High School Hack and Slash Chapter 122 Part 1
Adventurers’ Guild
「Touma-san. Let’s seal that Nebuta float-like car.」
But why.
I think it looks cool, but it’s not too well-received by Shizuka and the others.
It’s equipped with a suspension system, so the comfortability for when riding it should not have been bad.
However, there was difficulty in braking as it was not equipped with brakes, and I have asked Mikan-senpai and the others to improve it, but….
I think it would also serve as a good diet for Peperon, the source of power.
We make him wear a mask-like helmet, so he should not look not like an Indian elephant from a distance.
In fact, even when we passed by some passersby, they didn’t throw a retort about it.
「… I believe, they were simply at a lost as to from where they should throw their retort to.」
「No.」
Maybe, that’s not the case.
The Indian-style dragon-powered car built by the Senpais boasted such a quality that it was hard to believe it was a rush job.
It was even equipped with a gimmick where the strange statues would move on their own.
So, they must have been charmed by it.
「… Err, Touma-san. Yes, we must refrain from acting in a conspicuous manner. As that’s not what we’re after.」
「You have a point.」
As Shizuka pats her chest in relief, for some reason, everyone is giving her a good job sign.
Well, let’s put aside such unimportant matters.
The place in which we’ve settled down is an establishment that looks like a combination of a diner and a bar.
It’s a classical establishment overflowing with exotic vibe.
There are lodging facilities on the second floor, and we have already checked in.
I guess the image is like that of a backpackers’ or guesthouse where a well-traveled foreign traveler might stay.
Speeding along the highway in Peperon car, it was just before sunset when we arrived at the town Saki had found.
But before moving to look for the Japanese embassy, there was a need to secure a place to lodge at.
Sure enough, the people in town are not Japanese no matter how you look at them, but strangely enough, we’re able to communicate with them.
We almost got into a bit of trouble at the checkpoint on our way into town, but Seiichi, who has excellent communication skills, took care of it for us.
Just now, too, just when I thought we had secured a place to stay, he disappeared, having gone to gather various information from the town.
He’s the kind of guy I can’t seem to imitate, a monster of a communicator.
「About that… Looks like we’ve gotten ourselves in some incomprehensible mess.」
I cut up a piece of meat from the chunk that’s placed with a bang on a wooden plate that looks like a concave chopping board.
It’s wild, or I should say crude, and the seasoning used is also nothing but salt.
I don’t know what kind of meat it is either, but it’s pretty filling.
In a pot like a jar, there is a salted soup with cabbage and potato-like vegetables.
It’s a pot-au-feu-like dish, but the seasoning is too monotonous.
Comes with these is a hard bread of dry and crumbly texture.
It’s oddly sour, and ends up stuck in my throat.
It’s like black bread made from rye.
To put it bluntly, it’s not even close to the food that Kurumi-senpai makes.
Or rather, it’s not tasty.
It seems that I’ve ended up having a discriminating palate after being fed by the Senpais.
Well, I’ll eat it, though.
「So, Seiichi-kun. What’s it that’s incomprehensible?」
Otoha-senpai, who is stirring up a wooden mug that looks like a small barrel, urges him to continue.
It’s fermented barley tea, but the taste is pretty weak.
The carbonation is gone, and it doesn’t go down well, either.
Well, I’ll drink it, though.
「How should I put it, this is ultimately just a conclusion I arrived at based on things I heard, but… This place, it seems that it’s not inside the dungeon.」
The heck is this guy talking about at this point? Such a thought crossed my mind, but everyone is very surprised.
「Such a thing, isn’t that a little bit impossible? I mean, monsters are normally walking around, and even the clothes of the people in town are… how should it put it, somewhat fantasy-ish, aren’t they?」
Mai waves her wooden fork in an ill-mannered fashion.
「Well, listen to me first. I haven’t confirmed it with my own eyes yet, but it seems that there’s a『Dungeon』 in this country.」
「You mean like the dungeon at the academy?」
「Yes. It’s just that, it has no facilities like Rashomon, and appears to be a hole that can be entered by normally walking through. It’s treated as a ruin that has existed since time immemorial, and the『Cathedral』, where you can do a class change, seems to also be widely known.」
In other words, they’re opening the dungeon to the public, huh.
As expected of India.
「Err, in short, given the fact that there is an entrance to the dungeon here, does that mean that this place is not a dungeon?」
Otoha-senpai, tilting her head at the paradoxical proof, floats a complicated look on her face.
「Isn’t there also a possibility that it’s an『another world (raid)』 quest of such a Situation?」
「… I thought about that possibility too, but I can’t find any traces of behind-the-scenes in this world. And the town’s inhabitants are also too vivid to be cast.」
「Hmm~, it’s not very good~.」
「Mmm. It’s lacking in spiciness.」
Saki, who is stuffing her cheeks with a chunk of meat, is unusually expressing dissatisfaction.
Basically, Saki eats anything and everything with relish, but she must have ended up having her taste buds trained by Kurumi-senpai and the others just like me.
The extra sausage also has a strange smell to it, and the use of salt alone is not enough.
I’d like to have some hearty currywurst.
「Besides. For argument’s sake, if『another world (raid)』 grows to its limit, doesn’t that make it, in essence, 『another world (world)』 in of it itself?」
「But if that’s the case.」
「To begin with, is that dungeon a real deal?」
Perhaps having their chuuni spirits stimulated by Seiichi’s fantasies, Shizuka and the others are also getting into it in high spirits.
But still, these things sure are not tasty.
At the very least, I want some soy sauce.
Or rather, I think it’s a scam that curry is not on the menu.
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It has been half a year since we came out from our nameless village to this capital of the Kingdom of Camelot.
We are an adventurer party of childhood friends, the same age from the village.
Adventurers are those who earn money by collecting materials in monster dens called dungeons.
Of course, even without going to the trouble of going into dungeons, there are a whole lot of monsters on the above ground.
Even the village where I was born was attacked by monsters several times a year.
But such monster attacks are not all bad.
The only time we could eat meat in the village was when we killed a monster, and materials such as leather and horns were an important part of the harvest.
Above all, we could also sell them to the peddlers who came to the village.
The reason we left the village was because the peddlers told us that there were existences known as adventurers who earned money by hunting monsters as such.
At this point, we do not regret our decision to leave the village.
We were the youngest children of farming families, and our standing was that we would be the first to be cut off should monsters ravage our fields and cause crop failures.
Now we rent an inn in the castle town and live as full-fledged adventurers.
Well, some of us have ended up perishing, though.
That fact alone shows that dungeons are dangerous places.
Even so, there are reasons why adventurers go into dungeons.
One reason is that dungeons are a good place to make money.
When you defeat a monster that appears in the dungeon, a mysterious stone called a crystal will appear.
I don’t quite get it, but it seems that it can be used as a substitute for firewood or as fuel for tools that produce water.
The crystals sold in the guilds are the adventurers’ main source of income.
They also buy materials that are rarely left behind, unlike the ones on the above ground.
Although our party has yet to find one, treasure chests containing treasures can also be found inside the dungeons.
It’s a classic tale sung by the bard in the adventurer’s tavern.
A man who spent his whole life enjoying himself upon finding a mysterious jewel.
The legend of a mercenary who gained a magic weapon that allowed him to mow down monsters with a single swing and even became a king.
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