Now then.
This is as far as the horse carriage goes.
The ferries of this world are different to those from my old life, and they can't transport carriages.
Thus, we'll sell it the same way we sold the lizard, and once we cross the ocean we'll buy a new one.
I sell it to a horse merchant.
Unlike the time with the lizard, this isn't particularly moving, so I'll give it a name.
Goodbye, Haru ○rara[1].
After that, we headed towards the checking station.
Unlike the one in Saint Port, it's a large building.
There are armored guards standing by the entrance.
I've seen a lot of armored Milishion knights all over the city.
Looking at Ruijerd and Eris, I wonder if the armor they're wearing is enough to defend them, and I become anxious.
The offensive ability of the creatures in this world is high.
It's likely that taking just one hit is enough to destroy your armour and leave you in your underwear.[2]
If you receive an attack, and are sent flying into a hole from the recoil, it'll be 'The End' for you.
Leaving the jokes aside, when we try entering, we find that the people inside are in a commotion.
Those who look like adventurers, those who look like merchants, they're all making energetic expressions and briskly interacting with the staff.
It's completely different to Wind Port where the station was deserted, and the staff had no enthusiasm at all.
For now, I face one of the counters and talk to one of the attendants.
The receptionist here is also large breasted.
I wonder if there's an unwritten law in this world that states that receptionists must be large breasted.
It's possible.
Though I had been thinking about this, I hadn't let it show.
"Excuse me, I'd like to apply for a voyage."
"I understand. In that case, please hold onto this and wait for a moment."
With that, she hands me a wooden ticket.
The number 34 is written on it.
This gives off a truly bureaucratic feeling.
I return to the waiting area and take a seat.
Eris had immediately sat down next to me.
Ruijerd is still standing.
When I take a look at our surroundings, I find that a lot of people are waiting like we are.
"It seems like it'll take a little while."
"Are we not going to hand over the letter?"
At Ruijerd's question, I had shaken my head.
"We'll do that after our number is called."
"So that's how you do things, huh...?"
Eris is fidgeting for some reason.
Eris isn't used to waiting for things.
I guess it can't be helped.
"Rudeus. We're sort of being watched..."
At her words, I look for what she had been gazing at.
What she had been looking at was a guard.
The guards had been sneaking glances at Eris.
Eris who had been on the receiving end of these gazes was now making an angry expression and returning their gaze with a glare.
"You musn't get into a fight."
"I wasn't going to."
I have trouble believing that.
But, let's ignore that.
Now then, for what reason are the guards looking at Eris, I wonder.
I really don't have a clue.
Could it be that their eyes have been stolen away by her beauty?
Lately, Eris has become quite beautiful.
However, she's still classed as a child.
There's no way that every single one of these knights is a lolicon.
"Number 34, please come forward."
Because we were called, we head to the counter.
We hand over the letter to the receptionist, and let her know that we'd like to travel on a voyage.
She had received the letter with a smile, and then the moment she saw the name on the back, she made a puzzled expression.
"Please wait a moment."
After saying that, she had left her seat and disappeared further into the office.
After a while, a loud sound rang out from further inside the office.
At the same time, someone's angry voice could be heard.
A guard then ran out from further inside the office, and whispered something to another guard.
With a severe expression, the guard who had been whispered to now ran outside.
For some reason or other the atmosphere had become dangerous.
Though I had handed over the letter that Ruijerd trusted, it might really have been better had I investigated this Gouache Brush person.
The receptionist from a little while ago had returned.
She wasn't hiding her nervous expression.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. It seems that Duke Baqciel wants to meet you."
I had nothing but a bad feeling about this.
Now then.
This is as far as the horse carriage goes.
The ferries of this world are different to those from my old life, and they can't transport carriages.
Thus, we'll sell it the same way we sold the lizard, and once we cross the ocean we'll buy a new one.
I sell it to a horse merchant.
Unlike the time with the lizard, this isn't particularly moving, so I'll give it a name.
Goodbye, Haru ○rara[1].
After that, we headed towards the checking station.
Unlike the one in Saint Port, it's a large building.
There are armored guards standing by the entrance.
I've seen a lot of armored Milishion knights all over the city.
Looking at Ruijerd and Eris, I wonder if the armor they're wearing is enough to defend them, and I become anxious.
The offensive ability of the creatures in this world is high.
It's likely that taking just one hit is enough to destroy your armour and leave you in your underwear.[2]
If you receive an attack, and are sent flying into a hole from the recoil, it'll be 'The End' for you.
Leaving the jokes aside, when we try entering, we find that the people inside are in a commotion.
Those who look like adventurers, those who look like merchants, they're all making energetic expressions and briskly interacting with the staff.
It's completely different to Wind Port where the station was deserted, and the staff had no enthusiasm at all.
For now, I face one of the counters and talk to one of the attendants.
The receptionist here is also large breasted.
I wonder if there's an unwritten law in this world that states that receptionists must be large breasted.
It's possible.
Though I had been thinking about this, I hadn't let it show.
"Excuse me, I'd like to apply for a voyage."
"I understand. In that case, please hold onto this and wait for a moment."
With that, she hands me a wooden ticket.
The number 34 is written on it.
This gives off a truly bureaucratic feeling.
I return to the waiting area and take a seat.
Eris had immediately sat down next to me.
Ruijerd is still standing.
When I take a look at our surroundings, I find that a lot of people are waiting like we are.
"It seems like it'll take a little while."
"Are we not going to hand over the letter?"
At Ruijerd's question, I had shaken my head.
"We'll do that after our number is called."
"So that's how you do things, huh...?"
Eris is fidgeting for some reason.
Eris isn't used to waiting for things.
I guess it can't be helped.
"Rudeus. We're sort of being watched..."
At her words, I look for what she had been gazing at.
What she had been looking at was a guard.
The guards had been sneaking glances at Eris.
Eris who had been on the receiving end of these gazes was now making an angry expression and returning their gaze with a glare.
"You musn't get into a fight."
"I wasn't going to."
I have trouble believing that.
But, let's ignore that.
Now then, for what reason are the guards looking at Eris, I wonder.
I really don't have a clue.
Could it be that their eyes have been stolen away by her beauty?
Lately, Eris has become quite beautiful.
However, she's still classed as a child.
There's no way that every single one of these knights is a lolicon.
"Number 34, please come forward."
Because we were called, we head to the counter.
We hand over the letter to the receptionist, and let her know that we'd like to travel on a voyage.
She had received the letter with a smile, and then the moment she saw the name on the back, she made a puzzled expression.
"Please wait a moment."
After saying that, she had left her seat and disappeared further into the office.
After a while, a loud sound rang out from further inside the office.
At the same time, someone's angry voice could be heard.
A guard then ran out from further inside the office, and whispered something to another guard.
With a severe expression, the guard who had been whispered to now ran outside.
For some reason or other the atmosphere had become dangerous.
Though I had handed over the letter that Ruijerd trusted, it might really have been better had I investigated this Gouache Brush person.
The receptionist from a little while ago had returned.
She wasn't hiding her nervous expression.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. It seems that Duke Baqciel wants to meet you."
I had nothing but a bad feeling about this.
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