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Chapter 140




Chapter 140: 140
Bring a bucket near Mr. Druid to show Yuka inside (like this).\n
The troubled look on his face makes him look sorry for me.
Because of the loss of one arm, I couldn’t get a sense of equilibrium and fell down when I tried to get up.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d fall.”
“No. Are you okay?
When he fell, he didn’t seem to have taken it well.
“I’m fine. I’m still working out.”
Are you sure you’re okay?
“Because you really don’t have to worry about it. You don’t have to look like that.”
Apparently, my thoughts are on my face.
“Yes. Excuse me.”
Mr. Druid smiles bitterly and nods one, looking in the barrel and wrinkling between his eyebrows.
Probably to the size of the lucky incense inside.
Lucky incense is “the fruit that becomes the tree of happiness”, but it never brings back the fruit as it is.
Because of the big fruit, the smell is strong.
It definitely attracts demons.
So when moving fortunate incense, scrape just a small amount and put it inside the box of magic items.
They say the box of magic items has sealed magic to keep the smell from leaking outside.
But the lucky incense in front of you is in itself.
It’s soaked in water, but I’m anxious.
“What do you think of this stuff…”
“I heard you’d be fine if you soaked it in water, okay?
“Oh, that’s all right for now. Just keep it for a day because the water will be contaminated by the smell of fortunate incense.”
“Really? How to process it?
“I wonder if there’s only one way to burn it in the woods. Don’t burn into the trees around you, light a fire and run away. Even so, I’ll see how it goes nearby. It’s dangerous because there’s a good chance the demon will come.”
That’s an amazing way.
Speaking of which, are there demons all around the Tree of Happiness?
All this time, you’ve been wondering.
“Um.”
“The Tree of Bliss itself is poison to demons, so there are no demons around.”
Mr. Druid laughs bitterly and gives me an answer before asking.\n
I’m a little surprised, but I think it may have been asked many times in Yukaka’s explanation.
And the tree of happiness poisons the demon?
You’ve never heard of it before.
The fruit attracts demons, and the tree itself is poison.
What a strange plant.
After a while, people’s hurried voices and footsteps reach their ears.
Apparently, the rescue adventurers are here.
“Is anyone there?”
I can hear you looking for survivors.
“Right here!”
When Mr. Druid raised his voice, he heard a slight voice of joy on the other side.
I’m sure you were glad it wasn’t all destroyed…
“Have I made you happy?”
“I think so”
I make a face that says Mr. Druid is gone.
Well, I have no choice.
The approaching adventurers are checking the surrounding conditions to make their faces strong.
uncomfortable with their reaction and lean their necks.
Aren’t they the top adventurers?
I hear only the top adventurers are at the rescue.
“Hey, don’t be a wolf about this.”
After the first adventurers to arrive, I heard a tremendous rag.
I think you have a calm voice.
It’s a little hard to tell with a ragged voice.
Probably the top adventurer.
“Hmm? Is that the Druid?
“Hi Gilmouth”
It was Mr. Gilmouth.
Mr. Gilmouth is a tall, disappointing back length, but I guess the characteristic is his voice.
Wherever you are, you’re going to notice with that rattling voice. \n“That’s a lot worse. Besides, what about this kid?
“Oh, if only Grubbal attacked me. This girl owes me my life.”
That’s what you said you’d explain?
Eh.
I can’t say anything bad, so I’ll keep one head down in silence.
“Is it Grubbal? You survived so well.”
Mr. Gilmouth is surprised by the name Gulbal.
Sounds like a pretty horrible demon.
I wonder if the Siers are okay?
You’re worried, huh?
“And who’s the benefactor of life? And you, my arm…”
“It’s like they were eating my arms off me and I was unconscious. So, this ivy took me down the street to help.”
“They ate me up… Beautiful, huh?
Mr. Gilmouth gives a strange look when he sees the scar on Mr. Druid’s arm.
“I think he used all the potions he had, regardless of the type.”
“Everything? Regardless of the type?
“Yes.”
“So the scar is that pretty? Although it has long been said that combining potions has a strange effect. This is the first time I’ve seen it in my eyes.”
Yes, it is.
You’ve never heard of it before.
But I’m sorry that scar is a lie.
Keep an apology in your heart.
Mr. Gilmouth nodded when he saw a bottle of empty potion rolling nearby.
That’s what Mr. Druid has been wandering about to talk to you about.
The total number of bins is 22.
You counted the numbers, wrinkles between Mr. Gilmouth’s eyebrows.
“That’s a lot.”
When I can turn my gaze softly, I get nervous.
“I’m in a hurry.”
My voice has been plundered.
\nMr. Druid shows the good smell in the bucket of water.
“Huh? You, you!
Mr. Gilmouth’s expression turns to amazement.
No, Ciel noticed.
That’s what I want to say!
I can’t, though.
Let’s definitely solve Mr. Gilmouth’s misunderstanding later.
“Who the hell brought in Lucky Hana?”
A tremendously powerful voice echoes around.
To that voice jumps up the bodies of the adventurers who were stretching their faces in this tragedy.
My body freaked out for a second too, but not as much as they did.
I thought you weren’t the top adventurer?
It’s too different from the top adventurers, Mr. Borolda.
“Gilmouth, calm down”
“You, I can’t believe this is calm. If this was getting into town!
“I know, but I can’t help being mad here right now.”
Mr. Gilmouth sighs, staring at the bucket with fortunate incense.
“Bad. Right.”
“In Gilmouth’s position, I know what it’s like to be angry.”
Mr. Druid speaks to Mr. Gilmouth in a calm voice.
Mr. Druid said he was a medium adventurer, but the atmosphere is the top adventurer, right?
“Ha, well, that would help you survive.”
“Hahaha, I can only help a little.”
They started talking about what was going to happen, so they left the place a little.
It won’t be a good story for outsiders to hear.
Besides, let’s not act like we’re more likely to get involved.
Look around.
The adventurers who came to the rescue are doing things like checking the status quo.
There’s nothing I can do.
Travel to the place where the fallen tree lies and sit.
Somehow, when I was relieved, I lost my strength.