The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Excuse me. Mr. Ivy, is Mr. Druid here?

When I interrupted Mr. Kowl's house in preparation for the Merme to be served at the stall, I returned with a hindsight I had seen in front of the tent.

"Those are Mr. Ginal's."

What a complicated look to give your father.

Don't really feel like we should have a good discussion once.

"Hello, what's going on?

Speak to the three Ginars from behind.

"What? Oh, good. I came to talk to you a little bit. Were you out?"

"Yes, to someone I know."

Mr. Ginal looks at me still in my words.

Tilting his neck to it, he pulled it all the way back.

With a little surprise, I look at your father.

"What kind of story is it?

Father speaking with a slight frown.

Mr. Ginal also gave a slightly dissatisfied look for a moment.

I hid it right away.

"No, I just got in touch."

"Contact?"

Have you heard from me or your father?

If there is, you mean the forest problem?

"I wanted to hear your opinion on whether to contact you, could you please?

Please could be a long story.

Besides, I don't know if it's a good story to ask.

"Um, I'll get you some tea. Wait."

Hurry back to the tent and open the bag lid.

The Sols jump out of the buck today because they were there together.

"I'm sorry, because people are coming. I'll have the potion ready."

When asked in a whisper, Pull-Pull-Swinging Sora and Flem.

Remove the potion for Sola and Flem from the bag and remove the magic item for Sol.

When you see three of them wondering if this is okay, look at me and shake the pull.

"Eat slowly. I'm coming. Ciel, leave a message."

Wave to four and leave the tent with tea leaves and a cup for a number of people.

"Dad, I'm gonna make you some tea."

It was on my desk, when I held the pot, I headed to the cooking area.

With that said, you hadn't picked up your desk yet.

I hope I can pick it up tomorrow.

When I make tea and go back, what a dark atmosphere.

Were you even talking about something bad?

"Go ahead."

Add tea and place in front of each.

When I sat in the chair, I pressed the button on the magic item your father had been putting out.

"So, what's the story?

"The number of demons causing problems in the woods increased at once"

Huh?

Increased numbers?

"What do you mean?

"The top adventurer I was investigating is looking around as far as I can see a few times a day from the gate. The investigation raised reports that the discomfort felt from the forest was becoming greater and greater. We checked, too, but only for one day, but we did feel bigger. So we discussed what might be possible, and we came to the conclusion that the number of demons might have increased."

"Did you feel uncomfortable?

"Probably because of the increase in numbers, I can feel it."

I see.

Does the fact that demons have increased their numbers all at once make them more likely to hit this village?

I did hear that if I ran out of food in the woods, I would attack a certain place.

And yet more demons at once?

Something's wrong, isn't it?

"How many demons?

"Mr. Druid, you are an adventurer on a journey. Have you ever heard of him anywhere?

Mr. Garritt looks at your father still.

Plus your father shaking his head to the side.

"Right."

Hmm, what is it?

Am I missing something?

No, you're not.

I think I can grab something, what is it?

He was a demon who was good at blending in around him, and suddenly the numbers grew.

... No, I don't know.

"Speaking of which, did the Druids lend you a hand with the Merme stall?

"" Huh?

I look at Mr. Fische in surprise at the sudden change of story.

"Is that it? Different? I ate it, but it was similar to what Mr. Ivy made here."

"Oh, I helped you. Did you eat more than that?

"I ate here and it was similar to the scent, so maybe Ginal noticed and lined up."

They lined me up.

Besides, because it was similar to the scent I ate here, it was a flavor that I wanted to eat again.

Wow, I'm glad.

"Thank you"

"No, let me thank you too. It would be quite a pleasure for this village if we knew Merme was delicious. Because it's the village where my son lives, I was wondering. Thanks."

"I'm glad you're happy"

I knew Mr. Ginal was a good father, right?

I don't think your father has anything to worry about.

Gently look at your father.

I can see you looking at Mr. Ginal.

Still, can't you believe it?

"Oh, and the investigation team was to be formed again."

Oh, I got back to talking.

And there's an investigation team?

The number of demons may have increased. Going to the woods?

"This time it will be a survey only around this village. I can't fight without knowing my enemies."

I see, and I wonder if that's still safe.

Yes, is this information kept secret from other villages?

"Um, is it okay for the other villages to know about this issue?

Ginals give my words a strange look.

Your father gave a stiff look.

"Village information does not flow quickly but surely. I didn't even hide it. But why?

"I have your father's master in Alltown. If you were a master, you might know something because you really know a lot of things. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, my master's going that way for nothing."

For nothing.

I look at your father with a slightly frightened look.

And a father who flaunted his shoulder.

"Master of All Towns, could you possibly be referring to Mons?

Mr. Garritt asks his father with a little excitement.

Who's Mons?

"Do you know?

Hmm? Who?

"Yeah, I took care of you before. Is Mr. Druid his apprentice?

"Well, that's right. You will."

Your father is a disciple.

"Mons, could it be about your master?

Father with a surprised look at my words.

"That? Don't you know that?

"All the time, master, master. That's what the villagers called it, so I don't think they heard the name."

You didn't forget, did you?

Probably not listening...... maybe.

"Are you his apprentice? Speaking of which, I heard Mr. Mons solved the problem that struck Alltown last year. You're still active."

Mr. Garritt talks quite happily.

Is that what you like about your master?

"Ah, that one. That's right. I was working it out with all the help around me."

"Did Mr. Druid join you?

"No, I'm not in. I got one arm a while ago, so I wasn't used to it."

Mr. Garrett and Mr. Ginal gave a hazy look at what your father casually told you.

Besides, your father laughed like he said it was nothing.

"Um, can I talk to your master?

You've got a little weird air.

In the meantime, let's just ask what we want to hear.

"Of course. It's comforting to hear from Mr. Mons."

Mr. Mons, you're kind of unfamiliar.

"Do you want to send 'Fluffy' tomorrow?

"Right. Speaking of which, maybe it's time for a reply back"

"No, you were sending 'fuzzy' to everyone. I forgot."

Your father smiles bitterly.

"Does anyone keep in touch with you on 'fuzz'?"

Mr. Ginal rides out a while ago with a surprised look on his face.

My body glances backwards a little surprised by that.

"Yes, because you're all worried about me."

"Everybody?"

Mr. Ginal tilts his neck.

"Well, isn't that good? How much further can I tell you than that? May I also tell you that there are wind members?

I look over at the three of you as your father supports you in the back.

Plus three people nod.

I guess that means I can tell you everything.

"Okay. I'll send it tomorrow morning, too. Tomorrow, shall we get up early and get ready?

"Right. You'd better hurry."

You want to solve the problem early.

I wish my master knew what it was.