612 Lesson 587: Why High Elves Are on the Island

After the high elves left the village, they were preparing for Grandpa Gong's request for Tonkatsu, and then preparing the pickled sauce for deep frying.

When it was over, the high elves returned to the village when they were out of hand.

I've been hunting cocatris!

That's why Mr. Jørgen took the cocatrice out of the box.

Four feathers to be piled up with.

"... big"

Eh, this, Cocatrice?

It's twice as big as the cocatrice I know.

I looked up at Pokan and Cocatrice with my eyes rounded.

Ahh, the cocatrice on the island is big.

"Not only cocatrice, but also other monsters are big." But... fufu, I just remembered when I landed on the island. "

“Really. We were surprised the first time we saw it. The monsters on the island are big."

Waiwai and the high elves of the woman who talks like that.

The monsters on the island were all big.

Well, that means you can get a lot of meat, so is that a good thing?

I mean... "

Do I have to dismantle this cocatrice?

It's not impossible because it's a cocatrice, but it takes a lot of time to become a four-winged cocatrice.

That's why it takes a lot of time to recall the procedure.

"Um, dismantling..."

When I leaked it in confusion, the male high elf next to Mr. Jørgen was smiling bitterly.

"That's stupid, Jørgen. Even if you give it to me as it is, it will be troublesome.

"Haha, that's right. No, I'm in a hurry. Of course, we'll do the dismantling. Guys."

Jørgen calls out, and the high elves move around carrying the cockatrice.

Thin and shuddered, but high elves are surprisingly powerful.

Also, the female high elves turned out to be surprisingly powerful.

I brought in the cocatrice, like a hut with a roof.

If you look at the knife on the workbench, it must be a dismantling site.

With a familiar touch, I tied the back leg of the cocatrice with a dime, hooked it to the hook, and turned my neck upside down.

As they drained their blood, the high elves wiggled their wings again with their familiar hands.

One task at a time is fast anyway.

You guys are used to it.

Well, we have to do everything ourselves when we live here.

That's right.

"I was good at dismantling even before I got here."

"Well, that's natural, because when you went to the human city, you made money from it."

I have a word of curiosity in my conversation with you.

"Going to the human city?"

"Oh, that's......"

As the demolition progressed with familiar touches, the high elves told me a lot of stories.

First of all, Jørgen introduced everyone by name.

Adela was Jørgen's wife with bright brown hair and amethyst-like purple eyes.

Verte, who said she was good at dismantling, had dark blue eyes on her tallest dark brown hair, and Selma, whose wife had light peach eyes on her bright blonde hair.

Radmir, the tallest of the slender high elves, has thin blue eyes on her ash grey hair, and Laura, who has dark green eyes on her wife's platinum hair.

Ladies and gentlemen, my hair is about the length of my waist, and it goes without saying that my hair is all aesthetically pleasing.

And, according to your story, you're not born on this island and you've lived on it all your life.

Originally from the continent of Leonhardt, where we live, he came to this island about 300 years ago.

At that time, the war between human nations intensified, and with it, humans began to enter the depths of the forest where everyone lived in an attempt to turn high elves with a lot of magical power into combatants.

Due to the visual beauty of the high elves, it seems that there were some unfaithful people who invaded the forest for the purpose of enslaving them, but mostly they could not go deep into the forest where the high elves lived, and they either gave up on the way or were killed by the beast.

But when I heard the story, it seemed that the country had hired adventurers and sent them out one after another.

It was a high elf that was strong enough to be recognized by Fel and Grandpa Gong.

The country must have understood that it could be a force enough to move a war situation.

Well, that's why he moved to this island with about 60 of his fellow high elves.

But a hundred years later, a high elf came out, leaving the island.

Because high elves are fairly free, and although the basis of life is in the forest, they are breathless, so they sometimes go to people's cities to play.

Laura said, "People's cities are fun because they have all kinds of things."

Jørgen also said, "Especially since our generation has grown up, there are a lot of elves in the city of people, and even when we were in the city, we didn't know that we were high elves."

All of you here, by the way, are in your sixties.

In such a way, I enjoyed life in the city for a while and went back to the forest.

For a little while, it seems that the life expectancy of the high elves is ten years.

Verte, who said she was good at dismantling, also worked in the dismantling department of the Adventurer's Guild while staying in the City of Man.

Therefore, although I escaped from the vortex and came to the island, living on an island without a human country was in some sense safe, but it is also true that there is no stimulus...

The High Elves left the island feeling tired and breathless as they lived on an island cut off from the continent.

"So the last one left is the six of us."

I see.

I told you it was time to go back to the mainland.

But, while I'm saying that, it's been about 10 years.

I see.

"But it's not a good opportunity to meet people like this for the first time in a long time." Let's really go back to the continent. "

I see. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed the city.

In the meantime, the dismantling of the cocatrice is over.

Well then, I'll make a deep-fried dish.

Mr. Jørgen spoke to me as I quickly cut the cocatrice meat and marinated it in a soy sauce-based sauce.

By the way, what brings Mukoda to this island?

"That's right ~..."

I talked about the Green Dragon.

"Oh, that green dragon." It's pretty intense, but are you okay? "

"I'm not the one hunting."

While saying that, I looked at Fel, Grandpa Gong, Dora-chan, and Sui.

Oh, then it's okay.

As Jørgen and I talked, the other high elves talked as well.

Are you going to hunt that green dragon?

"If only we had a few more friends." Then I would have hunted it. "

Mr. Verde and Mr. Radmir look regretful.

“It's true. Even the six of us won't be able to hunt, but it's going to be quite dangerous.”

"Yes, but I wanted to hunt if I could."

Dragon meat, it's delicious ~

Adela, Selma, and Laura seem to regret it too.

Wait a minute. Have you ever eaten the flesh of a dragon?

Fel, who was listening to us, spoke up for some reason.

"Yeah, yeah. I mean, it's just a few high elves, but there are."

When Adela answered that, everyone else nodded.

How did you do that?

"I don't know how we decided to hunt it ourselves."

That's what Mr Jørgen says.

Did we do the dismantling ourselves?

When Fel heard that, Grandpa Gong raised his face for some reason.

Of course, I've dismantled it twice.

Mr. Verde said that, and Fel and Grandpa Gong looked at each other and smiled.

Zokri...

"W-Well, I have a bad feeling..."

It doesn't matter.

It was me who prepared the deep frying with my knowledge.