297 Doug Sightings ① ~ Arrival ~

The 22nd of the Blue Moon.

We're set to leave for Doug, as planned.

At the same time as the evening dawns, complete only minimal tasks such as washing and preparing your luggage. Gill was tilting his neck properly to leave just a few hours earlier than usual.

"Bye. You wouldn't have anything to worry about if Ai-Fa was on it, but one day, be careful."

It was Lem-Dom who dropped us off that way.

Once a day we had to stir the meat that nodded on Pico's leaves, so Fa's absence was to be entrusted to her.

I say hello to Rem-Dom, who feels more wild every time I see him, and we leave the house.

First pick up Tour-Din at the Din family, go down to town via the Luu family settlement and rendezvous with the Michels.

There are thirteen members on their way to Doug, a large enough zone for two luggage cars to fill up.

The baggage truck at Fa's house has a total of six people: I, Zida, Michelle, Mime, Zashma, and I am the one who bluffs the reins.

The luggage cars at the house of Luu total seven people: Dan-Rutim, who blur the reins, Dim-Lutim, Raina-Rou, Sheila-Rou, Limi-Luu, Tour-Din, Barsha,.

From the north and south main streets where the Inn Town is located, head out onto the west street facing the castle gate of the Castle Town, and the rest even go straight ahead.

In such early mornings, there are few other travellers in the streets.

That's how I drove my luggage past the walls of Genos, followed by a path stuck in a depressed grove for a while.

"This Genos is a borderline city that was just pioneered 200 years ago. Only the streets could be splendid, but if you step outside, this is where you live."

Shaken by a luggage car, Zashma, the guide, explained it to me that way.

Nobody tries to make out, so I sit across the street in my seat and I decide to raise my voice, "Really?"

"It's 200 years old in Genos. Which history is it? I've been wondering if it's a town in this land for a long time, because people from the woods who migrated 80 years ago were treated like heretics."

"Oh. It was originally a free border zone where the western people of the detached were only building tiny settlements, where a large river of tanto was discovered, so a party of the Earl of Genos family dispatched from the King's Capital quickly occupied it and built that fine castle of Genos."

"So what happened to the people who originally lived there?

"Yeah? Well, of course, any person who might be useful would have been welcomed as part of Genos, and any person who wasn't would have been banished. Well, the owner of the inn you're imploring must be his native blood.

"Huh? Is that about Milan-Math?

"Oh, yeah. Most of the people in the west don't have a Mr. I don't even know if Sims' culture has changed or what it is. Anyway, all human beings living in Genos should be indigenous bloodlines in the free border zone."

I see. I'm going to be impressed.

So far, the people of the west with Mr. only remember about the Milan-Math family and Siri-Law.

"After that, migrants were gathered from successive neighboring areas to build the foundations of the present Genos. So we went into business with Sims and Jagals, and we developed more and more towns, and it took a hundred years to become one of the biggest cities on the border."

Thus the Genos family gave the title of Marquis, and the three families of Dareim, Turan, and Saturas were to be given the title of Earl.

So - then it wasn't long before we were going to suffer the damage of Gibba, and we were going to welcome the people by the woods as our inhabitants.

"If you think about it, it's a town that's been going through a lot of changes, what's Genos?"

"Right. And we're still in the middle of a transformation."

I said it delightfully, and then Zashma looked at me.

"Still, we're all we've been talking about since earlier. Isn't that a lot of a spicy journey?

There were three reasons for that.

The first is that I = fa is more dedicated to driving luggage in a more serious way than usual.

The other is that Zida is originally an oligarchy temper.

And the last one - because Michelle and Mim are in a whirlpool of parent-child fights.

"My father won't allow me to leave the stall in Inn Town!

When we met in Accommodation Town a few days ago, Mim said so.

"Because there are so many outlaws in the lodging town, insist that it's dangerous for a child like me to open a shop... it's terrible when I'm finally about to complete a dish that I can reveal to you all"

"Yeah, but it does seem like the Inn Town has a lot of noisy incidents, so hey. We're more of a fearful side, so they don't have to be in danger."

"I know that. But then why don't we hire an escort? But my dad says I don't trust people who can hire cheap copper coins."

Then why don't you talk to Zashma, and she'll introduce you to someone you can put your credit on?

I agree, but if we skip Michelle and move on, the good story could get caught up. So I was anxious to get a chance in the morning to give Michelle a suggestion whenever she seemed upset.

