"Rolling".

　I wipe my face with a cloth from the mistling at the sound of such a voice coming from behind.
　wash one's face with a running dagger
　If anyone knew what was going on, they would open their eyes in amazement.
　The water produced by Ray's magic from the flowing dagger that produces water by the magic of the cast away is just water, but it tastes like heaven's delicacy.
　But for Ray, the water that even the aristocrats would buy at any price is nothing but water.

"Oh, set. Look, don't be too playful."

　Ray rubs Seto's face on his hungry face in the morning sun.
　a forest found on the way to Hazlouis
　That's where Ray decided to sleep in the open yesterday.
　The forest where the sun shaded the trees was a worthy sight for Ray, who was accustomed to mountains.

"Well, it's different from the scenery I saw in Japan."

　The mountain where Ray lived when he was in Japan seems similar to this forest, but it is very different.
　There were more trees growing than ever before in Japan.
　Watching such a morning scene in the forest, Ray takes various dishes out of the mistling.
　Skewers, stews, breads, stir-fried foods, boiled foods...
　It's a bit too luxurious for breakfast...or too heavy for some.
　However, for Ray and Sett, this level of food can be eaten up without any problems.

"Grull".

　Seto gurgles happily and eats fried food.
　Ray eats stew while watching such a set.
　Stews that are well-boiled and seasoned with vegetables are the best to eat with fresh bread.
　After such a lavish meal and a short break, Ray would fly off on a set towards Hazlouis.





"Wow, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

　Ray and Sett arrived in Hazlouis before noon, but it was the scream of a security guard who greeted them.
　Ray is a little disappointed because this never happened in Viscount Gayle's territory, but as long as Sett is a Gryphon, he decides he can't help it and gives a guild card.

"Don't worry, this is my slave," Then I'll ask you to go into the city."

　Saying so, the guard, seeing the guild card handed to Ray, manages to restrain himself from another startling cry.

(Rank B... and Gryphon means... crimson!? Why is crimson a famous adventurer...?)

　The guard manages to hold down the surprise -- it didn't appear to be killing Ray at all -- and begins the proceedings.
　Watching such guards, Ray understood that the rebel case had not yet spread this far.
　But it's only natural. It was last night that Leldakt was attacked by Ray and captured by rebels -- as I expected.
　Ray was able to get here in a short time because he was on the set, but it would still take some time for the information to come in.
　Considering Seto's flight speed, it could be more than a week away.
　At any rate, Ray goes into Hazlouis with Sett after the proceedings.
　It was fortunate for Ray that he was not told to let Sett into the city.
　...but it was largely avoided because the guards were afraid of what would happen if Ray got angry.

"Well, the question is... where does Jazz's brother Dostrite live?"

　I've heard that Dostrite lives in Hazlouis, but of course Ray doesn't know exactly where he lives.
　If you decide to ask someone something you don't understand, tell them to wait a little further away so they won't be surprised when they see the set, and then head to a nearby stall... none of the dishes they sell stimulate their appetite.
　Leldact's heavy taxes have probably made the quality of the goods sold in the stores very poor.
　Nevertheless, Leldakt himself is eating delicious food.
　It seems to Ray that even if a rebel is born, it will be inevitable.

"What's the matter, sir?"
"Oh, ... well, give me some skewers over there." And will you tell me where his house is?"

　That's what I say, and I'll give you a little more copper than the skewer.
　Having checked the number of copper coins, the shopkeeper does not hesitate to tell Ray about Dostrite's house.
　There was a desperate expression on his face as if he could save this money.
　Here, too, the influence of the heavy tax on Leldakt has been strong.

(Well, in a little bit more time, the rebels will contact you, so you can work that hard. If I tell you, it will only confuse you badly.)

　Knowing that his careless intervention only confuses the people around him, Ray heads straight to Dostrite's house where he was taught.
　There were some shops selling food along the way, but Ray, who had guessed the general situation at the first shop, did not pretend to buy large quantities as usual.
　In terms of alms, it might have been better to buy them.
　But if only one shop did so, others would envy the shop.
　In order not to do so, it is necessary to shop at every store.
　Of course, with Ray's financial resources, he can do such a thing easily.
　What's more, there are some magic items that I've taken from Leldakt.
　But what you get from it will be completely destroyed.
　Ray thought it was a bit different, but ultimately he never shopped after his first store.
　If this had been the case for many people starving to death, Ray would have changed his behavior.

"Here it is,"

　When I moved to the spot I heard at the stall, there was a shop selling tableware there.

(Is it a tableware store? ... I don't think I can make ends meet with that, looking at the state of course.

　While wondering a little about it, Ray tells Sett to relax a little further away and he goes into the store.

