The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

Leaving the village, Mr. Fische waited for me.

Proceed through the woods with Mr. Fische's guidance.

"Something unusual?

"Did you notice that?

To your father's words, Mr. Fische answers.

Mr. Ginal, too, looks strangely into the woods around him.

"The impression you get from the woods is that the atmosphere has changed."

Everyone nods at Mr. Ginal's words.

From what I've seen, nothing's changed.

Even though, the impression I received from the forest was so different that I thought it was different.

"We went out into the woods and realized it, too. I just don't feel bad about it, and I'm stuck talking about seeing how it goes."

As Mr Fische put it, it has changed but I do not find it particularly offensive.

I just think it's changed.

That's a strange thing too, so I tilt my neck looking at the woods.

As they are distracted around them, they notice that the bag that is lowering from their shoulders is moving very thinly.

"Um, is it okay to let the Siers out? Where are the other adventurers and vigilantes?

"They've already returned to the village, so it's okay to let them out."

To Mr. Fische's words, stop and open the bag.

It was Ciel who popped up.

As soon as I got to where I was, I looked around.

"That's cool. Are you more disappointed in your body than you saw in the book?

Mr. Fische laughs happily when he sees Ciel, who has become Adandala.

The next thing I know, Sol came out of the bag, and finally Sola and Flem came out of the bag at the same time.

"You're fine. So let's go...... Whoa, Phishe!

Mr. Ginal slaps Mr. Fische from behind, who was looking at Ciel and nicoting him.

"Ah, bad. Over here."

Walking for a while, I see a stone about my back.

Near the stone, I saw Mr. Garritt sitting in a fallen tree.

"You tried everything."

Mr. Fische laughs bitterly at your father's words.

"None of it helped."

There were a lot of tools rolling around Mr. Garritt at the end of his gaze.

The number of magic items you have prepared to break the stone is over 10, even if you have just looked at them.

The stone seems stiff like that.

"You kept me waiting."

"I'm fine. It hasn't changed since."

Mr. Fische raises his hand to Mr. Garritt.

Mr. Garritt rose from the fallen tree where he was sitting.

"What's a change?

Gilmouth approaches the stone.

Then the letters of the magic formations, in which the stones are fluttered and lightly engraved, glow one strong after the other.

"Gilmouth, get away!

To Mr. Garritt's voice, Gilmouth steps back one step all the way.

"Peepee! Peepee! Peppa!"

I turn my gaze in surprise at Sol's slightly lower ringing.

At the end of his gaze, Sol stares at the stone.

When I'm surprised at how it looks, I jump just big enough to go towards the stone.

"What! Sol, it's dangerous!

Your father rushes to stop Sol in my voice, but Sol jumped on the stone with that momentum.

Piscilli.

The moment Sol rides, there's a big crack in the stone.

"" "" What?

The moment there was a crack in the stone, Mr. Garritt glanced at Sol.

"Cracked."

Mr. Fische, too, is flattered.

"Pep!"

When Sol jumps on the stone over and over again, every time a crack enters the stone.

Piscilli, Piscilli.

As the crack enters from top to bottom of the stone, the light of the strong glowing letters is gradually lost.

"It looks so easy to break..."

To Mr. Ginal's words, Mr. Fische and Mr. Garritt shake their heads beside each other.

He said, "No matter what you really used, it didn't break."

"Well, it looks so easy when you see that one... Ah, the hammer? Oh, how?

"Oh, because I have tentacles"

"" "" Eh!

To your father's casual words, Mr. Ginal and the others raise their voices of surprise.

I don't care about that, I wield the hammer with my tentacles and I crush more and more stones Sol.

Cancer, cancer, cancer.

"Sol, runaway"

Mr. Ginal laughs at your father's words.

"It didn't crack with that hammer, did it?

Mr. Garritt asks Mr. Fische to make sure.

"Oh, I didn't crack it at all... you're cracked"

"Is that a magic item?

Ginal replies to your father's question with a bitter smile.

"That's a rare magic item. It has been quite helpful so far. I was able to break things that were pretty hard and magical. Are you sure it didn't crack?

Mr. Fische nods at Mr. Ginal's words.

"Not at all with me. Why would Sol crack it if he used it?

"More than that, does Sol know what that stone is?

Tilt your neck to Mr. Gilmouth's words.

Sure, you wouldn't think to break it so much if you didn't know.

"Pefu."

Throw the hammer, sol like you cut it off.

The crushed stone gradually lost its pale light and turned into a completely black stone.

Is that it?

I wonder what it is?

I've always felt it, like I stopped feeling tired......

When I looked at your father wondering about it, my gaze matched.

"Ivy, are you all right?

Tilt your neck to your father's question.

"Yeah. It's okay. Something made my body feel lighter and my tiredness disappeared... are you feeling better?

"Right. Or Ivy."

Me too?

Your father sees a stone turned black.

With that said, what good did that stone do and he said it was here?

I don't know, I suddenly wondered.

Uh, sure, it was to limit the movement of people with different country memories and different country skills.

That applies to me and your father, doesn't it?

"What's up? Is something wrong?

Mr. Gilmouth realizes that the atmosphere between your father and me is strange and seems worried.

The other three saw us, too.

"Mr. Gilmouth, did you feel anything when the stone went black?

I thought a little about my question, but I shook my head sideways.

I look at the ginals, but they all shook their heads sideways.

Does that mean it was just me and your father?

"Pefu."

Sol drops by me worried about Piong.

Maybe, did you know?

That my father and I are affected by the magic engraved on that stone.

But if I had known, Sol would have definitely told me.

"Thank you, Sol. It's okay now."

If Sol hadn't broken it, what would have happened?

That's kind of scary.

Your father strokes me with a bumpy body.

"Druid, is there anything you can tell us?

Mr. Ginal looks at your father.

"I need some time."

"Okay, okay."

Mr. Ginal nods and speaks to Mr. Gilmouth and the others.

Apparently, we're going to go check on what's going on with the stones outside of here.

After a while, Mr. Ginal, with four tree branches, came here.

"Just keep one short, please"

"Okay."

Your father makes sure that Mr. Ginal leaves, and then grips only one of the branches of a tree with four short to invisible.

"Nice."

When Mr. Ginal chooses each branch of the tree, he opens his hand.

"Yay. Good to see you."

Looks like Mr. Ginal pulled a short branch and waves at the other three.

I'll wave it off too.

"I wanted to play with Ciel!

There is a bitter smile in Mr. Fische's words.

"Heh heh, there you go"

"Make sure you check the stones."

Mr. Garritt and his men walked into the woods opposite the direction they had come to when they sighed.

"When you calm down, keep me back in the village. The captain's house... no. Meet me at my house."

Mr. Gilmouth walked out as soon as he gave his father the keys to the house.

"Be careful"