The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

I honestly don't care about Ratomi Village...

More than that, we need to find a way for the boys to see us.

Now, you're deluding me by looking younger than I am?... but given what's to come, measures will be necessary.

What to do when you grow up for now... Me, you grow up, right?

It's all right, isn't it?

With that said, when you were just starting your life in the woods, you were nuts when it came to eating.

Learning to trap and set it up couldn't even catch a wild rat.

Speaking of which, you've eaten poisonous grass by mistake, and you've had your hands on poisonous fruits.

... you had a pretty harsh life when you kind of thought about it calmly.

At that time, I didn't think because I didn't have time to think...

Phew, it's past time.

Now, finding a way to be seen by boys is a prerequisite, isn't it?

If you ask Mr. Ratlua, can you tell me something?

"Mr. Ratlua, what can we do to make sure that we don't lose our gender?

"Eh, that's hard. The best way to hide your face is to hide it, but it's forbidden in towns and villages."

That's right.

It is forbidden in the country to hide faces because I wish I could hide them but not let criminals dive into towns and villages.

"Mm-hmm. If I cover my mouth, I guess it's a little deceptive... but I still get caution. With that said, that's a pretty polite way of talking, but does that make sense?

"No, I just imitated the way adventurers often talk in the village of Latomi"

"Well, maybe that guy's an adventurer after three guys at the merchant. Because merchants' houses are taught how to talk thoroughly from an early age. But if you're three men, you won't be able to carry on the trail. There are a lot of adventurers."

"Really?

"According to what I heard, though. Speak a little more like a boy."

"Like a boy..."

"Mm-hmm. It's hard to change the way you talk. I get vegetables when I'm not expecting them."

"That's right."

"Mm-hmm. Ahhh..."

Mr. Ratlua is thinking as he looks at me all the time.

Was that such a difficult question?

My hair is cut pretty short, and my outfit is choosing the boy's stuff.

I wonder what more I should do.

"I don't think I can"

"Eh."

"It's still too much. Although I am deluded by my outfit and hairstyle because I look young. I definitely can't when I grow up. Ivy is totally a woman. Maybe you should give up."

That's troublesome.

The journey still goes on and... shouldn't it grow?

"I guess we should think about protecting ourselves in some other way"

In some other way?

... you won't be able to be strong.

I'll take a look at my arms...... I don't know what to say myself, but it's thin.

I'm a little confident in the escape leg, but I can't do that.

Is there any way?

"The best thing is to join a group of adventurers, but you can't say anyone. With that said, is Ivy registering as an adventurer?

"No."

"Well, then it's impossible to create a group? And then... slaves, I guess."

"... slave?

"You buy slaves. So, how to get slaves to protect you"

"Well, I don't have any money."

"Ahhh, there's more... Shall I talk to you when Seiselk comes back? Because you know a lot more than I do."

"Excuse me, thank you"

"But slavery could be a good way."

"Slave..."

"I can make you keep secrets, and then in the case of former adventurers, you have power. Money, though. Ex adventurer slaves are expensive. Cheap slaves are weak..."

A slave... you can't because you have money problems.

I guess I'll try to work out my body again.

But I worked hard in the forest of Latomi village for about a year, but it didn't make any difference, did it?

The fortune teller told me I should give up.

With that said, I was strongly advised that we should focus on other things.

... I wonder if there wasn't so much prospect, me.

"Should even weak slaves meditate on their eyes to create a group of adventurers?

"What do you mean? A group of adventurers?

"Oh, don't they know much about it? If you have slaves, you can enroll them in the Alliance. The husband has no problem with his name alone."

"... don't you need your husband's skills?

"Skills? Yeah, it's the slaves who fight, so there's no need for a husband."

Yes, it is.

Can even slaves register?

"He's back."

Looking at the entrance and exit of the square, Mr. Borolda and Mr. Rickbelt.

Besides, I saw Mr. Seiselk and Mr. Sifal behind it.

"Welcome home."

"" I'm home ""

Mr. Rickbelt is being stopped by Mr. Borolda grabbing his clothes as he tries to get to my tent.

Gently return to the tent, put Sola in the bag, raise her from her shoulder, and exit the tent.

Apparently, I was arguing with Mr. Borolda, and he didn't notice.

Mr Seiselk and Mr Ratlua have seen my actions and are smiling bitterly.

"Ivy, shall we make dinner together?

Mr. Ratlua invites you to show him a large paper bag.

Looking inside the paper bag, it looks like it's packed with a lot of ingredients.

If this were it, I'd be able to make a lot of things.

"Seems to use the seasoning system well, so I bought a lot of it."

With that said, Mr. Seiselk takes out another paper bag.

When you open the bag, it contains more than 10 different sachets.

Everything looks like a different seasoning.

Happy.

"Thank you. I'll work hard to make it."

Mr. Seiselk goes into the tent, speaking to Mr. Sifal.

I know the truth. I'm afraid of how they'll react, but I can't help but care.

I'll do what I can.

"All right!"

And there's no clumping in the stuff I bought.

Does it feel like I packed it up depending on the allowance?

There are several kinds of meat and even vegetables that are unsuitable for soup.

I have some vegetables I don't know, and I think I'll make sure they taste a little better for now.

Mr. Nooga, Mr. Low Creek and Mr. Marl Leak come together while we're cooking.

And they seem to be called inside the tent to talk in turn.

See how he comes out of the tent worried.

Mr. Sifal and Mr. Low Creek have a look that looks complicated.

Mr. Nooga... to his too horrible expression, he strayed his gaze from the moment he saw it.

Mr. Marl Leak comes out of his tent with a huge smile.

... Is that it? Smile?

"Ivy, I'm sorry I doubted you. 'Cause I'm gonna make sure you drop it."

Suspicious means you probably didn't believe what Mr. Ratlua said.

That's something I can't help.

When I looked at him to say it was okay, I realized that he was smiling but his eyes weren't laughing at all.

I manage to nod and return the gavel as my hips are about to pull.

Mr. Marl Leak had a different horror than Mr. Nouga.

"... tired..."

Mr. Seiselk is coming out of the tent and stretching his back.

"Good luck. It'll be dinner soon."

"Ooh, that's Ivy. Sooo good smell."

Meat and vegetables baked on a plate.

Soup and bread.

Besides, I'm not sure about the white stuff.

"Mr. Ratlua, what is this white?

"Food to eat after meals. You'd be surprised if you ate it."

I wonder what.

Don't worry about it.

"In the meantime, good job ~... Nooga, Marl Leak, calm down a bit. Watching your faces makes your meals worse."

With a loud sigh, Mr. Nooga lifts the cup containing the alcohol.

"Good day"

Somehow, we both seem calm.

I don't know what's going to happen, but now let's enjoy a meal with everyone.

To keep up the good work.