The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

Wear dyed clothes and stand in front of the mirror.

Honestly, I think it's flashy.

Does it look good on you?

I find myself uncomfortable with what I'm unfamiliar with...

"What's up?

"Does this look good on you?

"Yeah, just"

Am I?

I don't know.

"Shall we?

"Yes, everyone, I'm sorry about today."

Speak to Sola and the others before leaving the room.

When I get settled, I want to hang out in the woods.

Last day of the festival.

Wearing dyed clothes, we all pray and this festival ends.

Yesterday I learned that alcohol has been banned since the day of the previous festival and it is only after the declaration of the end of this festival that the ban will be lifted.

In other words, starting this afternoon, alcohol will be lifted.

"In the afternoon, will it be noisy with drunk people?

"That's part of it."

"Really?

Though I thought more people would make noise over alcohol.

"They say if you do something stupid with your wings off at the festival, you'll get hurt that year."

"It is."

"Oh, some say it's superstition, but many adventurers believe it. For them, injuries have a direct bearing on life."

"If you can't move because of an injury, you'll lose your income."

When I got out of the inn, what a strange world was spreading.

Everywhere I look, there are so many colors overflowing.

"It's kind of like we got into a strange world"

Some people have the same color all over their bodies, others seem to have different colors up and down like me and Mr. Druid.

"That's amazing."

"Yeah. Oh, you have a stall today."

There are stalls lined up that I didn't see during this festival.

Looking at the stalls, every store seems to have alcohol.

"Do you drink today, too, Mr. Druid?

"I only have liquor to sell at the festival. I wonder if that's what you want to drink. Ready?"

"Sure, but no unscrupulous drinking."

"I know."

I've been drinking too many times.

Let's be careful.

"Oh, that girl."

When Mr. Druid looked at him, there was a girl he met in the laundry.

The clothes the girl is wearing are a little thinner than the clothes we are coming in but still stained with bright pink.

"That's nicely stained."

"Yeah, good"

Look at the stalls lined up on the boulevard and head to the vigilante stuffing.

So Lord Foronda talks.

"You're already in front of the jar."

"Right. Can we get around here?

You can barely see your face, but you'll hear your voice.

I just want to talk to you.

"Yeah."

"Why don't you buy some lunch at the street?

"Do you have something to eat?

"I want to eat a skewer with lots of onions on top of the obituaries."

When I say spring onion, it is a green elongated vegetable with tingling spiciness.

With that said, there was a shop in the stall where the skewered obituaries had minced spring onions on them.

I wonder about that.

You sure looked delicious.

"Nice."

"That must be booze."

Pippy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this festival has also ended blankly with only a few problems. We appreciate your cooperation. We ask you to be Lord Foronda of the town of Otolwa for the declaration of the end of the festival"

Ooh.

Wow, lord.

"What?"

"Because Lord Foronda is popular"

From the moment Lord Foronda's name is called, cheers boil down from the adventurers.

That's getting bigger and bigger.

"I thought you were an amazing person, but you're really amazing"

"He's a nobleman who fought with adventurers."

I see.

Many nobles look down at the adventurers, many with tyrannical attitudes.

Yet Lord Foronda crushed criminal organizations with his adventurers.

Yeah.

I guess I'll just have to be popular.

"Cheers, thank you. I also attended this festival and enjoyed it very much."

When Lord Foronda says he participated in the festival, the cheer grows louder.

I have a little ear......

"May the many who have dedicated themselves to the success of the festival have many pleasures this past year. May many who enjoyed the festival stay unharmed. May we meet all who are here again next year. We now declare the end of the festival!

Applause and cheer happen all over the village.

After a while, the cheer stops and people move.

"What do we do? I don't know if I can see you, but do you want to go in front of the jar?

"Seems prominent when we meet here"

Besides, I feel like there's a bunch of adventurers around Lord Foronda.

I don't have the courage to go there.

"Sure you do."

"I don't think we'll be leaving the village any time soon, and we'll settle down a little and then we'll go see each other?

"Right, will you? All right, then let's go buy lunch."

Mr. Druid looks at the stalls around him.

Every stall is quite a long line of snakes.

"Hmm, it's amazing everywhere."

"Are you buying alcohol and going home, too?

"No, I've already asked Mr. Chickal for the booze."

Was it?

That means you just have to buy an obituary skewer.

"It was in a stall close to the inn, so it wouldn't be cooler if I bought it that way."

"Right. Find it while you're back at the inn."

Walking down the boulevard, I see people already drinking.

Everyone seems to smile and have fun.

"Oh, do you still have the stewed obituaries you ate during the previous festival today?

"What do you think? I walked by the stall earlier, but wasn't it your day off?

Am I?

I remember there was a stall, but was it a holiday?

I'm on my way home, should I check and then go home?

If I did, I'd like to eat again.

"Oh, how about that stall? Isn't it beautiful how you handle obituaries?

Looking at the end of Mr. Druid's gaze, there is a stall where two men are rushing to work.

If you look at the products sold, they do have nicely treated obiturn meat on their skewers.

"I think so."

"Look at the people in line, and you'll see it's a good shop."

"People in line?

"Oh, the trick to finding a good stall is to look at the people who use it."

See people lined up in stalls.

Because of their weight, there are a lot of people lined up who would probably be adventurers.

But there are many other stores lined up with adventurers, so this won't matter.

Anything else.

"Oh, a lot of women don't look like adventurers"

There are a few older women and women with children lined up more than other stalls.

"Yes, it must be the people of this village from their atmosphere. The people in this village are the ones who know the taste of stalls best. Do you know how many of those people line up?

"Delicious."

"Yes, that's why it's a flavor that people in the village want to eat in line."

I see.

If it tastes acceptable to the villagers, you'll want to try it.

Line up with Mr. Druid.

"There you are."

"15 bottles, please"

See the skewers of the obituaries lining up.

The excess oil falls from the larger meat and is cooked freshly with patsy noise.

Looks delicious.

"Do you want the leeks on board?

"Yes, please"

The roasted meat was arranged on a plate of wood, on which were put a large quantity of spring onions.

Finally, you can do it with sauce.

"Thank you for waiting. This is the product."

Mr. Druid receives the product.

A plate of wood with an obituary skewer was tied with a string with a tree lid.

"Thank you. See you later."

I thank the men in the street and walk out towards the inn.

"It smells delicious"

"Right, let's hurry back"

Go for the inn while walking a little early.

"Looks like you're off."

"Right. You wanted to eat again."

The stewed stalls of obitunes were lit out and there were no people.

Too bad.

Enjoy skewering today.