Chapter 115: Why are you taking back the materials that I worked so hard to gather and bring there?


    Day 43  Morning, Omui''s Guild of Adventurers.


    There is a small vige called Shimomui. A very small vige, formed as the result of farmers of the farnds downstream from Omui town gathering together for the sake of security.


    Shimomui Vige is in a vicious circle of slowly growingrger, getting attacked by monsters, its fields falling into ruin from theck ofborers, and then recovering and slowly growing until it gets attacked by monsters again. Adventurers and guards are patrolling the area, and the monsters are regrly culled, but it seems to have little effect, so the circle keeps repeating.


    Fences built by the vige just get destroyed by monsters, and their first defensive wall, which they began building several years ago, was destroyed by a flood. Having no proper fence is the current reality for most of the surrounding viges or even towns. When a period of prosperityes, creating leeway in the budget, manpower and materials to resolve the problem are not there. Despite being surrounded by woonds, even lumber is hard to get, since the woods are infested by monsters.


    However, today, arge quantity of wood suddenly arrived. Or rather than say arrived, when the boy, whoes to the guild every day while not even being an adventurer, saw the request for lumber he askedYou are buying wood? Even though you are surrounded by woods? For real?and thenYou can pay in installments, so just buy it., and with those words it was left here. And not just any wood, but a huge pile of properly driedrge squared timber.


    We immediately sent a messenger to the lord. Buying up all of the wood, he gathered adventurers and carpenters with a goal of making at least fences for nearby settlements, and first, sent them to the nearest Shimomui Vige.


    However, Shimomui Vige was no more. That tiny defenseless vige disappeared.


    What stood there was a small fortress-like town surrounded by strong walls. As we neared it, the vige mayor immediately came out and told us of what had happened. The story sounded like a fairytale or a legend from some farawaynd.


    Previously, we received a report that a new dungeon appeared downstream from Shimomui Vige. Since the dungeon was still young we nned to immediately squash it as soon as we gathered enough force, but being constantly short on people we kept postponing it. And then, the day before yesterday, a knight in silver armor came to the vige, apanied by a young man in a ck robe. The young man in a ck robe bought up all of the grain and vegetables they couldn''t sell until now and bartered much-needed wheat and medicine that they couldn''t afford After that, the two entered the dungeon.


    Then, they entered the dungeon on the next day as well, anding back a few hourster told them that the dungeon is dead. And since the young man was holding the legendary Ring of the Dungeon Master in his hand there is no room for doubt. Grateful for the grain, medicine, and on top of that, having the dungeon destroyed, the vigers gathered all of the agricultural produce their poor vige could spare and gave it to the two as their thanks.


    epting that, the young man rejoiced and putting his hands to the ground said the following. Come forth, Walls?and with that single utterance, the rampart was made.


    Having no idea how to thank such an amazing sorcerer, they gathered even the vegetables they nned to sell and gave them to the young man, then, he gave them numerous weapons, medicine, and money, saying that it is his gratitude. The vige didn''t have anything valuable enough to repay him, but he only smiled and replied that receiving so many vegetables is enough for him. Unable to calm down, since it didn''t sit right with them, the vigers began gathering the little precious metals and jewellery they had in their homes, but the expression on the young man''s face turned to a troubled one, after which he said Thanks for the vegetablesand left. And just when they thought why the two went in the direction of the Evil Forest, the two began felling trees and even killing monsters at a blinding speed, leaving the vige just like that, without turning back even once.


    What remained was a splendid wall, cleared out woods, destroyed dungeon, and plenty of money and wheat. They also were told the ways to store and even cook the grains that they struggled to sell, and the suddenly prosperous vige now even had weapons and medicine. All of a sudden the vige became a safe and flourishing one, bringing happiness to everyone.


    The vige mayor and the vigers continued in tears. Saying that even they can hardly believe it. Even though they saw it all with their own eyes it all seems more like a dream. And despite all this, they couldn''t even ask for their names.


    It''s like a fairytale.


    In this harsh world, such a thing is possible only in folk tales or legends.


    Normally, hearing such a dream-like story, one wouldugh, dismissing it as silly gossip or an old fable.


    But we couldn''t do that.


    Since sturdy walls stood right in front of our eyes.


    And we were also very familiar with the town that was suddenly filled with happiness one day.


    So we couldn''t bring ourselves tough.


    Even more so, because we had a very good guess of who that young man in a ck robe was.


    After all, I just met the boy in a ck robe this morning.


    That ck-robed boy certainly said that the dungeon was dead. We had no idea what he was talking about, but he did say that. Confirming that was part of the reason I came here.


    And he also left arge amount of wood. The young man that cut parts of the Evil Forest that were too close to the vige would naturally have a lot of lumber.


    But the ck-robed boy left without saying a word about the vige.


    So no one knew about this.


    It''s all like a fairytale.


    This story will probably be a legend or a fable in the future and will be passed down in this vige.


    With all the joy, delight and gratitude that they have, they don''t even know to whom they should be thankful, so all those feelings will fuel the legend that is about to be born. That might be how such folk tales are created and transmitted in the first ce.


    That boy will most likely say nothing about this himself.


    So this story will end without bing known by anyone.


    But in this vige, it will be told for generations toe.


    They probably will be startled when they see him in the town, but until then, it can remain a happy fairytale.


    Let''s not tell them that the great sorcerer with a wooden staff is walking around beating monsters to death, using that staff as a wooden stick.


    For all that, the boy has to me no one but himself, never talking, introducing, or giving necessary details.


    So he will have to bear with them creating a fable out of gratitude.


    A fable about a travellingGreat Sorcerer in ck RobesandSilver Knight.