The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

I didn't forget.

"Is Mr. Rickbelt not here?

"I have some business to attend to. Eat first."

Nod to Mr. Ratlua's words and put the meat in front of him in his mouth.

Long-boiled soft meat is delicious.

"Delicious."

"Sure, it's just a popular store"

I nod silently at Mr. Ratlua's words.

Everyone enjoys stewing meat and tea time after meals.

Mr. Borolda opened his mouth when he activated an anti-eavesdropping magic item.

Mr. Sifal and Mr. Nouga, but they still seemed to be looking into the merchant's behavior in the morning.

"I'm a merchant, but I was seeing one guy in a place where I avoided people. I didn't know who the man was, so I decided to split up and find out."

"You figured out who that man was?

"Of course. It was Orwa who was meeting with the merchants, for the nobles' sake. It took me a while to find out."

"Right. So, for your information, did you find out which nobles are in and out?

To Mr. Borolda's words, Mr. Sifal shakes his neck beside him.

Ms Ratlua sneaked me to tell me that if I looked into it, it could be eye-catching in the case of aristocracy, so I couldn't do a bad investigation.

Nobility is a pain in the ass.

"Okay, okay."

"I'm a merchant, but after I broke up with Sifal, there's nothing wrong with me except that I was seeing a merchant in this town. It's just that the merchant I met said Tough Douglas."

"That's him. You're a guy who doesn't hear very good rumors."

"There's no evidence, but they say he's dyeing his hands for opium trafficking."

Opium?

Words like I heard somewhere, but I wonder what.

"Mr. Ratlua, what is opium?

"Don't you know? It's a drug that exalts your feelings. It's forbidden as a country."

Oh, drugs.

You forgot because you're unfamiliar.

Is the organization getting its hands on drugs, too?

Nevertheless, merchants are likely to be traps prepared by the organization.

Would someone involved with the organization go to see someone like that?

It could be a commercial enemy.

"The rest is us. This one could be worse. Tortoise and Marma, but we found out they were hiding a lot of people in a cave behind the woods."

Everyone looks a little harsh on Mr. Low Creek's words.

Mr. Marl Leak continues the conversation with a slightly tired look.

"I didn't think of them as ordinary people, no matter what they saw. Well, there's no need for ordinary people to hide in caves. You'll feel like you're hiding criminals and using them well."

He said, "Maybe he's going to hurt them this time."

Mr Marl Leak and Mr Low Creek nodded to Mr Seiselk's words.

"Did you confirm the number of people?

"I don't know if it's all of them, but we've got 21 people we can confirm today."

"That's a lot!

I can also tell Mr. Borolda is surprised.

I thought they were a little smaller because they said they were hiding in a cave.

If the organization had predicted that it would be able to do so, it might have increased the number of people.

The more guards at the base, the smaller they have to be.

But what kind of criminal would that be?

That manpower is the most necessary crime... like killing people?

No way.

"What did the Boroldas start? So, how are we supposed to move?

Mr. Schiffer will tell you what happened in the morning on behalf of Mr. Borolda.

Based on the former merchant, the trap has already been prepared for the organization.

That Sola judged the vigilante and the adventurer Mr. Gilmouth had chosen to choose who was needed for the trap.

The number of problematic people found there, and the fact that Mr. Borolda and his adventurers were blindfolded.

"Can't they? Is that true?"

"Oh, Ivy, that's for sure."

Both Mr. Sifal and Mr. Nouga sighed loudly when they saw me nodding at Mr. Borolda's words.

"Well, well, that's all the vigilantes are on that side. Is it possible? You're stupid people."

Mr. Sifal's quietly sounding voice sounds lonely and sad.

Is that it?

So, I wonder what happened to Mr. Rickbelt.

"Um, Mr. Rickbelt..."

"Oh, I forgot. Bad. Rick Belt, but he's got a stunt."

Mr. Marl Leak's, the place brightens up a bit to what I forgot to say.

"Is that a stunt?

"Yes, I'm good at remembering people's faces. I just saw them once and I can remember them"

"Amazing. I'm jealous because I'm a little bad at remembering people."

"Hehe, there's something Ivy doesn't like about you."

I'm surprised at what Mr. Ratlua said.

There are so many things I don't like.

"There's plenty of them."

"Really? I didn't realize"

"I do have the impression of doing something like Ivy. So, Rick Belt, I had them check out the guys lurking in the cave, and now they're checking to see if anyone's wanted in the guild."

"Whoa, if you say so."

Mr. Seiselk raises his hand towards the entrance to the square.

When I saw it, I saw Mr. Rickbelt coming this way with a pretty tired face.

"Tired ~. That was just a lot of people"

"Thank you. So, how'd it go?

"I think you can give me a break. Well, fine. There are 11 nominees. We have five people under investigation."

"Are there 11 nomination arrangements? Definitely?"

Mr. Schiffer is surprised by the number of people, but everyone reacts similarly.

I didn't know there were so many nominated people, either.

"I was surprised, too. So I checked a few times, I'm pretty sure. And the worst part is that 10 out of 11 people are murderers. The person under investigation was also a killer."

"Wow. That's disgusting to think those guys are lurking in the woods. I mean, we haven't seen each other much before."

Mr. Seiselk is rubbing his own shoulder.

I do feel bad.

Whenever I encountered it, it wasn't strange, so it's horrible.

No, if the organization collected it for a trap, it could have been gathered recently.

But the fact that this many criminals can be gathered soon could be hidden somewhere from time to time.

"So, what were you talking about?

Mr Rickbelt will be briefed again by Mr Borolda.

"I see. A trap. I mean, what about involving Ivy?

"Yes, but most of the operation is Ivy's idea."

"Sure, but... Ivy, as soon as you get scared, run... it feels like where is this town right now?"

Everyone laughed bitterly at Mr. Rickbelt's words.

Surely there are too many enemies to see an escape.

"It's time for me to go."

"Hmm? Oh, so you promised to meet Lord Foronda"

"Oh, the transmission came after that, and I was supposed to go to the mansion at night."

"Are you okay on your own?

Mr. Nouga is asking worried.

In contrast, Mr. Borolda shrugged his shoulders lightly.

Is that okay, or...?

"I believe in Sola's judgment. I'm going to ask you where Orwa is."

Mr. Borolda, laughing and saying so, left the square behind.

Mr. Nouga and Mr. Sifal are worried about dropping off their backs.

Mr. Rickbelt is as usual.

"You're gonna be okay. I decided that Sora would be okay."

"Right... oh, I'm sorry, Ivy. I'm not suspicious of Sola."

Mr. Nouga is panicking when he sees my face.

Of course I'm not worried about that.

No, I don't think I can help being suspected.

Because there's still no certainty in Sola's judgment.

"It's okay."

"Nevertheless, a traitor has been named an arranger. What's going on in this town?"

Nobody seems to be able to answer anything to what Mr Seiserque said.

I'm sure that's because it's worse than I thought.

Is Mr. Borolda okay?

Are you sure Lord Foronda is from this side?

"It's gonna be okay."

You perceived my mood, Mr. Ratlua stroking my head gently.

Turning his gaze, he smiled and told me it was all right again.

That's right.

You can't be worried about me believing in Sola.

"Thank you"