It's raining.
This is the first rain since I lived in this village.
I have to put away all the dried meat——
With this thought in mind, he quickly walked to the back where I surrounded him, assuming it was a yard, and collected all the drying monster meat.
In fact, Kellasi didn't finish the meat of the sharp porcupine. After eating half of the pig, she immediately expressed that she was full.
Although Teresa and I tried our best to eat, there was still a lot of meat left, so after putting it in the warehouse, the whole warehouse was full immediately, which really made me a little embarrassed.
However, Kellas didn't have any consciousness at all, and went up humming a little tune.
And someone came to the door the next day after I sent the task.
While they were marveling that there were still people opening an inn in a place like this, they handed me the monster meat they had hunted.
Because it is really a very profitable business.
After most of the monsters were killed, the only things that could be used were the magic crystals condensed by magic power, furs and some special organs that could be sold as commodities, and most of the remaining meat was abandoned.
It contains messy magic power that is not suitable for people to absorb, and most of the monsters are too large to be carried, and the benefits they can obtain are really limited, so monster hunters and mercenaries sneer at the meat of monsters. .
Maybe in the inland areas, there will be princes and nobles who are looking for novelties who will eat these things, but for frontiers like Team Doctor's Immortal Fortress, it's really not a worthwhile business, so I might as well give up.
So when my commission was sent out, many monster hunters probably got excited immediately, right?
After all, it is a piggy-back deal, and no one will refuse it.
This then led to a rather troublesome problem...
There is no room for it in the warehouse.
Keeping it in the kitchen all the time was not a solution, so I simply went out to find wood and tools to build a wall around it, then marinated the dried meat and put it in the yard to dry. In this way, the space and storage problems were all solved.
What a genius I am!
So I couldn't help but feel complacent again.
"Boss Lin is giggling again."
A feeble voice came from the mouth of the girl in front of him.
"Ahem, cough, cough, it feels like Kellas is particularly quiet today."
When I came to my senses, I coughed to hide my embarrassment - and accidentally fell into a strange delusion.
Kyle Russ was lying on the table, looking listless.
"Because it's a rainy day." She raised her head slightly and looked out the door pitifully, "I hate rainy days the most. I can't run around in the woods, on the fields, or on the road. "
Why is it that the first thing you think of is running around?
--Oh yes.
I forgot, it seems that dogs really don’t like water.
And I currently suspect that Kyle Rath’s three-headed hellhound may be of husky origin.
"It's normal to rain in summer, and it didn't rain much before. Now this situation should be called a long drought, followed by good rain."
"You know how to speak some literate words." Kyle Russ snorted slightly, and then continued to slump in his seat.
Such weather——
"boss."
The door was open, so from the counter I could see the person standing at the door.
It was a man wearing a bamboo hat, with a beard and a weathered uncle's face.
And judging from the aesthetics of normal people, he is very handsome. If it were placed on the earth, there would probably be a lot of uncles rushing towards it...
In addition, this uncle is also a mercenary.
He was wearing a knife on his waist, a badly worn armor on his body, and a waterproof bag hanging on his waist. There were bulging bags inside, and he didn't know what they contained.
And I have seen this scene a lot in the past few days.
So he tilted his head slightly, and sure enough, he saw a bag behind him.
"Excuse me, are you handing in the mission here?"
"Trouble." I stepped forward and said to the mercenary in front of me.
He silently dragged the monster in and threw it to the ground.
I don't know how many times this scene has been repeated in the past few days. It makes me really busy like one of those NPCs in the game that can sell unlimited goods.
Ah, if you are a player, you probably wouldn't have thought that the NPC would actually have to deal with and sell the items after collecting them.
After all, in most cases, the NPC in the player's impression is actually standing still and saying "welcome - welcome - come -".
But something changed slightly today.
"Boss, are there any rooms left here?"
······This is business.
"some."
To be on the safe side, I asked one more question.
"May I ask what the guest is here for?"
"Don't you do any door-to-door business?"
"I didn't open a store in this place just to make money."
The man looked at me intently for a while, and then said with a strange expression: "Isn't it to make money? Is there such a businessman in the world?"
You won’t believe me if I tell you, but actually I am a janitor here...
"I'm here to document it because this place is going to disappear."
He groaned and sat down on the bench.
"War? But that doesn't matter. The empire's officials have not responded to these things at all. Most of them are just rumors among the people."
"Sometimes silence just doesn't feel right."
Talking about a lot of things is a man's pleasure.
And it’s rare to meet a flowery person on a rainy day, so we started chatting after paying.
"A war is unlikely to break out in recent years." The man snorted, "Those newspaper guys will only make some explosive news, and then make some specious analysis to win other people's attention."
I turned around and took the wine from the counter, poured a glass of wine and put it on the counter, and said, "Want to chat?"
"What's there to talk about?"
He glanced at the wine glass in front of him and seemed to be moved.
"What's going on in the city now? Has anything happened?"
Ever since I came back from the Immortal Fortress that day, I have always had some knots in my heart.
Humans are really strange creatures. Even though they meet by chance, they will be so curious at a certain moment.
Or maybe it’s for the vague sense of justice in my heart.
"What could happen?" His expression finally softened a bit, and the sense of alienation caused by my sudden conversation immediately faded a lot.
"Such as... abnormal death or something."
"Unfortunate people die every day." He said with some irony, "This is normal."
"I wanted to ask about murder or something, and possibly caused by traces of magic."
