173 Episode 43: The Night Meet

"... incredible. I can already see 'The Sand Wall'"

On the saddle of Klau Solas, Katia gets a voice that is neither admirable nor stunning. Ahead of that gaze was a wide-ranging sandstorm.

The heavenly high dust literally only looks like a "wall," and it spreads on a scale reminiscent of the horizon. If you take such a direct hit of a sandstorm, even the city of Berca will be swallowed by the sand in an instant.

There must still be quite a distance from the sandstorm, but I can still feel the pressure coming in front of me.

Somehow, it was a sight reminiscent of the whole life of the world.

"That 'sand wall' frequently occurs in untapped areas. Captain Alou previously said it was the biggest cause of untouched areas."

The more Katya speaks, the more it takes. True, if you encounter such a storm while walking on the ground, there's nothing more you can do. Speaking of what you can do, about putting up a tent (tent) and being quiet until the sandstorm passes - no, or swallowed by sand for every tent (tent) is the och.

When that happens, do we have to step in quickly in anticipation of when there is no sandstorm, conduct an investigation in minimal time, and turn back quickly? Or by magic and whatever, there is also the hand to create a base that can withstand sandstorms. Well, I don't know if that's really possible.

In that regard, we are blessed. Klau Solas can tie the wind's boundaries, so entering a sandstorm won't blow you away. That is proof strain when it breaks through a tornado caused by a phantom species (Hydra).

However, what was different from before was that there was no clear goal beyond the storm. At that time I was convinced that there was a Hydra in the heart of the tornado, and I could roughly guess the scale of the tornado.

But there is no such thing as a 'wall of sand'. If the depth of the sandstorm (Oguyuki) was as wide as the horizontal width, it would be difficult for any of them to penetrate the blue (Indigo) Wingbeast (Wyburn). Besides, I can barely confirm the direction of the sand in those dunes. Naturally, it is impossible to search for the King of the Beast (Behemoth) or the Silver Star.

Again, this would be a good place to break into untouched areas from the sky for days when there are no sandstorms and ask how things are going from above. I hope that gives us some clue. If I don't get it, I'll break in again from somewhere else.

When there is a sandstorm, a location other than the untapped area may be explored. I didn't come here to blink at the mystery of the untouched zone. It is the King of the Beast (Behemoth) and the Silver Star to look for. With that in mind, I turned to Katia.

"Just in case, Lord White Knight was trying to cross that wall, wasn't he?

"Yes. As I said now, 'Sand Wall' occurs in an untouched area. Unnatural frequency (Hindu) for natural sandstorms,. The head of the regiment guessed it was like a bond."

If it is a kingdom, it is self-evident that there are those who put it up. If the 'Sand Wall' is an artificial obstacle, not a natural phenomenon, then there must be a means to solve it, or a creeping means - that was the idea of White Knight Alou, he said.

I see Alou's unexplored exploration of the area was probably meant to look for the means, if stuck.

... but it still remains uncomfortable to continue challenging the unsafe desert based on the presumption of "isn't it like a junction". To hear Alou's activism in "Silver Star," he seems to have been a person of excellent character and judgment. It's hard to believe that such a person risked his life just to speculate.

The feeling is even stronger when you look away at the 'Sand Wall' in this way. There must have been some reason to try that. There's a clear rationale why you can hang the lives of your people, not just yourself.

Was his father leaving something behind, or did Arrow himself find something as he pursued his father's shadow?

- I think so. Outreach, rather than looking for an undisturbed area, it might be better to find a clue in Alou's house and become the headquarters of Silver Star.

Well, to the extent that I think about it, someone would be moving on to execution.

With that in mind, I continued my search for the desert. but in conclusion, the search for this day did not yield any results.

The Catalan Desert is dotted with a number of oases. It's a lifeline for adventurers working in the desert, and some places have stores and facilities lined up for adventurers that are busier than hectic cities.

We revealed the night in one of those oases, and the next day, once again, we headed to the untouched area, but this day the 'Sand Wall' was still occurring, and the search ended without any fruit.

Difference in morning and evening warmth characteristic of the desert. Burning sunlight falling. Dry air. A wind all over the sand that pops into your eyes and mouth, for instance.

I decided to go back to Berca once I was clear about the climate in the Catalan Desert. Whatever the emergency, in the present situation, it is decided that it is not necessary to reveal the night in the desert for three or four days. As well as the woodland fairy, Lunamaria, was struggling with the desert climate.

There was just one of my companions, Katia alone, who looked full of things - Ilia is leaving a message in Berca because she's overquoted - and she never challenged my decision as to whether she was distracting herself or not.

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That night - that was the night I returned from the Catalan Desert - I secretly left the Temple of Law and headed to the city of Berca.

The sun is already abundantly twilight and most shops will be closed.

However, if it is a city the size of Berca, there are also places where it becomes busy only at night. It's called the Pleasure Street.

