The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Speaking of which, the top adventurer who went to investigate Gulbal was wiped out?

Huh?

Sure, rumors were circulating that I was going home late.

Destroyed?

"Don't say anything stupid. It's okay, I think I've heard from you. Well, he said it was a less unexpected situation."

That doesn't seem to mean it's okay...

"Though I suppose it sucks that you don't feel comfortable. After that, if we don't hear from you, we need to be prepared."

"Well, it is"

"But we need to do something about it. So far, it looks like we're just gonna get close to town, but we're gonna have a good chance of coming in soon."

"Ah, right. Uh, I think I'm still okay for the time being."

Hmm?

To Mr. Druid's somewhat ridiculous response, his master gives him a strange look.

I almost lean my neck for a second, too, but I remember Ciel.

Perhaps while Ciel is around, he thinks he's okay.

But if you get attacked by numbers, you could get hit by as many strong siers as you want.

So I don't want you to push me too hard.

"Is there anything there? How to undo Grubal."

"It's hard."

Mr. Druid sighs at his master's words.

"Really?"

Speaking of which, I used to say there were demons that suddenly became ferocious, but what happened then?

"Um, I need to ask you something."

"What's up? Something bothering you?

"Yes, your master said something similar had happened before, but how did you solve it then?

"Oh, don't worry about it for sure. Master?"

When I look at your master, you have a wrinkle between your eyebrows.

My eyes sharpen and I'm scared.

Was that a question you shouldn't have asked?

"Ah, that's it. It just said," I burned a dead demon in my lifespan. "

Burned?

I don't know, that's crazy.

What your master just told you was' ferocious because you ate a demon that died in its lifespan '.

I should have eaten it, but how could there have been a body that could have been burned?

You're saying there's a lot of demons dying in their lifespan?

"Uh, is that decent information?

Oh, do you sometimes mean false information?

"It's real information because it was a well signed piece of literature left behind by the village"

Signed literature?

It's about something that has been censored and proven to be true.

In other words, there was a demon who really died in his lifespan and became violent.

Speaking of which, why did you bother writing like this?

"What's going on, Ivy?

He saw you tilt your neck. Mr. Druid asks.

"Uh, why did you bother writing 'Dead in Life'?

"Hmm? Well, it's because the facts are, isn't it?

"Yes, but I feel like I don't need to write. Would you rather write the name of a dead demon than that?

I'm more concerned about what this demon is than the demon that died of its lifespan.

Because if you know what the demon is, you can be careful.

"Sure you do."

"Oh, you're absolutely right."

"Master, didn't it say anything about the type of demon?

"There wasn't. The literature reads:" Demons who ate demons who died in their lifespan, become violent and attack villages "and" Demons who died in their lifespan, demons who became violent by burning, are sedated. It just said, "This will fix it."

Is that it?

"Didn't you even have the demon name of the one who made it ferocious?

"Oh, it wasn't written. That's a lot of literature out of hand. I used to keep records like this."

"Right. If you didn't know the demon's name, you should write down the features."

I can't say anything because I've never read the literature, but is it still a bit strange to write?

But someone who knew then that they were going through censorship signed this for sure, right?

That is.

"Does lifespan matter more than the type of demon?

"" Huh?

Hmm?

I wonder why they all tilt their necks there.

"Well, the signed literature should say something important."

"Oh, the literature often says that past experiences seem to help the future. Demonic features and how to crusade. As for the top demons, that includes the experience that this happens when you put your hands on them."

"It's an important source of information that connects lives."

You didn't know it was that important.

"Even more important, I think, is life expectancy. Maybe not because I didn't know you didn't give the demon's name, but because other demons could have had the same thing happen."

"Other demons?

"Yes, uh, when you write that it's Grubbal who died in his old life, only Grubbal will be careful. But if the same thing happens to demons other than Grubbal, who died in their lifespan, it's dangerous to be only concerned about Grubbal."

"I see you're targeting all demons by not writing their names."

"Ah, I see. Druid, this guy's pretty smart."

"Master, the way you say this is rude to Ivy"

"Same as always."

Master's words are a little cluttered, but you don't particularly care.

I guess it's because it suits the atmosphere somehow.

"So, what do we do?

"What? What is it?

Tilt your neck with Mr. Druid.

Master, there are too few words.

"Oh, my God, Ivy gave me the information. You're not gonna tell Gotos?

"Oh, right. I'll tell Gilmouth."

"It may be my thoughts, but are you okay?

If you were Mr. Gilmouth, you'd judge me properly.

I'm sorry to give you pointless information when you're busy.

"It's not a problem. It's his job to gather all the information and identify it. And I think we need Ivy's intel."

"That's right, Ivy. But I don't think this information was going to work until my master realized it."

"What are you talking about, I would have brought you information. That's enough."

Uh, what's enough?

"Master, I can't see the excuse"

"What, what's so ugly about it?

Do you admit you won't say anything about excuses?

Manage to keep me from laughing.

Getting involved is going to be a pain in the ass.

To calm your feelings, divert your gaze slightly from the two of you.

"Is that it, Mr. Gilmouth?

At the end of the deviant gaze was the figure of Mr. Gilmouth, who was in a long rush.

Oh, I came into the square.

Are you looking for Mr. Druid?

"It's all I've got."

"Ho. You're starting to say a lot. I used to run around in the woods crying, Peppy."

"I'm not crying about peppies. Totally."

"Um, Mr. Gilmouth is here. Why don't you run errands on Mr. Druid?

Two gazes in my words turn to Mr. Gilmouth coming this way.

"Whew, I knew it!

The expression on Mr. Gilmouth's, very unpleasant voice.

Oh, that's the same reaction Mr. Druid had a while ago.

"Hey, how you doing?

Master's, eye for prey or what?

If they do see me with this eye, I don't run fast.

"Why are you here? Someone said something stupid about seeing my master, so I came here to find out the truth about the Druid..."

Mr. Gilmouth's gaze turns to Mr. Druid but is gently diverted.

Mr. Druid has already been through this, so I guess he's not willing to help.

Hmm?

Uh, Mr. Gilmouth said you couldn't even look me in the eye.

"Good luck, Mr. Gilmouth!

"Ivy abandoned me"

No, because.

Because I don't think I'm the right person for your master to play with.

"You're a terrible guy, that attitude toward a long time old master. Don't you think so, Gotos?

Come on, Mr. Gilmouth!