Chapter 117: Handsome Desert Kidnapping Survey Team / Departure ③

"It looks like they got together"

While saying that, with a refreshing smile around, Agnus and the party members came out from the swing door.

"Now it's time to hunt bandits. It's time to settle the kidnapping case five years ago. The carriage and Jera soldiers are gathering at the North Gate-we'll go too."

Agnus, who is totally unwilling, seems to be very reliable.

The adventurers replied with a thick voice that made them want to write in kanji, saying "Oh!", And headed for the north gate at each party. Naturally, I, Ariana, and Pokaji also follow the flow.

Occasionally, the morning sun reflected on the armor and stuck in the eyes, and the sound of rattling and rubbing metal echoed for 60 people. If you look closely, I and Ariana are the lightest outfits.

The adventurers were surprised at the fact that they had no cane, and they were also surprised at their clothes. Many people told me that such fluttering clothes are okay. No, on the contrary, do you think you can kung fu with leather armor or plate armor? Besides, Ariana has her new magic "Koi Tokimeki", so it's definitely better for her to wear cute clothes.

Today too ... cute, let's go. Mofumofumofumofu.

"What happened suddenly ...?"

"No, it's nothing. Just think Ariana is cute."

"Hmm..."

"Are you shy?"

"...…Yup"

Touch the fox ears again to heal.

It must be because of Ariana's fox ears that she can come to this world and remain sane as a woman.

Even so, fashionable and highly defensive clothes are likely to be an issue that will continue to follow. I'm fashionable and have no problem with kung fu, and clothes that sell at Kobashigawa Shokai. Ariana is a cute and highly defensive outfit.

For the time being, once this strategy is over, we have to move toward the processing and distribution of denim. When I return to Grafner, I would like to establish a department at Kobashigawa Shokai that develops fabrics with new potential, such as a new material search team.

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The kidnapping investigation team goes north to north with a large family of 10 carriages and about 100 humans.

There was a lazy-named highway called "Sabotten Highway" that connects Jera to the old highway, and the road that would have trampled the desert wilderness over the years stretched straight and endlessly. Looking ahead, the heat sways the road, and the cacti that appear occasionally fold in strange directions and overlap like a strange candy work.

On the first day, I took an inn in a post town called "Barador", which seems to have been reserved in advance. This town is within a half-day distance to Jera if you manage to go ahead, so it is not a good condition for a post station. Many users are travelers and merchants heading north from Jera.

It was a welcoming mood, as a group of 100 people seemed to make a lot of money just to stay overnight.

"I was forever looking for a ray of light to give to you, dear, to harbor and guide love ..." Light of blessing ""

To prevent sunburn, apply the intermediate white magic "light of protection" to yourself and Ariana.

"Thank you ..."

"No. Even so, it's a luxury to use white magic, which costs 300,000 rons at a time, as a sunscreen at a treatment center."

"That's right. But the magic that Elie did her best to remember ... No matter how you use it, Elie's freedom ..."

"Yeah"

We had a double room and were relaxing for tomorrow.

From the second day onward, you will have to deviate from the "Sabotten Highway" to the west and proceed through the desert where there are no towns, and the beds and baths will be idle for the time being. Let's take it easy.

"It seems that the" light of blessing "can be restored if it is damaged or damaged a day ago. It seems that it cannot heal a wound that has been used for a long time, such as an old wound many years ago."

"So even if you get sunburned ..."

"Yes. Even if you get sunburned, you can restore it by applying magic."

"I hate my sunburn ..."

"Me too. Your skin is white, so it turns bright red as soon as you get tanned. Ariana, should I comb her hair?"

"okay?"

"Yes"

"Hmm ... I can accept your words."

Ariana happily shakes her tail, takes a comb from her pouch, hands it over, and sits down in a chair. She lifts her rich hair with her left hand and combs it with the fine comb she received from her Louis Bonn.

This is also like a ritual before going to bed. fluffy. If you don't do it, the smoothness of her hair will change a lot. fluffy. If you're a man, you can't do it, like combing your hair. really. fluffy.

"Ears ... tickle"

"I'm sorry. You just touch it."

"Hmm ... good"

"March the desert from tomorrow?"

"Let's do our best"

"Yeah"

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Quicksand rang the ground, and the desolate land of the desert was illuminated by the moonlit night.

When the eerie growls of monsters fighting against each other and the strange screams of the loser who lost their lives echoed around, the sound was sucked into the sand, and the area regained the silence of several tens of seconds ago. In the desert of weak meat and strong food, life is exchanged quietly, which is a daily occurrence, and no one sees the spark of life.

In this "Desert of the Sky", life itself is ephemeral and it is difficult to continue living, and the ecosystem of the living organisms that live to survive has undergone an abnormal transformation. Even the predatory monsters have C-rank strength and cunning, and once they get rid of their minds, the god of death enthusiastically welcomes them and quickly becomes food.

There was a group conducting an experiment to build a safe zone in such a harsh place and to raise a sense of repulsion as if everyone had morally made a mistake. While the light brown sand continues to the horizon, the building with the group has a white outer wall, and it seems that it dominates the space around it.

In that room, a man with a devilish appearance, short, with his back raised just before the creatures molt, and a man with cheekbones and ella, dressed like the clothes of a black priest. However, they faced each other with a terrible smile.

"I'm ready in six days."

"Is that so? That's great."

A man who is about 150 tall and has a childlike body gives a reverent bow. The man's raised back made his clothes pop, and thanks to his gratitude, his clothes were about to break.

However, the man didn't seem to care much, and he stared at the man in the shape of a black priest with a hot look.

"Is the child purchased from Grafner highly qualified and a good material?"

"How many people will remain this time?"

"Is it like 80%?"

"It is superimposed"

"If the priest's black magic" The Forcibly Altering Thinker Great the Rye "is deeply rooted in the child's chest ... if he is fit, he will soon become a good soldier."

The black priest nodded slowly when he turned his compassionate eyes toward the short man.

"Those who believe have God's guidance. It is the work of God, the Father, who gives us equal love."

A man who seems to be a priest who does not stop honorifics even for his present existence, stroked the terrible cane in his right hand and exhaled strangely hot sighs, as if he was caught in a delusion. Looking at one of those actions, it was obvious that what the man believed was not God, but only himself and the wand of the artifact that increased his magical power. After all, the kindness of the eyes is deceptive. If a person with a good observing eye sees a man, he will evaluate that a mass of self-love is alive and walking.

However, there was only a spooky petite back man with maiden-like eyes enchanted by the hero.

"Then, I entrusted you with the extraction of Hahihohehiho extract."

"Of course. Let's turn Hahihohehiho in the desert for the priest into a drug."

When the man on his back gave a reverent bow as before, a desert vulture resembling a crow screamed somewhere, and a beautiful night swaying in the starry sky fueled the madness of the desert.