... I'll tell you something, it's not like I want to go play with a woman. Simply wanted to see a city called Berca with these eyes.

Since I came to this city, the information I've seen and heard is usually via legal theism. The Temple of Law is out of bounds in the quality and quantity of information it holds, and its authority as an organization is high. That's why I gave myself up to the temple, too, but on the other hand, it was inevitable that Ri would come out biased in the information available.

Tonight, I left the temple to correct that bias.

It would be troublesome if it were a dragon slayer, so I wore a properly hooded robe. The Berca at night - or the desert at night, temperatures drop in response to the heat of the day, so a thick robe is also a measure of that.

That's why I set foot in the amusement park, so nice of you, I slowly went down the street looking around for a moment. I thought I'd come in if I had the right liquor store or restaurant, but most of the shops that I'm flirting with at this time are women's shops. Just walking down the street like this, you can hear a whisper from there.

It was no rush to go into the store of that hand, but I couldn't play with a woman without the roots of my tongue that I said I wasn't going to play with a woman. Dragon slayer, don't lie.

Well, it's funny to wander around the city at night like this.

Stroll around Berca at night thinking about that. I also thought it would be more interesting if you looked at me rounded up and thought I was a duck and someone approached me, but those kinds of arrangements never whispered where I was going.

"Honestly, I thought it was rougher, but is the out-of-country security good?

The security of the pleasure district is one indicator of the current situation in that city. It will be appreciated that the leftovers (roughly) of the guides can walk the streets in less than an hour.

Put it in the corner of your head that Berca might also be included in the candidate for this.

Because right now, I'm planning on setting up a base for Blood Smoke Sword outside of Ishka. It was more than a necessary precaution than your swordsman had figured out where you were.

This time, Seal and Miroslav, who did not accompany Belka, are moving there. It should be noted that I do not intend to move from Ishka even when it comes to a new base, but that when I go away, the main focus of the plan is to secure a place where the remaining face can live safely.

In that regard, I hear that Berka is too far from Ishka, and that there are demonic raids in the desert, so I'm not saying he's a leading candidate. But because of the distance, it is unlikely that your swordsman will find you, and it would be worth including you in the candidate.

"If you have a property with a hiccup bath, it would be instant, but it would be tough near the desert."

The smell of roasted meat and spices drifted as she groaned that there was no such thing as "Lachi".

The source of the smell is a restaurant labeled "Sand Pavilion", which is a tavern and restaurant on the ground floor and an inn on the second floor. It was rarely built in this shop.

From what I've seen, it's beautiful in the store, and there's no woman. There is no art to going home to the temple like this, so I decided to go inside.

A bell mounted on the door tells the visitor, Chi, or his husband jumps out of the kitchen approaching with a full grin.

When I was escorted straight to my seat, I ordered a skewer that I would recommend.

It was stabbed alternately with meat and vegetables that were so lost that it was cooked with sauce, and the meat used, he said, belonged to sandrizzard.

I read Sandrizzard and sand all over it.

Anyway, it's not a small kind of thing that is slightly over the ground, but if it grows, the livestock is about warcraft that humans eat as well. It might be more realistic to call it a sand crocodile.

This sandrizzard, usually hidden in the sand, hits the approaching prey, but when I get hungry, I crawl out of the sand and start actively searching for my prey. Reptiles are also vulnerable to changes in temperature, but sandrizzards move around vigorously at night thanks to their thick outer skin.

A warcraft that can be hunted even by a runaway adventurer if he is well prepared, but if he is attacked in the middle of a night camp, it will be troublesome. For a desert-challenging adventurer, he spoke of a warcraft whose name and habit needed to be remembered first.

Although it is a warcraft, as mentioned above, the outer skin is thick and not very edible. Meanwhile, the meat under the outer skin was soft and luminous, and as soon as it bit, it was a fine ingredient full of gravy in its mouth. When the sauce teases you that it's the secret of this store, you can play the flavor of meat (yummy) on your tongue, and at the same time the moderate spiciness (teasing) sparks your appetite - terminally speaking, it's super good.

Overall, it tasted intense, but was just right for my body, which was back in the desert and lacked salt. The temple meal is all the more so because of its thin flavour.

Flavorful skewers like this make me want to drink barley wine (ale), but alcohol (alcohol) put up with me because I just can't go home to the temple with a breath of alcohol odor. Instead, ask for a replacement to fill your belly.

Slightly, I exhaled with satisfaction all the skewers, including the replacement.

This may have discovered an unexpected famous store. I would love to buy some souvenirs for the stingers, but when I do that, I get out of the night. Well, I don't have a problem with the stray spot, but it's just bad to be known that I was going to the pleasure zone.

All right, as far as the stingers are concerned, next time we'll take them to our sweeteners and make it up to them.

I left the store at a price with that in mind. So I make a big stretch before heading back to the temple. The information gathering will be done again.

That's how it was when I came back to the entrance to the pleasure district.

"... hmm?