That's why Michelle and Mime are each pointing that way at the position on the diagonal, not even trying to speak at all.

I said a word to Zashma, and then I decided to turn my foot to your table.

"Ey-fa, how are you doing there?

"Nothing like this. Yukota, yukota, you're surrounded by woods."

Well-maintained stone paths draw loose curves, while even heading west.

The journey from Genos to Dabbag was about half a day, and if we leave at dawn, we will be able to reach Jomtien.

Yet the path is one diameter, and there is no fear of straying.

"Hey, if you can afford it, can I-Fa join the conversation? I'm not in any trouble myself, but I'd like to keep this air open before we get to Doug."

"I can't afford it. You don't know what kind of danger I'd be in if I lost my mind."

Ai-Fa has stranded so far because he heard about Banaam's mission being attacked by a poisonous bug and losing several tototosses.

I wonder if it brings such misfortune to the precious Gilr that Ai-Fa holds the reins in the hunter's temper.

"No, but a poisonous bug is crawling down the ground and coming up close, isn't it? I thought we were talking about taking a break, not driving.

"I've never been more careful. You don't have to worry about it."

I don't even try to look at me. The side of it was serious in itself.

My golden brown forehead is in the wind and my brilliant forehead is exposed. High nose, thin jaw, very limbic side. Smooth cheeks are spotless, and sharp lighted eyes are coloured with long golden lashes.

You have a beautiful face, I thought once again.

It's not just beautiful, it's a unique elegance of I-Fa, a mixture of sharpness as a hunter and feminine softness.

"... do you still have something for me?

"Oh, no, that's not what I'm saying"

"Then stay quiet on the carriage. … staring at me like that, I could only be distracted"

Before I blushed, I decided to follow my parents' words.

Since that night ten days ago, there has been no significant change in I-Fa.

But maybe there's a small change.

Thanks to the fact that more occasions have come when people have been tender or chilled out at different times than before, and somehow they are out of tune.

But maybe it was the same for me.

In the meantime, I don't think it's been the last few months that I've been seen as an eye-fa in the middle of a conversation.

"I see you're doing well by the woods, too. That's more than anything."

Returning to her seat, Zashma was showing that sociability and speaking to Zida.

The hunter's boy, with red fluffy hair and yellow eyes, still fourteen years old and small in stature, with unbeatable power and power over the people by the woods, returns his words pompous on the mundane Buddha top.

"Masala doesn't have a big town nearby, so I've never been near it before. Is the leopard of a gauje nesting in Masala no less a vicious beast than Giva?

"Oh. It's very dangerous."

"But it sounds like a baroque bird that can be taken in Masala is excellent. Sounds like meat with a lot of value, but I remember my work buddies saying that."

"Oh. Very tasty"

"Right. I'd love to talk to you someday, too.... So you guys are still going to stay by the woods for the time being?

"Oh. I plan on doing that."

"I see. Well, even if the place where you live changes, your hometown is your hometown. If you're not free, you'll have to hurry back."

That's how he turns the conversation around, and Zashma turns to me again.

"This Masala hunter seems to have no less affection than the hunters by the woods. The big hunter running the van over there seemed like a very pleasant person."

"That's Dan-Rutim, and Zashma is the father of Gazran-Rutim."

"Gazran-Rutim?... Oh, that serious woodland hunter. This is something that some parents and children didn't really look alike."

Saying so, Zashma had a flashing grin on his beard.

"I wanted to have a drink with that Gazran-Rutim for once, but I didn't think I'd get that chance with that father. This guy's looking forward to the night."

"Yeah, I'm sure Dan-Rutim and I'll play the story."

"Hmm. Then I guess I should have gotten into that van over there first. It looks like there were two beautiful women on their faces."

When I looked back in surprise, Zashma laughed with such pleasure.

"I don't have to look worried like that because I'm not going to get bored with the people by the woods. But wouldn't it be more comforting to be present with young, beautiful women than hunters and old men on the top of the Buddha anyway?

Speaking of which, Zashma has shown the first time she tried to buy Vina-Lou in copper coins.

I was wondering if that was just playing the head of a fancy business association, but it could have been the land of the outgoing Zashma.

"Kind of looks like Zashma's in a good mood. Are you still happy with the crackling home?

"Right. I'm glad to have some delicious caron meat."

"I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of town Doug is"

When I realize it, I figured I'd just play talk to Zashma.

But that would also be the only thing. Because we were the only two people in this luggage who were dawning because it was a small trip.

