When I returned to the village from the box garden, the chiefs were just finishing their discussion.



I apologize for keeping the travelers waiting. The truth is that there were differences of opinion in the village. But since we have failed so far, there is no guarantee that we will succeed if we continue as we are. You will pay us all for our success, won't you?"



"Of course. If the villagers cooperate, we will thin out the goblins and provide them with food. However, the villagers will not be in danger.



"I don't believe that kind of a deal. I don't believe a word the stranger says. I'll kill the goblins as soon as I'm healed. ......

Warren, that's such a rude thing to say.

"You!"



　The man called Warren has bandages on his legs and arms, crutches, and is supported on the other side by a well-dressed woman.

　Warren is so excited that he shakes his hand so hard that it hits the desk.

　It must have been one of the young men the goblins had killed.



　I take out a restorative and hand it to Warren.

"Here's your recovery potion.



"Hmm. I guess the adventurers have some kind of medicine that doesn't do much for them. I won't be fooled by that.



"Well, don't say that. If you need to see if you've been poisoned, you can have Shannon give it to you.

"Oh, me?　I'd like to take some of your medicine if you don't mind.

　Shannon cheerfully raised her hand and said, "Shannon is still my sober companion.



Shannon says, "You haven't had my medicine yet, have you? Here's a special one for you.

　I give Shannon some of my recovery pills. I want it to taste good. I'll make it muscat flavor.



　Shannon gulps it down in one gulp.



"What is this?　No other recovery medicine tastes like this. It's so refreshing and easy to drink!　And I feel lighter. Mr. Rock, I want another bottle!



"I'll give you a regular juice later, but kids can have no more than one bottle a day."



I'm not a child. I'm a grown man.



　Shannon's cheeks are puffy. She's really cute.



----I want one too.

"Yes, yes."



　I'll give Lucky a strawberry-flavored recovery potion. This one's a little sweet and sour.

--Yeah. Not bad. It's good.



"Here you go, Warren."

　Warren takes a little lick of the restorative, though he is suspicious of the taste.

　Incidentally, he gave Warren an apple-flavored recovery potion.



"What the hell. You call this a recovery potion? It doesn't taste like a mixture of rotten grass, ditch, ash, and seawater. It's more like the sweetness of an apple soaking into you."



"Oh, it was an apple?　Mine was muscat."

--Mine tasted like strawberries.



　I tried to make a variety of concoctions just to see the look of surprise on his face, but my old friends were angry and told me to go get one of the demons if I was going to do this, so this restorative is just for me.

　Normally, it's a lemon-flavored potion with little flavor, but today I gave him a special version to make him trust me.



"Oh, my God. The pain is completely gone. And I can ...... move my arm. And my legs don't hurt at all. Hey adventurer ...... what the hell are you? I've never heard of a fool giving such a high level restorative to an old man from the countryside. You can't give me this stuff and expect anything in return."



　Warren's eyes flutter in surprise as he checks the movement of his limbs.



"You ...... sure you can move your arms?　I don't even know if I can hold a sword anymore. ...... Oh, adventurer, thank you so much for saving my husband."

　The woman beside Warren bows deeply to us.　



"Oh, it really works. I didn't know such a miracle could happen.



"I'm in the middle of another project myself, and I'd be happy to give you any number of restoratives if you'd like to help me with that. What do you think?　You still don't trust me?



"No, I'm sorry. No, I'm Warren once again. I'm the assistant to the chief here in the village. Let me help you in any way I can. But there are still many young men in this village who are injured. Can you help them get better?"



"I'm Locke. I'll give you anything you want if you help me.

　I take out my bag, pull out 10 vials and put them on the desk.



"These are unflavored, so don't tell anyone I took flavored pills. And let me know if you need more."

　Having a secret in common, no matter how small, helps bring us closer together.



"Oh, thank you."



"Well, I'd like to talk business now, but first I need to get some restorative medicine and food to those who are willing to help me. By the way, there were a lot of cavets growing on the way here, why don't you eat them?"



　I took out the cavets and showed them to the village chief, who looked a little uncomfortable.

"Can you eat those?　I've never eaten anything like that before. I'm sorry to say to the traveler, but isn't that horse food?"



"Horse food?　I'll show you how good cavetto tastes. Besides, since this is going to be the thing that saves this village, we'll have to get the whole village to like it.



"This is what's going to save the village?"

　Both the mayor and Warren look at each other in disbelief.

　First they have to know how delicious it is.






"Chief, do you have any big pots in this village?"

"Yes, for the festival."

"Yes, let's borrow it. Let's borrow it.



　Well, let's eat first, and then we'll get going.

　We have to fulfill both requests within a week.