Chapter 675

Episode 675 Speakers on Both Sides (2)

“Hohoho. So I mean.”

“Stop Mien. The Holy Son is in trouble.”

“Hey, how about talking a little bit? Yes?”

I look at you with the eyes that want to be able to do it.

Ray slowly closed his eyes.

The inside of the carriage is still noisy.

After being subjected to mental attacks from Mien and Rien for two days, she has gotten used to it.

“Let’s go quietly.”

I know that even the seed won’t work, but I tried a word.

just as expected.

“It’s a long-awaited trip, but if you don’t enjoy it, it’s a loss.”

I retort with a smile about what is so good.

What I learned from the conversation so far is that the two are servants who only lived in the castle.

Since I was born, I have rarely gone out, and I have never been to a foreign country like now.

Perhaps the storybooks of adventurers she enjoyed reading in the castle inspired Mien, and she had a great longing for travel and adventure.

‘There are many chaffs out there who only want money in real life adventurers.’

In fact, the horse is an adventurer, but they are the ones who never try to take an adventure.

Even if they received less money, they only chose low-risk jobs, so the adventurer’s guild was filled with dangerous requests.

said Min.

“You know what? It seems that talented adventurers from all over the world are looking for dragon rares. When will I be able to become such an adventurer?”

dragon rare?

I’ve seen it once in the Heron kingdom.

Originally, it was surrounded by countless magics, so unless you were a fairly skilled person, you wouldn’t be able to get near it.

For the first time in two days, Ray took an interest in Mien’s words.

“What are you talking about? Adventurers are looking for dragon rares.”

When he responded for the first time, who hadn’t looked at her before, Mien put her hands together with eyes wet with emotion.

“You are finally interested in my story!”

Excited, she spoke quickly.

“They say there are so many treasures and weapons in Dragon Rare that you can’t even imagine. It is said that even if you get one of them, you will not have any trouble making a living for the rest of your life.”

It will.

Since the birth of Middle-earth, they have reigned over countless eras until the War of the Heavenly Demon.

Their knowledge, which has been passed on for thousands of years, must be buried in rare.

“It’s a rumor. Now that it’s a dragon rare... In the first place, that dragon is also a monster from legends.”

The ruler of Middle Earth suddenly became a monster.

Lien’s words puffed out Mien’s cheeks slightly.

“Rien is always negative. Then you will live alone for the rest of your life.”

“High loneliness?”

When Rien was taken aback by the pure criticism.

The coachman, who had been quietly driving the carriage until now, interjected with a laugh hahaha.

“Come to think of it, I think I’ve heard rumors that prestigious adventurers are looking for rares. Well, as the lady said, I thought it was nonsense.”

“Look at that.”

When the coachman joined in, Lien became arrogant.

Mien, on the other hand, feels intimidated and narrows her shoulders.

Let public opinion gradually harden toward the absence of rare.

Ray let out a sigh.

“no. There is a rare.”

“yes?”

As if he had heard it wrong, Rien asked back.

“The dragon lair Mian was talking about definitely exists.”

At least I’ve seen it myself.

A diary of the rare owner’s daily life after the War of the Heavenly Demon.

Even the fact that he buried dead dragons with his own hands.

everyone remembers

Mien’s stomach started to cry.

At the same time, the story of the adventurer who didn’t know how to stop was finally cut off.

Philia and Clein, who were looking around the site at the head of the carriage, exchanged words and stopped the carriage.

“Let’s rest here for today.”

“We will take care of organizing the wagon. Mian Lien. Make your bed.”

“yes.”

“yes.”

Leaving behind the short answer, the two women take out silk blankets.

Was it not a skill he had done once or twice? If not, he had practiced it in the castle.

With skillful hands, the poles were erected and the blankets were hung.

When Mien had just completed the tent.

Rien picked up fallen branches and started a fire.

“Fire.”

A small ember that blooms in your kind hands moves to the firewood.

For being a low-circle mana, it was quite pure mana, so Ray said as if he was surprised.

“As Klein said, he definitely doesn’t seem like an average worker.”

“You are overrated. It’s all about knowing how to use a few life magics.”

No matter how 1st circle magic is, just manifesting it without chanting a chant is not the category of an existing user.

Ray sat on his butt casually by the fire.

It still gets quite chilly in the evening.

As I held out my hand to warm myself up, Mien hung the pot on the hook.

“You can look forward to this evening.”

Contrary to what he said confidently, carefully tear the dried grains and put them in the pot.

Gathering edible grass nearby, putting it on top of the beef jerky and pouring water from a canteen, it became a picture of the pork floating on the boiling broth.

It seems that cooking is not my specialty.

Ryan said with a worried look.

“...Mien Wouldn’t it be better for me to do it?”

“This is a special recipe that a kind-hearted guard taught me when I was in Celia Kingdom. Surely it will taste good?”

It’s a recipe the guard gave you.

Already, the desire to overturn the pot welled up.

Usually, when mercenaries or bandit guards cook, even healthy food is transformed into the corpse of a demonic monster.

At the time when he was in the Holy Land, when the Holy Knights offered themselves to be on duty to serve food, he seriously contemplated whether to leave the Holy Land.

“I’ll make a lot, so eat as much as you like.”

I don’t know where it was prepared, but I scoop out the soup with a luxurious iron ladle, and it’s full of strangely white bubbles.

Visually, it’s not unusual.

‘If I eat it wrong, I’ll get a stomachache.’

Jang, who hadn’t been burned a few times since awakening to mana, cried out for help.

Is the beef jerky over cooked?

When the dry weight met the weeds and spread the sour smell, Mien tasted it with a ladle.

“Ugh. Something is still missing.”

I did not point out my cooking skills as the cause of the lack of taste even if I die soon.

“Enough with Mian...”

“No, it will be finished in a little while. Sit down and wait.”

Shake off the whole peppercorns that need to be crushed and stir again.

Perfection is expected.

When Ray, who is worse off, tries to overturn the pot pretending to be a mistake.

Klein sniffed and approached.

“The wagon arrangement is over. By the way, this scent... um.”

“Would you like a taste?”

“I was just getting hungry.”

Mien scooped out the soup.

Clein calmly shoved the ladle into his mouth, then smacked his lips.

“It tastes like home.”

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