The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Nice to meet you, Meera's brother and tort in the green wind. This is my brother Marma."

Surprised.

The same face lined up.

Could it be, twins?

"Ivy, are you surprised? My brothers are twins. It's rare."

Unusual?

... Really?

If that's what Mr. Meera says, I guess so.

Hi, I feel like the knowledge I know has been influenced a lot by me before, so I can't say anything bad.

But surely there were no people in the village I'd ever been to who I thought were twins.

Is it unusual?

Let's remember.

"I've never seen it before. Best regards, It's Ivy."

"Oh, you're a good boy."

Both Mr. Tort and Mr. Marma responded with a smile.

... but what is it?

Something to your brother Marma...... is it your fault?

"Right! She's such a good girl."

"Were you gathered"

For a long time, I heard a gentle and calm voice.

Turning his gaze to his voice, a man with a slightly stronger side to his disappointed body was walking over here.

It has a very, very dependable atmosphere.

I've never had that impression on anyone I met.

You're a strange man.

"Leader, this is Ivy we talked about earlier."

"Uh, uh, it's Ivy. Best regards,"

When I was looking at a man in vain, I was surprised that he accidentally called me by his name.

I managed to say hello, but are you okay?

And you were the leader of the crusade, I see.

"I'm the leader of the crusade, it's Borolda. Say hello."

With that said, I was gently stroked in the head.

What is it, the atmosphere?

It's supposed to be my first meeting, but when I can stroke my head, I calm down.

I knew he was a stranger.

"Meera's been in this square forever, isn't she?

"Yeah, I'm going to. I mean, Tamer the Slime never joins the crusade, does he?

"Hahaha, it sure is. I wouldn't do anything to lose my precious Tamer. Stay as long as you can with Ivy."

"Absolutely. Leave it to me!"

Mr. Meera winks at me, so I laugh a little.

But I guess he's a valuable Tamer.

Isn't Tamer that much?

I'd like to hear about that area... but we should do it next time, right?

Thinking about it, Mr. Gyut Ratlua hugged him from behind.

"I'll be with you as much as I can! Rely on me!

I also wonder if I can rely too much.

But.

"Yes, please"

Being overly reluctant can be rude to the other person.

When you're sweet, sweeten and do what you can to help.

I remember the words the fortune teller told me were important in dating people.

I don't know the extent of the excessive reluctance, but let me sweeten you up here.

Honestly, I'm afraid of that discomfort.

The three green-breezed Meera broke up with him, promising to meet him tomorrow.

Crusader leader Borolda seems to have something to talk to Mr. Seiselk about, and the two of us have gone somewhere.

"Um, Mr. Ratlua. Can I get some ingredients? I'd like to make dinner."

"Are you sure? The soup and meat were delicious yesterday, so I was actually going to ask for it."

"I'm happy. I'll work hard to make it."

The smile spills on Mr. Ratlua's smiling expression.

Return to the tent and speak in a small voice to Sola, who is in the bag.

"I'm sorry, Sola. It's going to make me feel cramped for the time being."

Sola was in the bag, stretched big and vertical twice, but there was no sign of her coming out.

Even though it usually pops out of the bag.

Does Sola understand the circumstances in which I was placed?

When I stroke it gently, I shake it happily pulled.

"I'm glad you're all good people."

To my words, Sola, stop shaking and stare at me.

... what is it?

I react differently than usual.

When I try to talk to Sola, there's a little loud noise outside the tent.

I'm curious, but let's do this later.

Place the potion in the bag containing Sola.

The crusade will last until about what time.

Sora's potion is getting thinner.

"Sora, try your best to cook dinner."

Touch the vertically stretched and shaking Sola, then close the bag and put it on the blanket.

Get the seasoning out of the bag and out of the tent.

Mr. Ratlua had already started a fire and prepared pots and water for me.

"Excuse me. I'm late."

"It's okay. Is this good for the ingredients? Yes, you'll get fresh meat tomorrow. Because he said he'd hand out the mou he crusaded today tomorrow."

Fresh meat of mou.

I'm glad to hear that.

Cut the ingredients received into moderate sizes and add them to the pan.

Sounds like today's meat is meat called salted coco.

Cocko...... I don't know what it is, an animal that comes to mind but I don't know it.

In the meantime, if you are not careful about flavoring it because it is salted, it will become salty.

Simmer several types of medicinal herbs brought to you in a pot with the meat.

I felt uncomfortable around my neck.

Just look around.

There are so many adventurers, I can't tell who they are.

Besides, when you look around, the discomfort is gone.

I wonder who......

Pong and his hands on his head.

"It's okay. We're here."

Mr. Ratlua strokes my head with a smile.

"Thank you. Soup, it's time to finish. You're going to bake cock."

In the salted cocoa, cover with herbs and cook.

It's a medicinal herb that smells a little unique, but are you okay?

Mr. Nouga comes out of the tent and sits by the meat he's baking.

Mr. Sifal, who had gone somewhere, also sat by the pot of soup at some point.

You didn't make me feel any sign at all, Mr. Sifal, that's the top adventurer?

... Something seems a little different.

"Hmm? What's going on?

"No, just wait a little longer. Mr. Seiselk hasn't, either."

"You can leave Seiselk alone."

"What?"

"Sifal, it's you"

I heard Mr. Seiselk, so I turn my gaze.

With some tired look, I'm looking at Mr. Sifal.

"Oh, welcome home"

"No offense, I mean it, but you're scared of Sifal."

"Oh no. I'm not scared."

"Well said. You've been trying to eat my share."

"At mealtime, it's worse not to come back. It's a waste of time to leave."

"No, no, you're not willing to leave my share?

"... if it cools down, it's a waste."

Mr. Sifal is quite different from his first impression.

Somehow, I had this fluffy image.

What... feels like going my way?

Is it there?

Well, it's a little different.

Let's make it a meal.

For some reason all the time, I speak to you to stop Mr. Seiselk and Mr. Sifal, who are making a statement.

I feel like I'm getting more and more grumpy about what Mr. Nooga is staring at the meat.

... Not only Mr. Ratlua, but the Flaming Sword may all be unique.