Fishing

Nous, who waited a long time, realized that Ashnard had not returned. He finally found him standing by the river, with another person. The boy was engrossed in chatting with a man who was fishing.

"Oh, hello sir, I didn't expect to meet you here," said the fisherman. Wearing a black tunic and gray vest.

"I didn't know this place was suitable for fishing either," said Nous. Walk over to the fisherman.

"Look, there's a lot of fish!" Pointed Ashnard at the fisherman's bucket which contained many of the fish he had caught.

"Even though I just fished a few hours ago, it turns out that I have caught this much. This place is very extraordinary," said the fisherman happily.

"Ashnard, what about the mushrooms I told you to collect?" Nous asked Ashnard.

"Here." Ashnard handed the three mushrooms to Nous. "Well?"

Nous sighed in disappointment. "Is that all?"

"The important thing is to get it than not at all."

"What are you doing?" asked the fisherman.