Thinking about that, Mim, who was holding her knee in the back corner, shouted "Wow."

I'll nod Zashma and you two head over there.

The rear side of the luggage car had raised its front, from which it was possible to see the surrounding landscape.

Through a section of the grove, the desolate earth was beginning to spread around.

On a land of sand with no water and no air, every rock mass from everywhere glances at his face.

Although it is indeed a slaughtered landscape, the space so spacious that the horizon is likely to be visible is still something that shakes the human mind.

"That's amazing! This is the first time I have seen such an open land besides the fields of Dalaim!

Mim smiles back at me.

I was just glad Mim was laughing at me, but Zashma was "hmm" and rubbing her mandible on the urchin.

"But this guy is a barren wilderness. I don't have a water field and I can't take a crop, so I guess this is how they throw it off. Living here is like poisonous insects and sand lizards, right?

"Still, they kind of hit me in the chest! It's the first time I've left Genos."

"Well, most humans nod their bones without moving a step from where they were born. It's natural to think it's unusual."

Laughing, Zashma embarked on herself and saw the northern direction watermarked.

"The territory to the west is vast, but the places where humans can live are very limited. On the border with Mahdra, there is still a lot of blood being shed from the takeover of territory. You guys should be thankful that you were born in peaceful Genos."

"Yes, it's all Selva's business."

After that, he took a break to put aside for two hours and even continued to drive west.

A big caravan on the way must be a bunch of people going to Genos to sell carons of meat. As the sun grows higher, it's also unlike Sim's travelers who drive Totos on their own or unidentified luggage. Each time, Ai-Fa showed the colour of the tension, but fortunately he was never turned to a burglar or anything else disguised as a traveler.

During the break, burn the poisonous insect repellent leaves to rest your tired body. Even though there is some suspension, it can still drain your health just because you're rocked by a luggage car. There should have been a considerable burden on Ai-Fa and Dan-Rutim, among other things, as lords, but they are tough woodland hunters there. Neither of them tried to give Totos' reins to the others.

That's how I scissors two breaks, and when I run my luggage all the time for six hours - finally, I see Doug.

"Well, that's the border with town."

What Zashma says was the shadow of the fence of trees lapping north and south.

As if breaking the world apart, a wooden fence made of marutai runs from north to south.

But only a fence is a fence. It can be seen from this distance that it looks sturdy, but the height seemed lower than the human height.

"Well, that's a fence to keep Karon away. There's no way we can build enough stone walls to surround the ranch all over Doug, is there? With the Inn Town of Genos and the Dalaim, it's not the stone walls that protect the town, it's the humans."

As his homeland approaches, Zashma's expression seems to be finally becoming brighter.

Running his luggage for about half an hour like that, he finally arrived at Doug.

At the entrance of the town, the stone streets are cut off and the square about ten meters long. Straight ahead, he hit the wooden fence, and there stood two soldiers with spears.

If you look closely, that's the only way the fence can be opened and closed, and on the other side you can see the shadows of the wooden buildings and the Totos connected to the trees.

That was the back door of the town, and the story was that they were its gatekeepers.

The building behind them, they say, is the barracks they pack.

When Ai-Fa and Dan-Rutim stop their luggage in front of the fence, the younger soldier comes up with a voice, not even the wind he feels.

"You're the ones with the unfamiliar style. What can I do for you, Doug?

They are soldiers in leather armor who are nowhere near so different from the guards of the Inn Town of Genos.

It doesn't feel so stylish, and the sight of us is mild to the percentages.

"We're Genos people. I came to Doug for business."

First, Zashma, the guide, gets out of the luggage, smiles and approaches the soldiers.

"By the way, I'm the only one born in Doug. He was raw on Marotta's ranch in the North District, but now makes" Guardian "his business. Well, this is the Guardian's proven jewelry."

"Well, did Marotta's father have such a fine son? And I was afraid of the stone guardian."

The soldier gets a more unraveled look, while he jumps his gaze at the luggage car.

"But it's a lot of business to be able to hire a regular Guardian. Instead, it's a lot smaller."

"What, small but fine people. There's no one in Genos who doesn't know about it."

"Right. Well, let me just put it through."

We're all getting out of the van.

In order to enter the Doug, you have to undergo one scrutiny that Genos does not have.

"Now let me see your right shoulder"

The hunters rip off their fur capes and I wrap my T-shirt sleeves around them.