"Come on in,"

　I turned my eyes to the voice which I heard, and saw a man of build with a reluctant look of craftsmanship.
　It goes without saying to Ray who it is.
　Because he had the same features as jazz... and most importantly, he had the same physique.

"What are you looking for, sir?"

　You must have been suspicious of Ray, who came into the store but was looking at you instead of looking inside.
　He asks, with a slightly guarded glance.
　Ray opens his mouth to what they say.

"Are you sure you are Dostrite?"
"...but who are you? Why don't you just show your face if you're asking people for their names?"

　Dostrite nods and takes off his hood.
　Looking at Ray's face from there, Dostrite paused for a few seconds in surprise.
　She must have wondered what kind of face she would have had, but she probably never thought she would have had a face like Ray.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't like all kinds of trouble."
"Oh, oh... I suppose,"

　He could have roughly figured out what kind of trouble Ray was going to get into. Dostrite relaxes his guard a little.

"And what does a man like you want me to do?"
"I'm a little late, but it's a letter delivery."
"Letters?"
"Oh, from jazz."
"What!"

　Dostrite's face twists with surprise at the impending name that comes out of Ray's mouth.

"Jazz?"
"Oh, there's Jazz in the village I stopped by on my way to the Earl of Leldakt. So I took care of the letter.There have been many things exactly, but I keep silent that it will only worry Dostrite.
　Ray then hands over the letter from Mistilling to Dostrite.

"It's from jazz."

　At Ray's words, Dostrite takes the letter with great importance and begins to read it.

(Jazz is an adventurer, so you can read and write, but Dostrite can read and write, too. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　Adventurers have trouble reading requests if they can't read or write at least illiterate.
　And merchants need to read and write to keep books.
　With that in mind, Ray could understand that jazz and dostrite could be read and written.

"Yes,"

　While Dostrite is reading the letter, Ray is free, but he looks around the store and exclaims a little bit of admiration.
　All the tableware displayed in the shop was found to be very well made.
　Ray has little artistic sense of beauty.
　Decorated tableware is carved in simple patterns, but still not as gorgeous as it is.
　The tableware sold in this store is just practical use.
　Metal tableware and wooden tableware were laid out.
　And while Dostrite reads, Ray picks up some dishes.













"What are you doing?"

　When Dostrite finished reading the letter, Ray's hands were piled with plates.
　Plates of deep, shallow, small, large, wood, metal... many.
　No wonder Dostrite, seeing it, asked so unconsciously.

"No, I like to eat."
"...and?"
"And you'll be in trouble if you run out of dishes?"

　In fact, there are dishes in the mystery ring that you've bought with food from a variety of restaurants.
　However, even if the dishes are the same, the taste of the dishes will change if the plates are different.
　Exactly the taste of the food itself does not change, but it is correct that the taste changes depending on the mood you feel when you are eating.
　In that sense, the more plates the better.
　Moreover, Ray has a fair amount of opportunities to serve a large group of people.
　Ray's honest opinion was that the more dishes he had, the better.

"Well, all right, I'll welcome you if you're willing to pay for it. and you write that you will fight against Count Lerdacht... what do you want me to do?"
"You don't have to do anything."

　In Dostrite's words, Ray simply says so.

"What?"

　At first, Dostrite could not understand what was said by Ray.
　The letter said he wanted Ray to help him.
　The Jazz Daughter... for Dostrite, she saved her niece Schiller from the hands of an oak.
　That's why Dostrite was thinking of doing everything he could...
　What came back was that there was no need to do anything.

"What do you mean? Didn't you come here to help me?"
"That's what I meant at first." I met certain people before I came to this town. I have already done my revenge for Leldact in cooperation with them."
"... are you done? Does that mean you've already attacked the Earl of Leldakt?"
"Oh, ... well, I'll tell you," Leldakt should have been captured by the rebels last night. I'm sure the information will come soon."
"Last night? How do you know that?"
"I told you, because I launched an attack on Leldact. for the mutineers took action, taking advantage of the inadequate defenses of Leldakt's estate."
"Wait, wait, wait," That doesn't add up to my reckoning. Java, where Count Reldakt lives, is quite a long way from here. That's a ten-day drive away. But how do you know about yesterday?"

　I'm not lying to the person who brought me a letter from Jazz.
　Dostrite wanted to think so, but still felt a clear contradiction in what Ray was saying.
　But Ray doesn't seem particularly concerned about Dostrite and opens his mouth.

"That's easy. My traveling speed is beyond normal expectations. -- I'll show you the secret, come on."

　First of all, I put down the dishes and take Dostrite to the front of the shop.
　...a few decades later, Dostrite's astonishment echoed around him, and the city's inhabitants came to see him with interest.