"Oh, I see you,"

　On Seto's back, Ray muttered at the distant village of Galanca.

"O, we're about to arrive at Galanca.

　Ray calls out to the set basket just in case.
　There were supposed to be a few guards and slave traders.
　The captain of the guard who negotiated with Ray was supposed to come with him, but the captain of the guard can't leave the city for a few days...or longer.
　If all the guards, like Gilm, were strong--which naturally happened--Jubis was only a country town, even though it was a big city around here.
　That's why the captain of the guards couldn't leave the city carelessly.
　As a result, guards, including a convoy, headed from the ground to Galanca, but in advance Ray was transported in a set basket with guards to interrogate and keep watch over pirates and slave traders to buy captured pirates as slaves.
　Are the guards and slave traders who have never experienced flying happy about it, or are they afraid of it... even though Ray didn't know about it.
　Anyway, it was true that the act of flying had brought the lays back to Galanca much earlier than they would normally travel on the ground.

"Huh? Oh, the pirates are there."

　Right next to the village, there's something Ray didn't have when he went out... something like a building made of soil.
　However, it's not exactly a building.
　He was worthy of being called simply a huge lump of ground.
　I'm sure Ray doesn't know what it is.
　In the first place, it was Ray who asked Marina to build a cage to hold the pirates.
　The cet descends toward the ground... and eventually brings the cet basket down to the ground.
　Naturally, Elena and others notice the state of the cages, and the inhabitants of Galanca find themselves a little late.
　Watching the villagers emerge outside the village, Ray and Sett now descend to the ground.
　Elena and others were not particularly surprised when they saw the cages, but Galanca residents were simply dumbfounded.
　The reason why they didn't take up arms or anything like that was probably because Marina had informed them of the existence of the cages.
　Or maybe Ray and Sett came down to earth as soon as they lowered the basket.

"Ray! You were so quick." I thought it would take a little longer to talk about before I left."
"He was a man of sense. I was prepared that I might have to stay over there for the night at the worst."

　If the nickname crimson hadn't been so famous...or had it not been for the means to identify Ray as crimson, he might have stayed overnight in Jubis, as Ray said.
　Fortunately, however, the crimson nickname is also known in Jubis, and if you show Ray's guild card, you'll definitely prove it's Ray.
　It helped to make things go smoothly, and thus I was able to come back within the day.

"...and? Why haven't you come out yet?"

　Ray, speaking back to Marina and looking at the casket, was suspicious, but the door to the casket opens as if he had been watching the timing.

"I can't believe I'm going to fly... I can't believe I'm going to fly..."

　The first guard to come out was completely exhausted despite a short journey from Juvis.
　There's so much fatigue on my face that it's almost impossible to imagine...
　When Ray sees the guard, he wonders if it will be useful at first, but he is relieved to see that the next guard doesn't look so tired.
　Even slave traders were impressed to fly... when they got out of the basket, they approached Ray first.

"Ray! This is... this is great! It's really great to be able to fly this fast."

　A stout man with a beard of about forty years old, with a light of curiosity in his eyes, tells Ray so.
　You must have liked flying so much.
　Watching the guards, Ray nods back, albeit a little surprised by such a slave trader.

"Oh, yeah. I'm glad you liked it."
"Yes. Being able to travel in this short period of time... allows me to go far away to do business. So what do you think? If you don't mind, you're going to hire me.
"I'm sorry, but I don't mean to," I'm an adventurer now, and I'm well in time."
"I'll take care of it.

　Ray shakes his head at the slave trader who immediately approaches him when he refuses.
　As an adventurer, Ray has no intention of being hired by someone for a short time on request.
　The slave traders look disappointed at Ray's attitude.
　In fact, Ray, who has a mystery ring and is subservient to Seto, is the only way merchants can make any amount of money.
　For slave traders, it is nothing short of pity that someone who can make it come true will refuse it out of hand.
　But the slave trader had nothing more to say to Ray.
　That's because I thought Ray would feel bad about him if he did so.
　He probably decided that it would be better for him to leave him with a little favor than to do something like that way.

"I see. That's a pity. Now... what shall I do?"

　Slave traders call out to the guards who have not yet recovered from the shock of flying.
　The guards eventually take a deep breath and change their minds, perhaps because of the voice.

"Well... is there a village mayor?"
"Yes, yes, what is it? If there's anything I can do to help you, I'll do it."

　The old woman screamed at the guard's words.
　The guard nods back, perhaps because he judged the old woman to be the village mayor.

"Well, I'll be saved if you help me. We need to hear a lot from these guys first, and we need a place to stay until we get some support. Is there any place left vacant?"
"Yes. The house where Rimochi lived until last year is now vacant. I'm cleaning it up, so I think it's not a problem to use it."

