The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

Boulevard running around early in the morning.

There are still two hours to hold the festival, but many already enjoy it until the festival begins.

It seems that today's participants are already dressed in white, and it is amazing that the boulevard is filled with white.

Tomorrow's participants are wearing clothes other than white, but they are overwhelmingly white.

I know it's amazing, but it looked a little different.

"Where can I get colored powder dough?

"I can get it in exchange for the lottery ticket I pulled yesterday where I got the dye. It's crowded, so let's go now."

"Yeah."

As Mr Druid put it, people who get colored powdered dough already made long rows.

"Just give it to me, so it'll be soon."

Sounds like it.

Watching the rows moves fast.

I guess it's not that much hassle because I just swap lottery tickets and dough.

Line up at the rear of the line with people at bay.

It's with the dye that people line up right behind us.

"There's a lot of people in two days."

"Well, the next time you're in, it'll be like three days."

"It seems possible"

The order comes when we're talking.

When Mr. Druid gave the lottery ticket to the person involved, he was given two bags.

"There are changes to the festival, please read the signs over there"

Change to a festival?

Looking in the direction indicated by the person in question, there is a large sign.

A crowd before that.

"Shall we see"

"Yeah. What's a change, huh?

"Because there are so many people, that would be the measure."

I see, there's certainly a lot of them.

It appeared that there was someone in front of the sign. A little while later, I could read the sign.

"Uh, starting about an hour before the start, the treasure hunt begins. Find it because it hides special colors and white dough. I thought about treasure hunting again."

Treasure hunt?

What does it have to do with the festival?

"The rest comes those dressed in black at the same time as this festival. Run away, so hit the white dough only. It'll be good for a year."

The people in black get away with it.

Sounds a little harder than the festival I was kind of hearing about.

"Why did you add treasure hunting or something?

"Mm-hmm. In the meantime, let's move because we're in the way"

"Right."

Walk away from the front of the sign with the guidance of the person in charge to those with few people.

Turn the boulevard and go down the side road. After a short walk, you'll finally be able to walk slowly.

"A white dough? Here, is it in there?

Lift the bag you have.

"Let's see."

Avoid in the corner and check inside.

30 dough the size of which hides completely in your hands.

If you look closely, it looks similar but doesn't have the same color as one.

"It's all different colors, isn't it? I think it's a little reddish. It's like there's no white."

I'll hold the dough in my hand.

A little soft dough doesn't seem painful to hit.

"This one seems to have a lot of green systems. A little red, no white."

"Do you mean white is only available in treasure hunts?

"I guess so."

When I finish checking the colors with Mr. Druid, I pick an empty path and head to the vigilante stuffing.

I hear Lord Foronda's story takes place in front of the vigilante's stuffing.

When you get to the point where you can see the stuffing, there's just another lot of people.

"There's still time, and it's better here than waiting in that crowd?

"Yeah. Can I take a break by the corner?

"Oh, and it's only this festival day and people are more amazing than the previous festival"

"I thought it was a lot during the previous festival, but it's not as good as today, is it?

View the boulevard and the side roads leading from it.

Looks like it's hard to walk with more people again.

"That's too much. I hope there's no injuries."

I do see a slight inability to move.

I wonder if it's all right.

"I'm glad I didn't bring the Solas"

I have been concerned about the number of people since the previous festival, and have asked Solas to leave a message at the inn.

I often bump into people just walking normally.

It would be tough if Sola and the others were crushed and injured.

When I said that, Mr. Druid told me, "I don't think I'm going to get hurt," but I was worried.

And I said, "Do you want to go to the festival?" Asked everyone, he was rejected at the same time.

Maybe you don't like the crowd.

Leaning against the store wall and looking at the street, I saw several people rushing out of the stuffing.

"Is something wrong?

"Is that it? It's Ivy and the Druid, after all. Good morning."

I hear a relaxed voice from behind.

Looking back, Lord Foronda waves and approaches us.

"" Good morning ""

"What's wrong with you?

Lord Foronda sees the end of Mr. Druid's gaze.

"That's all the people, so even the injured might have come out"

I hope it doesn't matter if you're an injured person.

How sad it is to be injured on a festival day.

"Speaking of which, it's my story"

"Yes."

"It's going to be the last day of the festival. I'm sorry you got here."

Has it changed?

Well, there's been a change in the festival, and I don't know what else to do.

"No, I'm fine. Is the last day a prayer day?

"Yeah, I'll give you the final greeting."

That's amazing.

It's a big part.

"Still, the people in the village here are amazing. From the moment I found out there were more people gathered than I had planned, I wondered how to spread people out and reduce the number of injuries."

Tilt your neck to Lord Foronda's words.

Dispersion?

"Is that why you're looking for treasure?

"Yeah, that way too many people gathered around the boulevard would flow naturally into the side streets and stuff, right?

I see.

People will travel slowly when they are looking, and people will leave the boulevard naturally.

Is that it?

Then that's enough, isn't it?

What's the role of people in black?

"Um, why do people in black participate?

"I guess their purpose is to prevent people from concentrating in one place by running away."

Lord Foronda nods happily at Mr. Druid's answer.

If people get together too much, there's nothing good about it.

Pippy.

"Are you ready?

The sound of whistles and the voices of men inadvertently echo throughout the village.

And my body trembles.

"Starting now, we will begin treasure hunting!

When a man's voice ends, he cheers from all over the village.

"Okay, Ivy, Druid. Let's go find it."

"Yeah, are you going?

Lord Foronda has already run his gaze around.

Why are you so motivated?

"Doesn't that sound fun? Look, let's go."

Lord Foronda walks out, so Mr. Druid and I follow him hastily.

Of course I had no problem with it because I was planning on joining, but I didn't expect Lord Foronda to take the initiative in finding it.

Slow down the street and walk in search of white dough.

After a while, I hear voices from behind.

Looking back, I saw a man in a ton of white clothes moving slowly over here.

Looking for the dough, so everyone is flirting.

"It's a different sight, isn't it?"

"Ivy, unfortunately, we're in on that, too."

I am shocked by Mr. Druid's words.

but look down at the clothes I'm wearing right now.

White.

"It was."

Mr. Druid and Lord Foronda laugh at my words.

At that time, I heard a slight joyous voice of man.

Looking at it, it looks like they found the dough where we looked.

"You're such a small box"

From a distance, but I could see what the person I found had.

It was a box big enough to hide in my hand.

I'm sure it's one dough in there.

"It's regrettable. I've been looking for you."

I laugh with Mr. Druid at Lord Foronda, who I truly regret.

"Now that I know what to look for, let's do our best"