220 Lesson 220

Atar often wonders what he will present to the Minister's offer.

"You don't have to worry so much, we don't care about anything. Anyway, I owe you my son's life. Well, I'd be a little worried if they told me to take my life. Ha."

When the minister laughs jokingly with karakara as she says so jokingly, the lady also laughs elegantly with her hands on her mouth.

"- That's not bad either..."

The contemplating Atal looked up with a serious look, looking straight into the minister's eyes.

"The reason we've come to this country, we want to achieve it"

"... Hmm, what is that?

The minister, interested in the Atar language of seriousness itself, delves into the atmosphere in which he was joking earlier and listens.

"My... by going to my hometown. Shh!

The answer came back from Caro's mouth. That's all she had to tell herself.

"Mr. Caro's hometown? I don't mind if you're free to go... but there's something going on."

For a moment the minister had just spoken halfway through and noticed a change in Caro's expression.

"... Caro only has a faint memory of when he was a little girl. He was sold as a slave in a country far west of here. Caro couldn't see one eye, didn't speak, couldn't move one leg at the time, he was just in a worn out state."

That Atal explains.

Caro's condition at that time was already terrible, and if I hadn't met Atal like that, maybe he would have died by now.

"Master Atal rescued me from it! Master Atal is the benefactor of my life and the one who let me live my new life, so soo!

The minister and his wife, as well as Reyul, thought about the journey Caro had taken so far, hurting his chest and giving him a dark look.

But Caro's words, thoughts and smiles have such an unbeatable strength in the past.

It has been strongly conveyed that I was very happy to have met Atal and that it has become a branch of my life.

"Master Atal is the one who bought me to free me from the slave traders. Master Atal is also the one who managed to hurt me. Master Atal is also the one who freed me from the status of slave. And you brought me this far to fulfill my desire to go to my memorable hometown - Master Atal. Why not?

Caro was smiling trying to convey a sense of happiness that crept up in his chest, but his thoughts were too strong, and his eyes were pounding and his tears were falling zero.

The family of ministers who felt the pain and happiness of Caro, of his kind, had been struck hard in the heart.

"Caro, here. Use this."

Ataru hands the handkerchief in a natural stream to her crying. Then he drips his ear and Caro softly wipes his own tears when he takes it happily.

"Hmm, I know a lot. Mr. Caro would have had a lot of difficulty, but it's good to see a good person. And Atal, thank you sincerely for helping your fellow countrymen. Of course, we'll do everything we can to help you find Mr. Caro's hometown. It's my job as a minister."

Caro gets a brighter face when he hears the words of the minister who nodded at me in two replies.

"It's just..."

- I knew it.

I saw a minister whose words went on sorry, Atar reacted as expected, thus clouding his expression.

"Dear Atal...?

Caro, who wiped her tears, asks anxiously if there is anything wrong.

"No, I'll help you find Caro's hometown over there, but I just don't think that'll be enough to thank you for this one. I'm in trouble when they say that. Well, if you ask me what I want, I don't have anything like this."

As the words put it, the minister was bitterly smiling that he was a less greedy person for his shoulder shrugging and troubled facial atal.

"Whatever you say, you have no greed.... Hmm, then I'll simply give you a little money and an array from me so you can move freely in this country"

I knew right away what the fuck that was, that Daver was closing in.

Because there were three accessories on top of something like a basin he had in his hand.

"Is this...?

Atal puts his neck on something he doesn't recognize.

Even with chirali and demonic eyes, I can't feel the power of accessories as gear, so why is this the idea face?

"This is like a medal that only some of the nobles in this country are ever awarded. Atal, you and Mr. Caro's share is brooch type. Balkias, you're like a foot ring."

The minister who laughed like a prank takes one and shows it to me. That was taken such form beforehand by Daver. It has a beautiful golden color with a wolf motif. It is elegantly made.

"Oh, that's something rare."

They offered it as it was. Atal takes it without any concern. There is some interest, but it is a lingering reaction there.

The minister and his wife laugh as troubled by how they are not happier than expected.

"Uh... well, that's pretty rare, and if you're from this country, maybe it's honorable... you know?

Having read the air from both eyes, Atal asks Caro to ask for his consent, but she had to laugh bitterly, too.

She didn't know what the right reaction was because she didn't know what this was like, her own vague memory of living in the kingdom of the Beast Man. I can tell it's awesome just because it's a medal I get from the minister, but it didn't seem to pin it to its value.

"Ha, that's right. It's not like you two belong in this country.... Well, if you have this, it would be honorable, so it would be quicker to talk about what it actually does."

The minister, who laughed with pleasure, seemed to understand the reactions of the Atals.

"Eh, with this, we can do the city entry and exit and the passage of the checkpoint without any problems. Even the people of the city and their aristocratic counterparts won't be pushed into trouble because they're people. And I can tell right away from the design that I'm the one who awarded this, so there's no question about it. A medal is not something you give away."

Ahead, the minister takes the lead on matters that Atal with this will worry about.

"I guess it's okay to say that confidently.... Thank you very much."

Ataru, who received the explanation and still received it in a light way, puts one around his chest.

"Look, I'll put on Caro's too"

"Oh, thank you very much."

When you take the other one, put it on Caro's clothes. Caro looked restless, but was glad to have it on his claws or watched as the brooch could be worn on his own clothes with a moziness.

"And then you put it on Balkias."

"Gaw."

If you call in a little, Balkias puts his forefoot out of himself, making it easier for the claws to put on the ankles.

After putting the last one on, Atar turned to the minister again.

"Thank you, Minister. I got enough - so what do I do about Caro's hometown?

"Right..."

From there, we move on to the story about Caro's search for his hometown.