Chapter 404

Chapter 404: 404

“Someone to gain? \n

“Yes. If you have my speculation, the beginning is a garbage issue, right? I was wondering why you dumped trash outside of the dump.”

Dumping trash elsewhere won’t get you any money.

If it’s to hide the dump overflowing with garbage, Tamer might be involved, but I don’t think you need to hide it in the first place.

Because Tamer is not the only one who does garbage disposal.

If all the Tamers in this village were involved, there would be no rumors that the amount of garbage was strange.

Then I don’t see why you need to hide it.

“Sure, if it started with the garbage problem, I don’t know why.”

Mr. Garritt tilts his neck.

Mr. Ginal thinks about it, too, but he can’t think of a reason.

“Hey, aren’t you hungry?

Mr. Fische looks over at us as he holds his stomach.

With that said, I might have been free.

Maybe it’s time for lunch?

“Is it time for noon?

“Ivy, shall we go back to the square? You were sleepless, weren’t you?

I can stroke your father’s head worrying.

With that said, you did.

I forgot because I was thinking a lot.

“It’s okay now.”

“Really?

This could be a lot more worrying once you get home and go to sleep.

“Were you sleepless?

“Yes, but don’t look like that because it’s okay”

I laugh and shake my neck sideways because Mr. Ginal looks sorry.

Seeing it, Mr. Garritt reaches out and gently strokes his pong and head.

“Ivy’s trying too hard, isn’t she?

Not really, though.

“That’s right. So I can’t keep my eyes open.”

Your father speaks with a slightly troubled look.

I don’t think so.

I shook my head silently to the side, but your father sighed at me.

“With that said, Ivy doesn’t sign up for the Adventurer Guild?

“Eh.”\n

I guess these people will be fine.

Sora said it was okay, too.

“I also have a skill problem and haven’t registered. I signed up for the commercial guild with your father.”

“Is Ivy too? It’s again.”

“Hey, I’m hungry!

“Annoying Fische! Just bear with me for a second!

“It’s a long story about Ginal. I’m so hungry, I’m gonna go buy some shit! The street at noon is crowded.”

Mr. Ginal sighs at Mr. Fische’s attitude and rises out of the chair.

“I’m sorry. It was early in the morning, so you must be hungry.”

“No, because we’re going back to the square”

“Right. I’ll do a little research based on Ivy’s story. I’m looking into it from other sources, but it wasn’t very successful.”

Get out of the room of the ‘Mitchell’ Inn with the Ginars.

Is it because it’s lunchtime or the inn dining room is a little noisy?

Leaving the inn looking at it sideways.

“Thank you for today. We had a good time.”

“No, welcome.”

“I’m still interrupting the square in a couple of days.”

“Okay.”

Staring at your father and Mr. Ginal, I kind of felt heavier.

I wonder what it is?

Is it possible you’re tired?

Well, can you get tired of talking about all kinds of things if you’re not sleeping well?

Oh, did Mr. Fische notice?

“What do we do for lunch?

Look a long time ago at your father’s voice.

Soon, Mr. Ginal and the others are on their way to the stall.

I knew you were tired.

“You look a little pale. Shall we go back to the square and rest?”

“I will. Looks like I need a break. I’m gonna make something out of the leftover rice for lunch, okay?

“Sure. I’ll help you, so don’t push it.”

“It’s gonna be okay.”

“Ivy’s okay doesn’t always count.”

“That’s not true.” \nBut let’s make lunch an easy dish to make.

I got a little pain in my head.

Bowls are easy, aren’t they?

That reminded me of a dish called baking.

The utensils seem like anything, and as far as I can remember, it’s easy.

Yeah, let’s try the baking today.

Walking down the boulevard, there are lively stalls lined up.

It seems to be thriving everywhere.

You can’t get out of the woods, but you always do.

“You can’t go to the woods, so you can’t see the shami.”

“Right. But I don’t know what happened this year, but I can’t even see him through the gate.”

“Really? Even though it’s the healing of the people in this village. Too bad.”

Sharmi?

I think I heard it somewhere.

Sure, I heard it when I was investigating rumors.

“Pretty and nostalgic animal,” he should have said.

Healing what, I’d like to see it too.

“You want to buy something and go home?

“Not today. Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

Returning to the square, many adventurers were making a little noise as usual.

You can’t get out of the woods, so you’re waiting in the square.

I don’t have a choice.

“I’m home. Sorry. You’re late.”

Go inside the tent and apologize to Sola and the others.

It was early morning when we went out, so everyone left a message.

I think I finished my meal properly because the potion I was preparing is missing, like the Solas.

“Yes, Ivy.”

Your father brought a red potion made by Flem.

Drink a little in a small cup and the headache disappears.

Not sick, but seems to work.

“Are you all right? I thought you had a little pain in your head.

It was broken.

\nYou slept well. Your head is neat.

When you get up and extend your arms up, your spine stretches and feels good.

“Is your father outside?

Stand up and stretch up again.

Twist your hips left and right, loosen your body, and then exit the tent.

“Is that it? No.”

I wonder where he went.

Still, it’s evening, isn’t it?

You slept well.

Look around the tent.

Next door, female adventurers enjoy alcohol as usual.

In the tent on the other side, the kids are doing something to the desk.

“What is it?

It’s the usual landscape of the last few days, but I find something uncomfortable.

Again, look around.

“You’re scary. Yeah, I wonder what happens.”

“Right.”

I heard the children.

That’s right, the woods are in that state, you’re scared.

“Is that it? Even though the forest is causing a strange…”

And yet, how can this village not change anything?

It was certainly less lively than the other villages, but it was the same today as it was a few days ago.

Look over the square.

Even though the adventurers have not been able to go to the woods, there is no sense of anxiety or impatience to drink and eat and make noise.

“Good morning, Ivy. I didn’t wake you up because you slept a lot. What’s the matter with you?

Turning his gaze to your father’s voice, he had a pot.

Apparently, he was cooking.

“Oh, this is it? I made it for the ladies next door.”

“Father, isn’t that strange?

“What? Cooking?

Your father looks worried and opens the lid of the pan to make sure it’s inside.

“No. How normal is this village and square when the forest is in such a state?

“What?”

Your father gave a hazy look and looked around.