The ladies just wear a translucent veil and their shoulders are peeled off, so there's no need to rip anything off. Balsha, who is wearing leather armor today, just needs to wrap her sleeves around, just like me.

In the kingdom of the west, there exists a lesson to untie sinners. It was a review to make sure that no major crimes had been committed in the past, or that no major sinners, etc. were or are still being arranged.

It's just an examination at the top of the street, but I guess this will still help keep the town safe. Because these kinds of inquisitions do not exist, there are rough people gathered in the Inn Town of Genos.

"Well, I guess Genos is letting so many guards defend the town instead of putting all that effort into it. It's all about the Lord."

Zashma and others, he said, as such.

Either way, it's an inquisition.

The soldiers with spears, one from the right and one from the left.

One of them eventually stopped perfectly in front of Zida.

He was not talking to Zashma, he was an old soldier.

The soldier looked into Zida's face and said, "Yeah?," he began to lean his neck.

"What's wrong with you? You're not supposed to be mixed up, are you?

When Zashma called suspiciously, the soldier raised an obscure voice, "Oh."

"It's not like I suspect you're a sinner. It's just... I'm just a little surprised you look just like the big sinner who solved the arrangement ten years ago."

Zida is silently looking back at the soldier's face.

Then Barsha, standing a little further away, gave a chuckling voice.

"Oh, because there's no such thing as a western people with yellow eyes in their red hair. But he's someone else. Compared to the big sinners that were arranged, even the back length would be a little short, wouldn't it?

"I know. He was executed in Genos ten years ago. Half of it was a sin I don't remember."

Apparently, one thing about the Redbeard Gollum is still passed down to this Doug.

But I'm sure you wouldn't even dream about this Barsha and Zida being their partner and son, etc. The old soldier caught sight of a bit of nostalgia for the past, while working on the rest of the members' quarantine.

"Okay, you don't seem to have a problem.... Once again, welcome to Doug. Let's do some good business."

"Oh. I'll let you pass by tomorrow at noon."

On Zashma's signal, we got back in the van.

Slip through the stiffness of the small barracks and start going down the dirt road, which is no longer stoned.

"Come on, finally, this is where Doug comes from. Go down the road first."

On the left and right side of the road there was a sloppy line of wooden huts, which hid what the ranch looked like.

As far as I'm concerned, my chest is just pounding because I couldn't confirm Karon's appearance in such a distant view.

"Hmm. I haven't seen you in years, but I knew this place wasn't turning into anything.... Asta, you can head over to my house first, not the inn, right?

"Yes, it's a waste of time, so I'd like to be the first to visit Karon's ranch"

"Okay. Then get in that right-hand road ahead of you."

"Got it," nods Ai-Fa on your stand.

Suddenly my sight opened when I let Ey-Fa circle Gill's neck like he was told.

It is a small road, stuck in a wooden fence.

Spread across that fence are both blue and grassy pastures.

From the subsequent luggage truck, there were surprise voices like "wow" and "yah".

I'm sure you saw the same thing as me.

The figure of a giant beast roaming through its ranch.

"Is that Karon..."

I'm supposed to get myself out of the side of your podium.

It has a really big figure. It is the same size or more as Holstein I know.

However, the figure does not resemble that of a cow.

What the hell should I describe this?

Anyway, he's got a thick fleshy body, and his neck and limbs, they're a little thick.

The figure on the tip of the thick neck is the big head that came out of the nose.

I don't see any horns or fangs.

Oval tiny ears grow a little from the top of my head.

The fur covering the entire body is still brown and white, and the shape of the body is completely revealed because it is short haired.

If you dare say so - it could have looked like Baku.

The long, lazy nose and dull body shape remind me of that laid-back, ungrasping animal.

Except he's so much bigger than Baku I know.

The biggest one, for example, is likely to be about two meters long.

But the movement is slow and everyone is eating grass at their feet in the first place.

This seemed to be the caron, which, as an ingredient, could not at all see the same as Kimmus while getting the opportunity to handle it there.

"... looks like this is another much more swallowing beast"

And Ai-Fa lifts up his voice from the platform of your servants.

"But it's huge. If it strikes us, it will be no less a threat to Gibba."

"Right. Let's be careful not to get trampled."

"You're not kidding, are you? We should listen carefully to the words of the humans we are familiar with and behave in such a way that they are never in danger"

"I said I know. Don't worry."

When I responded with a smile, I was flanked by Ai-Fa.

Anyway, our social studies tour was set to start very relaxed.