16 Chapter 1-14 Precursors of Disaster

It had been about two years since the King had come to visit Kukri village and the season was springing.

What has changed in the last two years is that Uncle Haust has created a garrison near Kukri village and soldiers and doctors have arrived.

But it was during the first, the villagers were welcoming, but because the majority of the soldiers had a bad pattern, a transverse and high-pressure attitude, eventually the villagers and soldiers became in conflict.

One of the reasons for this was the establishment of a restricted forest access area.

The restricted area was determined by the coexistence of the heads of the soldiers who had been sent in a way that ignored the views of the villagers, although many good quality medicinal herbs had been picked from the village and there was much opposition because they included a relatively safe place.

In addition, some of the soldiers even came out to collect medicinal herbs and sell them to Kossoli and the squad entrants and exits to earn a dime.

This created a clear gulf between the villagers and the soldiers.

Since it is a village where many former adventurers are more accustomed to the treatment of demons than soldiers, it is only natural that the soldiers should have less reserves of income sources and medicines.

"Mom, there's a ton of herbs!

I'm investing in herb collection here.

The reason is because of the soldiers, the village's medicine stockpile is decreasing.

So I can get there in the air for a short time, and I'm in charge of herb collection, and my mom and grandpa are making out, and my dad is going hunting, and so on.

Occasionally, I learned a lot about medicine because I helped prepare it while being taught myself.

"Thank you. It's been so hard to come by, hasn't it?

and my mother asks but it wasn't really that hard because of the exploration and appraisal available.

Answer the ambiguity "Ambiguity" Without paying any particular attention to me, my mother returns to receive the herb and work.

When Dad returns, he stops mixing and gets to work on preparing dinner.

One day I was having those days, my mother fell ill.

Fortunately, the medicine stockpiled me so I healed, but the day went on to rest without my strength returning.

I feel nourished and digestible and leave the village to dig yams.

But when I got out of the village, I got tangled up by bad galas of soldiers.

"Hey, kid, wait a minute."

"You've got a lot of herbs in you, haven't you? Come to us."

and other soldiers involved at the age of twelve (seemingly only), they grabbed me by the shoulder when I tried to ignore it because it smelled so bad.

"I'm not ignoring you, you little... ghoul"

I take the hand placed on my shoulder, try to twist it off and hit the ground and take my consciousness away.

"What the fuck, you kid!

Another one hits me hard, but I'm relentless,

"Secret moves, son kill!

and took a forbidden blow.

I used my flight to fly to where I wanted to fly, stuffing and crumbling soldiers.

I honestly felt like I had overdone it, but I didn't have any good feelings for the soldiers either, so I decided to call it self-defense.

When I found yams at my destination, I just got to work.

First, use earthly magic to turn the soil around the potatoes into sand.

Next, dig it out, taking care not to break it.

Finally, wash with water magic and place the potato mustache root into a magic bag with fire magic.

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In about two hours, I was able to pick five yams of about a meter.

Magic is really convenient to say that in previous life it can take more than two hours just to dig one of these.

Many yams in this world have intermediate stickiness between natural and long potatoes, good food for nourishment and digestion, but are not eaten very often in urban areas.

It is also common to cut and bake the way you eat, or cut into small pieces and make them into soup utensils.

At home, I sprinkle grated and seasoned with rice (not mainstream, but grown), and drink thin noodles with stock like soup.

Of course it was my idea.

I had no habit of serving rice in this world, but it is now secretly spreading in Kukri village.

By the way, rice is more like indica rice, so there is more water than cooking.

I hunted rabbits and mare birds after yams and drained their blood into bags.

When I returned to the village, the soldiers tangled me again at the entrance, but stunned me with the thunderous magic 'Stan'.

It's self-defense, so I can't help it.

You'll know as soon as you come to the raid, because at night there is a Shiloumal that has grown to two metres in length.

I made the dinner, and the menu was made into rice with some juice and water in the rabbit soup.

Father, Mother, Grandpa surround me with a table, there have been changes in the village but it's trivial for my family and I've always had a good day surrounded by the same smile, I thought happiness would continue to go on and on.

Until disaster strikes a month after that.