabre Forest, but he wasted quite a bit of time due to an unexpected collision with Jeungsan Industries.

In addition, after the enraged Mingchen ordered to track down Damian, Damian had to spend half a day more than expected to PK.

It was like anti-coercion.

Of course, the enormous experience points and various goods he could gain in the process could not be ignored, but since the first request from the guild was the first one, there was nothing good about being late.

“Are you there?”

Cleverly—

Damien knocked on the door of a log cabin located at the highest point while climbing the village of Conneil, which reminded him of Machu Picchu in Peru.

If his guess was correct, the house with the highest status here in Conneil Village must have been that house.

“Nush?”

“I came from the adventurer’s guild.”

“Adventurer... Guild?”

“yes. I heard you filed an appeal with the government office.”

“Ohhhhh...!! You’re finally here!!”

As Damian said, the owner of the log cabin widened his eyes.

It was < Albert >, the chief of Conneil Village.

As Damian said, Albert had sent an appeal to the authorities, which, according to common sense, was not such a big deal.

In the mountain village of Conneil, it was a very important matter as it could decide the fate of the village.

Usually, the countryside was bound to show vigilance towards outsiders, but the matter was serious enough to immediately release its vigilance towards Damian.

“Please sit down! The fixer came from far away, so I’ll treat you with something!”

“Ah yes. thank you.”

Albert offered a seat, and Damian stepped inside.

It was a small village house.

From the outside, there is nothing particularly noteworthy about it, but if I had to pick one, it would be a carpet made of sheep’s wool and hairs piled up in one corner.

And while Damian took his eyes off the carpet at Albert’s continued words, he was able to recall the name of the quest once again.

“At some point, the sheep in the village keep disappearing. Although the mountains around here are rough... the number is decreasing day by day.”

“How many sheep are missing?”

“It seems like twenty less every week. It’s to the point where he’s dried up. Where did all those sheep go...”

< The village where the sheep disappeared >.

The crisis in Conneil Village was literally ongoing.

“When did it start to decline specifically?”

“I think it was about a month ago. In our village, we tend sheep collectively.”

And Damian decided to listen to the conversation between the two, who had been scrambling for a while while answering Mungchi’s words.

He didn’t know what happened to Joseph who wanted to go out and the villagers who stopped him, but sometimes he could get an unexpected harvest from a trivial place.

“But why did you block the door like that? Do humans here talk like that!”

“That’s not it... Maybe because they thought a boy named Joseph was the culprit.”

When Munchchi asked overhead, Damian looked at the log cabin and rubbed his chin.

It was nothing unusual.

A boy who grew up without an old woodcutter who took him in as blood, and no other relatives.

According to Albert, the old woodcutter had recently died of a chronic disease, and Joseph had been going from house to house doing some work and getting food.

It was like a kind of housemaid’s meal.

Joseph’s tending sheep was also an effort to blend into the village, and his personality, no matter how bright he was, was not enough to feed him.

But...

“In a situation where you almost manage the village common property by yourself. bad reputation. Even material damage that could threaten the existence of the village. Even if you didn’t go on a witch hunt, it’s okay.”

“Is that so, master?”

“huh.”

While Damian reviewed the situation of the village, he realized that the village of Conneil was more rational and common sense than he thought.

It was because it was nothing short of a miracle that the boy, on whom everyone’s suspicions were focused, was alive in a remote mountainous area where fists were usually closer than the law.

“hello?”

“No... Huh?”

As Damian approached the log cabin, the middle-aged man turned his head.

It was the man who was wrestling with Joseph.

A face that looked like it would lie down at any moment, perhaps because a blood band had been erected on its neck just a moment ago.

And when Damian seemed interested in the log cabin, the middle-aged man clicked his tongue and turned his head to look at him.

It seemed that all 50,000 affections had already been lost.

“What is the adventurer mercenary doing here? I thought you were talking to old Albert.”

“It’s because we’re on our way to talk. How is Joseph?”

“Joseph? What’s that guy...”

Poof!

As Damian chinned, the middle-aged man covered his ears.

It was because of the booming voice that rang through the door.

– Please open this, please!! Now is not the time to be like this!!

Bang bang bang!

It is natural for the middle-aged man to cover his ears when he is knocking on the door as if to break it.

“...as you see. After all, he’s a good guy. I wonder if I ate the firebox of the train.”

“aha.”

And at the same time as the middle-aged man wrinkled his forehead, Damian wondered if it might be outside the door that was rather humiliating.

It’s been about four days since the boy was locked up, but Joseph has been saying the same thing all along.

Albert and the villagers were so neurotic at Joseph’s words.

“It hurts so much that I am going to die. This is how I got to lie down first before the village sheep disappear.”

Whoa!

Eventually, the moment when the middle-aged man sighed and shook his head as if he was fed up...

“Let’s meet again.”

“...Hmm?”

Kududeuk!

Suddenly, leaving the middle-aged man behind, Damian began to put his fists on the door, trying to break down the nailed gate at any moment.

“Joseph? You’d better stay away from the door.”

– What? who are you?

Wedge love!

And Damian’s fist pierced the log cabin’s gate.