235 230 Stories Goal Achieved!

"I'm sorry. I called you up."

The place now is a private room on the second floor of a commercial guild.

It is a man with glasses, Mr. Azilk, who puts tea at the desk in front of us.

He's a very gentleman.

"No."

The other person, sitting on the couch in front of him, is Mr. Draw as a summary of the people who appraise him.

He's about 50 years old and a little hungry.

This guy, for some reason, has a rough nose from earlier.

"Where did you get this, this ore!

Reaching for a cup of tea, Mr. Draw inadvertently turns his body forward and asks aloud.

"Hih!"

A small scream comes out of his mouth at the force, and he sees it in Mr. Druid sitting next to him.

Mr. Druid calms me down by gently stroking my head like that.

When I looked at him, I wrinkled between my eyebrows and stared at Mr. Draw as much as I could.

"Draw, what are you gonna do to scare me! Excuse me."

Mr. Azilk slaps Mr. Draw in the head with momentum.

It sounded good, so it looks a little painful.

"Excuse me. I'm a little excited."

"No, so which is ore?

Mr. Druid, who can handle calmly, before someone whose eyes are running a little bloody, is amazing after all.

And Mr. Druid's voice is always low.

He seems a little angry.

"These are the four types."

Mr. Azilk arranges the ore on his desk.

Every ore was collected in a cave in the back of the forest.

Ore with yellow ore mixed with water colour and brown colour, ore that appears only to be a rock at first sight in ore with green spots.

"Can you explain why you ask about these ores?

Mr. Druid asks questions in a hard voice.

That's just the former adventurer and that's a compelling voice.

Mr. Draw looks a little dull, too.

"Eh."

"It's the draw. Because it scares your daughter."

Me?

With that being said, Mr. Druid was still on the lookout.

I get a little embarrassed and sit back down.

"Are you all right?

"Yeah. Thanks"

When I sat back down, for some reason Mr. Draw and Mr. Azilk gave me a horrible look.

"Well, as for the ore, they say these four types are in the residence of God who protects the village of Hathau."

Wow, I brought some awesome ore.

Or address?

Could it be about the cave behind the woods?

If that's the case, I brought it to you without permission.

But Mr. Sarpent didn't look angry...

"Excuse me. We don't know much about the patron saint of this village, do you mean the cave?

Mr Azilk nods to Mr Druid's question.

"That's right. They say it's in the deepest part of the woods. I looked several times, but I couldn't get to many demons"

Was it that cave, in the back of the woods?

I just cared under my feet, so you don't remember.

And demons?

Sure, I was there, but everyone was getting rid of Ciel.

You don't know what kind of demon there was.

"I see."

Mr. Druid is magically hammering.

I wonder what I will do.

You can't say bad things, can you?

"Excuse me, but I don't even know where that cave is"

"What, but this ore..."

"I was lost on the way, and when I realized it, I was following the cave"

Hmm, you shouldn't pinch your mouth.

I don't know what Mr. Druid is talking about.

Just be careful not to move your expression.

If you can tell it's a lie in my condition, it's tough.

"Lost?

"Yeah, I dropped the compass along the way."

The compass is one of the essentials of the journey with items pointing in the direction.

I just don't have it though.

You showed me Mr. Druid's compass, but you never worked on your trip to Hatau Village.

On the journey I follow after Ciel, I don't have a turn.

"Give me the compass! That would have been tough."

"Yeah, I went off the village road on my way to pick up a few herbs, but I got lost there"

It is true that I picked the herb.

This is also in the back of the woods that Ciel led me to.

You picked a treasure trove of rare herbs and forgot all the time.

About half of the herbs picked are dried and used as condiments.

Oh, I was planning on selling the leftover herbs in my guild, but you totally forgot.

"This girl… Ivy was there, so I was in a hurry, and I found a cave when I wandered through the woods for about six days."

"Six days! That was very worrying."

"Yeah, I had no idea where he was."

Mr. Druid, you're a good actor.

"So we're mining the ore in the cave we found?

"No way, you shouldn't be afraid behind the cave. I revealed the night near the entrance, and it was those ore that I picked up that was falling near it."

You gutted in the back of the cave, didn't you?

Ciel led me through a lot, and Sola and the others were free to explore along the way.

Mr. Druid told me later that the cave is a pretty dangerous place and absolutely no free movement seems to be possible.

Me, Sola, and Ciel, you were a little surprised by Mr. Druid's story, weren't you?

I saw how that was going, Mr. Druid, but it was dripping.

"Then how to get to this village!

Mr. Draw begins to get excited again.

I knew you were a little scared.

"I found traces of a large animal or demon passing near the cave, and when I thought it was a last resort and followed the traces, I went out between the village of Hatau and the town of All. I was really upset then."

Traces?

With that said, you said the adventurers found traces of the Guardian God or something.

Did you use it?

Awesome.

"There's a trace on the village road from near the cave, dude"

No, sir.

Mr. Azilk stopped before Mr. Draw said anything.

Besides, Mr. Draw's expression is distorted.

"Why? There's a chance we'll find out where the Patronus lives."

"It's too dangerous this winter. There are already dead in this cold weather."

What, the dead?

Sure, it's unusual cold.

"Come on, but. Traces could disappear."

"I don't think so already. You know that."

Mr. Azilk sighs.

No trace?

If Mr. Druid's story is true, I don't think it's been long enough for the traces to disappear.

Traces on trees sometimes leave a few months.

Well, the story's a lie, so there's no trace of it in the first place.

"Why, that there's no trace? It's not weird if it's still there, is it?

Mr. Druid seemed to wonder, too.

"The trail of the Patronus disappears in about two days."

In two days?

Yes, it is.

"Was I? Then we're lucky."

"You will be."

"By the way, can't you buy this ore out?

Oh, can't it be if it's an ore from the patron god's residence?

If that's the case, don't go crazy on your plans.

"I'll buy it! Or if there's more, let me buy it all out."

Mr. Draw rests his hand on the van and desk on Mr. Druid's words and assures him.

And bow your head.

Somehow Mr. Draw exaggerates every single action.

"Uh, there's a little more"

Mr. Druid is a little drawn to Mr. Draw's power.

That's the opposite of what happened earlier.

"Thank you. How much more do you have? No, it's great to see this ore again!

Did Mr. Draw feel elevated or his cheeks are red?

"Before I give it to you, can you tell me the amount of each?

"Hmm? Ah, right. One ladal, one ladal, one ladal and three ladals each from the right."

I knew it should have been two instead of five at a time.

The amount is 2 ladals a piece of yellow ore.

1 ladal of ore mixed with brown in water.

One ladal a piece of ore with green spots.

Ore that only looks like a rock at first glance, 3 ladals a piece even though it looks like the cheapest of these.

35 ladals because there are 5 of them all.

Goal amount achieved, that was fast.