　When the village mayor says so, the guard wants to hear for a moment what the Limochi is doing now, but he puts up with it for now.
　If you had left the village, you needn't worry about it, but... it would certainly feel creepy to hear that you had actually died in the house.
　Ask what's going on... if it's just a so-called interrogation room, they'll have to stay in the house themselves until they get their support.
　That being the case, I didn't want to hear anything careless.

"Then let me use it," Now, ask the circumstances, or enter into a slave contract. Which one would be easier first?"

　The guards' words were directed at slave traders.
　The slave trader looks at the pirates in the dirt cages, as if it were a lie that he had just spoken to Ray excitedly.

"Well, I'd like to negotiate the price first, so I'd like to ask the questioner first."
"All right, then, shall we begin at once?" -- well, how can I get this out?"

　The guard, having finished his conversation with the slave traders, tried to hear from the pirates at once."The earth cage that captures pirates was created by Marina by magic of spirits.
　The cage, built with the highest priority of pirates not to escape, had no such thing as a door to open from the outside.

"Marina, please."

　If you push yourself too hard, it won't be difficult to break the dirt cage.
　However, there is no way they can act as cages.
　That being the case, it was still best to ask the marina who actually built the dirt cage here."And don't ask me to negotiate the price of slaves."
"Yes, that's fine with me, but... what are you going to do with Ray?"
"I buy fishing gear and fish."

　In terms of price negotiations, it's definitely better to ask Marina there too.
　But he was willing to negotiate the purchase of fishing gear and fish, because he would let the pirates be sold as slaves.

"Mr. Mayor, who should I negotiate with to buy fishing gear and fish?"
"Well, to be honest with you, you have captured the pirates who were threatening this village." So long as that's the case, I think I can give it away for free."

　If pirates had continued to deprive the village of food, the village's survival would have been in jeopardy.
　Now that I've had help with it, it's no problem for the village mayor to give Ray fishing gear and fish.
　Of course, it is troublesome to bring a large amount of fishing gear to the extent that it affects fishing, but what Ray wants is only for personal use.
　Ray shakes his head to the village mayor, who tells him so.

"No, fishing gear must be an important thing in this village. And I'm not in trouble for financial reasons. Then you don't have to push yourself too hard here."
"That's ridiculously honest. Then... Pastra. The owner will negotiate with Ray to decide how much fishing gear he will sell."
"...what?"

　The mayor says, "Pastra... when Ray comes to this village, the person he has met a lot makes a stupid sound."
　You never thought your name would be called here.
　But Ray doesn't have to worry about the pastra's embarrassment, and when he leaves the negotiations with the slave traders to Marina, he approaches the pastra.

"Well, then, let's start negotiating at once." First of all, show me what fishing gear you have. I wish I had harpoon and net."

　As Ray led his way into the village, he would eventually give up on the pastra.
　After a deep sigh, he starts walking with Ray.

"Here it is," First of all, I have some fishing gear that I don't use now, so look at it. I'll give you the one you want. That's fine, isn't it?"

　Ray has no objection to what Pastra said.
　If the fishing gear is not currently used for any reason, buying it will not affect fishing.
　So I was led to a hut built near the sea.
　The village was by no means large, and they arrived at the sea very quickly.

"Well, what you need was a harpoon or a net?"
"Oh, I ride on a set and catch big fish from the sky, but with a spear, I get out because there's no return."
"Ah... well, spears are weapons." You can't imitate catching fish just like a harpoon made for catching fish."

　As he says so, Pastra hands Ray the harpoon on the wall.
　Described as unused fishing gear, the harpoon is not rusty and reflects sunlight.
　With a slightly surprised look on his face, Pastra smiled proudly.

"It doesn't mean they don't take care of the fishing gear they haven't used. It's only natural that we should be prepared to use it immediately in case something happens, isn't it?"
"Well, if you say so,"

　If you are wondering if there was anyone in this village who could forge, you will be handed a harpoon by the Pastra.

"Here's this harpoon," Hold it for a moment. Is there anything strange about it?"
"Huh? Oh, the question is... Huh?"

　There's no problem.
　Ray tried to answer that, but suddenly the back of the harpoon. In spear language, you notice a round hole in the butt.

"What's this hole?"
"Huh? Oh, that's it." I'm taking it off now, but tie a string in the hole. So..."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　Ray screams, interrupting Pastra's words.
　Ray's sudden behavior left Pastra dumbfounded by explaining the harpoon.
　But, ignoring the situation... not at all aware, Ray hands the harpoon to the Pastra and takes it out of the mistling.
　The harpoon is clearly different from the one possessed by the Pastra.
　And most importantly, a wire extends from the tip of the harpoon handle.

"Now that you mention it, I had a harpoon,"
"... Hey,"

　Stupidly, the Pastra was thrusting in like that way.