There was a crowd. It wasn't there when I walked into the pleasure zone.

If you take a wild horse gut and glance, multiple armed men and someone with a black robe are confronted at the center of the crowd walls.

The men's arming looked familiar. There is no need to explore memories, that one belongs to 'Desert Eagle'. Speaking of which, the men's faces also looked familiar. They teased me at the castle gate the first day.

When that happens, is the person of the robe a victim attributed to 'Desert Eagle'?

I'll send you a gaze of observation.

I wear a hood so deep that I can't tell my face or age. However, slightly lowering his gaze, he was able to confirm the puffiness that would lift the robe from the inside. In other words, it is a woman. Lowering his gaze further, his hips long sword stopped in his eyes.

Standing with his spine stretched out is rinsy and lackluster, and just looking at it like this makes him quite a user. If you can, yes.

- I'm such a user that I wouldn't be surprised to hear you say you're a Blue Forest Flagger.

The reason I made that decision is simple. There is a lot of soul. Green Forest Flagger (Kishi), more like a heartsuit user.

What if the man in the robe was a watchman sent by the swordsmen, and my actions have been watched from time to time? Such suspicion blurred my chest.

But I immediately deny my idea of "it's not there".

There is certainly a chance that some of the Eight Flags (clear) in the Blue Forest will have more concealed (oomph) users than I can detect. But there's no way such amazing arms can be stopped by The Desert Eagle. Not to mention, there's no way you're standing around without dealing with anything until you get a crowd.

It was also possible that he was a four-flag flagman (Kishimi) whose main task was off-island activities, but he would not imitate them so as to draw attention to his' Desert Eagle 'opponent even less if he were a four-flag. I mean, that person has nothing to do with your swordsman. That's what I concluded.

If you think so and watch (see) again, the soul of the woman in the robe was certainly vast (blah blah blah), but also terribly unstable. It's a danger I've never felt in any of the heartshirt users I've ever met.

When I thought so, the 'Desert Eagle' rage rang on the spot.

"I've said it many times! If you have nothing to be ashamed of, take your robe and show your face!

"... I've said this many times. You are not commanded to be a police officer."

Voices that respond to high demands are cool, comfortable to the ears, and do not feel fine dust such as danger or instability.

In response to a woman's voice, she said, "That's right!" "You're not on track, eagle!" "Tyranny!" "Just pay me!" and so forth. Thank you. It seemed like a schematic that those who disagree with "Desert Eagle" support a woman who behaves resolutely against them.

I had predicted about one of the castle gates, but the reputation of 'Desert Eagle' in Berca seems to be so bad.

"You guys are going to defy 'Desert Eagle'!?

A group of eagles are turning bright red in their faces as they are thrown the opposite word from around them. Some had their hands on the pattern, a shape that was not strange whenever they pulled out their swords.

But I can't see how upset I was with the woman in the robe when I saw those guys. That makes sense too, assuming 'Desert Eagle' is slaughtered by all, that woman will easily screw over.

However, there seems to be no intent to deliberately provoke the 'Desert Eagle', sending a bewildered gaze to the surrounding hedges that are stirring up the eagle.

- And that gaze caught me in the hedge.

As I mentioned, I'm also wearing a hood so that I can't pretend to be a dragon slayer on my way to Pleasure Street. That remains unchanged. So you're not supposed to have seen my face over there either.

One of many other wild horses. There was no reason to put it in my eyes, and I thought my gaze would soon go away.

But it didn't.

The woman who saw me trembles so vividly that she can see it. Amber (Kohaku) colored eyes peeking open in amazement from the gap in the hood.

The next reaction a woman took was severe. He turned to me quickly and put his hand on the sword of his hips.

Shortly afterwards, a strong sense of war broke out.

It was a mystery how they beat the war so far just because they had eyes with us, but no matter, there's no reason not to buy a sold fight.

When I laid my hands on the black knife on my hips, I could see him sinking his upper body all the way down.

Perhaps, for a few more seconds, if this confrontation continued, me and the woman would have been supposed to put their swords together. But with someone moving faster than us, the clash ended undeveloped.

It was' Desert Eagle 'that moved.

Try them, the woman's movements today were nothing but an insult to ourselves. Anyway, when I made him shout out, he suddenly pointed me in the direction of the day after tomorrow. You guys are ridiculed for not being in your eyes.

An earlier shouting man dyes his face red with rage, pulling his hips sword out loud. And I was slashed by a woman without getting a haircut.

Until recently, women would have easily crushed the blow. But the situation of being confronted with me only delayed the woman's reaction for a moment.

As a result, although the cutting-edge of 'Desert Eagle' did not reach the body, it did reach what it was wearing. Namely, he slit the hood that was covering his face.

A slice of the torn hood rises in the wind into the sky. And reveals the face of a woman previously hidden by the hood.

brown skin, silver hair, amber (kohaku) colored eyes.

And the long ears that reminded me of Sasa leaves were in my sight.