My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"About half of it."

The worst carriage journey also seems to have managed to come to the turning point.

Your old man, who is an assassin... I don't even disclose his name because he can't talk much in his role, but he tells me about his journey itinerary at once.

The sun is already setting. The sky is dark.

That is the end of today's journey in order to rest the horses and get some sleep at night. We're leaving again in the early morning.

"He's got a hip..."

Everyone gets out of the carriage.

The cockroach and bones rang as he stretched out his body, where the sash of chimps remained seated. I know. Exactly. Everyone is already tired of carriage trips.

Even for me, it's better to walk now. I think so at an early stage. I knew I didn't really like being with people I didn't know very well.

"Ah, Mr. Sash. Shall we cure it?

"... oops. Please."

When the assassin-aspiring celier suggested, Sash took more fruit than looks.

On the first day he bounced willingly, but after the second day he is honest for the price. Well, I can see that, too. Because it's really hard.

Celier's right hand emits a soft light, and his hand touches Sash's waist.

- It is restorative magic.

Hi Celier seems to have some "magician qualities" and some magic can already be used.

Well, that's about all I know, because it's common sense not to ask people about "material training".

By the way, she has a terrible carriage sickness, but that seems to work out with healing magic too. You'll feel better when you get off the carriage.

I tried to line up behind Sash, too. It hurts in my body, so I decided to have it hung too. Because it's a big difference between having this and not having this.

Even today, beside the endless streets, it is Nojuku.

They seem to have been chosen unconstitutionally, and they seem to have decided where to rest for once. The outlook is good, and as soon as demons and other things show up, you'll see them.

There is a river somewhat far away and drinking water is an environment that can be readily secured.

"Ooh, Ayle."

And Florentine, the boss's daughter in the back society, who had drawn water into a large barrel, told me that she was preparing her bow by the fire that your old man had caused.

"Can't you hunt anything but birds? I think it's time we had a rabbit or something."

On the fourth day, there will be a division of roles.

Your old man takes care of the horses and gives us preserved food, but he does nothing more than that. I mean, if you're an old man, you work on the road, so I think you can take the night off.

Sash was able to cook unexpectedly for a chimp. I've already left the cooking number to you because it's been a polite job and tastes good.

Florentine is responsible for water extraction and other hard work. Incredibly powerful in the place of a small body. Water is heavy. I probably can't hold the bucket she's holding right now.

Celier is twice as tired on his carriage journey because of motion sickness. That's so pathetic already. He magically heals his health, but he won't recover to his health.

It is enough to hang the healing magic already.

So, what I was asked to do was still hunter's arm.

In a journey where there is only food for preserved meats, such as sun-dried bread and dried meat, there seems to be a high demand for fresh meat.

Well, even if there's no demand, I'll just eat it. I like meat. But, well, we're all getting bumpy.

"Birds are easier, though."

At night, the bird stops at the tree and sleeps. If you use "dark vision" of "glasses," you can see it, so it becomes immobile and alike. It looks like glasses at all.

"Tired of birds?

"I don't mean that kind of luxury. I don't even like birds. I just like rabbits."

Oh, I see. I see. It's a matter of preference.

"I might be able to aim for it in the evening at least, because it's already night. If you're looking for a rabbit from here, it'll take you a while before dinner. Can you wait?"

There's hunting, there's judgment, there's blood draining, and there's waiting times at this point. I'm pretty hungry too, so I want to eat fast. And I want to rest my tired body on the carriage.

"... wet. I'm starving."

After stroking his own stomach and consulting with him on an empty stomach, Florentine seemed to conclude that he could not wait.

"Hey."

Oh, Sash's here. - Exactly because of the difficult carriage journey, the chimps and the boss's daughter seem to have stopped hanging out in vain. I can see that, too. You're too tired.

"I agree with you about this, but I eat rabbits and stuff too. So how about this?

When I heard Sash's suggestion, I thought it would be. Then I guess I'll try my best.

"My head. Yeah. Wisdom works."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, abominable. - So, what do you say? Can you do that?"

Yeah.

"It doesn't take that much effort to hunt birds in the first place. I'll go for it."

When I heard the request, I made plans to hunt, so I got up.

If we go to a forest that looks far away, at least there will be birds. I don't know if there's a rabbit, but that's the only way to find out on the ground.

We arrive in the woods and shoot through the oxen resting on the trees early.

"That's awesome - your arm. I don't see anything."

Sash is impressed as if he was half frightened.

I want you to feel safe. Even I can't see without "glasses". I can't even read any signs of sleeping birds.

"Can I have one today?

I'm eating two of them because of the number of people, but I have plans for the next one today.

"Whoa, I have to be hungry for the rabbit. Then don't ask me again."

And, early on, he went back to the campsite with a stranded bamboo. While tearing up the weeds around there.

He can cook, and he seems to be familiar with the weeds he can eat. Even though it's chimpy. All I can say is surprisingly.

"... well. I was wondering if there was a rabbit."

In the opposite direction of such a sash, I head to the back of the woods.

Sash's suggestion is simple.

Hunt birds first, drain or dismantle blood and use them for cooking. While I can cook, I'm going after rabbits as my next prey. It is such a thing.

Be the first to secure tonight's meat. Continue searching for the meat of the request.

It's called a bunk stand.

- I was lucky enough to be in the "visible" range to hunt one regular rabbit that wasn't a stinging tooth rabbit and put it on for a fancy dinner today. I am grateful for my life.