Extra 50: Bir Sheet’s stay in the Mist Town ① Bir stands in the Mist Town (1/2)
Extra 50: Bir Sheet’s stay in the Mist Town ① Bir stands in the Mist Town
There’s a mist town that’s rumored to be somewhere in the wasteland.
It is commonly known as Mist Town in Tsige, but it is still not known what its real name is.
But there’s no doubt it exists.
Even though it is called a mist town, this fact is unshakeable.
The many ingredients, materials, and equipment that the fortunate adventurers who manage to reach the Mist Town can get.
The number of adventurers, who were skeptical about this at first but have now experienced it first hand, continue to increase, so of course the truth of the story will solidify.
The many goods and information that’s brought to Tsige.
With all those accounts, it is said there’s already no people who doubt its existence.
“Adventurers can communicate at the Mist Town. Isn’t that good enough?”
A dwarf artisan stirs a quite big mug of beer despite his physique as he answers my question.
I, the Rank A+ adventurer Bir Sheet, have met with the best luck in my life.
I made it to the Mist Town.
No, I wandered into it, huh.
I can understand why so many adventurers don’t want to use the words ‘arrived’ or ‘reached’ when they return to Tsige.
They don’t know how they got there.
Even when they try to remember it in detail, it is still a mystery.
We camped at the spot we investigated thoroughly beforehand, and we got attacked by demi-humans.
This was an event that happened on the 4th day of entering the wasteland.
We reached the middle of the wasteland’s entrance and the ore mining location we were heading to and planned on staying for 10 days was now in sight.
Even though it was an important collection request that we were loaned valuable magic bags for, the 2 parties that were acting together with us have scattered, and our party was also running away with no plans at all in order to survive.
I saw a number of them being killed, but I didn’t have the leeway to confirm who exactly were the ones that died.
It was the first time I saw that type of demi-human.
They looked similar to Ogres, but their movements and strength were on a whole other level. They moved in such a coordinated manner as if they had military training.
They wielded a variety of weapons, and could use magic expertly. The power was not inferior to us adventurers by any means.
I immediately activated the one-use magic tool trump card to fight back the surprise attack, which dealt a decent degree of damage to the other side, but it didn’t connect to a decisive blow.
These Ogres (tentative) are incredibly troublesome opponents.
Running and running in what’s possibly the direction of the mining location in the dead of the night.
I lost consciousness at some point in time and, by the time I noticed, I was at a hill where I could see this town.
The night cleared and the clear sky spread.
The town in front of me was bigger than anything I have seen before, making me doubt it being called a town.
I was taken aback.
And then, my knowledge and experience allowed me to find the answer to this strange experience.
That this is most likely that rumored Mist Town.
I was so excited I didn’t notice someone was close by my side until he said ‘you are finally awake, huh’.
“Who are you?!” (Bir)
“The one who carried your almost dead ass to a safe place.”
The one who answered my wariness with a calm voice was an Orc.
I could tell at a glance that his eyes had intelligence.
The Mist Town has Orcs and Lizardmen that are completely different from the ones we know, owners of high intelligence.
That there are a great variety of races living peacefully in one community.
I could tell in an instant that the Orc in front of me was exactly that.
“You saved me there. Thanks.” (Bir)
“…Hoh, a hyuman adventurer lowering their head and thanking me in their first meeting is rare.”
“If you were hostile and intended to kill me, I would be dead a long time ago. I have entered the wasteland countless times already. I have also lived in Tsige for a long time. I have no prejudice towards demi-humans and mamonos…at least that’s my intention.” (Bir)
I can’t really say there’s absolutely no prejudice.
But I can push that aside and do my best to learn about the other side.
And thus, I said ‘that’s my intention’.
Most of all, I can tell that the Orc here is stronger than me.
This is purely by instinct, but my instinct is the accumulation of my experiences whispering to me.
Knowledge and experience are equally important assets, and they are things you should rely on.
“I see. If you are going to show decorum, you are worthy as a guest.”
“Guest?” (Bir)
“Yes. Even if I saved you, there’s the need to see if you have a good degree of decency before allowing you inside the settlement, right?”
“Settlement…is the place there really the Mist Town then?” (Bir)
“Adventurers call it that. So, what will you do? I think it is fine for you to go in, but I don’t mind only doing medical treatment and returning you to your original loca—”
“I would like to go there!” (Bir)
My response was instant.
It is the Mist Town.
It is the El Dorado that brings fortune to the ones who go there.
“Alright. Follow me then.”
The Orc sitting on a rock stands up.
He is still friendly and I don’t feel a shred of animosity.
Also, he is big.
That Ogre was pretty big too to the point that not even two hyumans would reach that height, but this Orc matches that.
Hm, now that I think about it…
Feeling that I had a number of questions inside of me, I decided to ask the brawny and intelligent Orc.
“Got it. Also, there’s a number of things I would like to ask.” (Bir)
“If it is fine for you if we do so while walking and only questions I can answer, then I don’t mind.”
“We entered with 3 parties to the wasteland and we were partially wiped out by the attack of demi-humans.” (Bir)
“Umu.”
“It seems like I was fortunately saved by you, but are there other adventurers who have arrived here? That’s my first question.” (Bir)
“…Aah, now that I think about it, I still haven’t introduced myself. I am Saisaris.” (Saisaris)
True.
I still haven’t introduced myself to him.
This is bad. Could it be that I unconsciously saw him as being below me?
He seems to have completely mastered the common language from what I have heard, and I feel no stupidity.
Even though I understand that it is foolish to judge an individual by their race…
“I am Bir Sheet. Please call me Bir.” (Bir)
“Bir then. It will only be for a short while, but it is a pleasure. As for your question, a number of adventurers were sheltered in our settlement last night. They may be your comrades, but I can’t say for sure.” (Saisaris)
“Can I meet them?” (Bir)
“Of course, You will be able to meet them almost immediately once you are in.” (Saisaris)
“I see, so there were other survivors…!” (Bir)
“If I remember correctly, it was 3 or 4… I was outside, so I don’t know in detail.” (Saisaris)
“No, thanks for all the information, Saisaris. Also, what I am most curious about is if that Ogre-like demi-human has come here…” (Bir)
“The Clinica Ogres, huh. No, they haven’t been brought here. Well, you were unlucky. There’s an endemic disease going on between them, you see. A lot of them have gathered at the mine that’s close to where the ingredients for the treatment are located.” (Saisaris)
Clinica Ogre.
It is an unknown race.
There’s a whole lot of undiscovered demi-humans in the wasteland.
Stuff like this occurs on a daily basis.
But that fighting power is a threat.
Once I return to Tsige, I must definitely report this to the guild.
“?! Gathered? Then what happened to the hyumans managing that mine?” (Bir)
“Crushed, without a single one remaining. It seems like they are utilizing a part of the residential facilities.” (Saisaris)
“…!” (Bir)
Impossible.
So even without the surprise attack, our wasteland mission this time around was fated to fail?
If we had that information beforehand…is the regret that remains in me.
Even if I know that regretting possibilities is the thing that you must definitely not do in the wasteland, I end up doing it.
“Now then, I will go back to patrolling. Someone else will be guiding you at the front of the gate. Have a good stay, Bir.” (Saisaris)