Ah, Mr. Gants was dumbfounded… Indeed, having to follow the wagon while walking in that heavy armor. It must be like hell.
It looked like he was asking if the horses couldn’t carry some of his armor, but it would surely be no use. The horses were already carrying baggage that didn’t fit into the wagons.
He then turned to us pleadingly, but Milly and I frantically shook our heads. No, no, it was impossible. We can barely carry our own belongings. I couldn’t carry anything else.
As Mr. Gants looked on in despair, Ms. Marga patted him on the shoulder. He must have understood the meaning of this, as his shoulders slumped heavily.
An Adventurer was always responsible for themselves.
However, I would at least take his place tonight and watch over the fire. He should get some rest for tomorrow.
And so I found myself here, once again watching the fire at midnight.
Since it is the second night in a row, I am very sleepy… But maybe it’s also because I ate too much for dinner?
Tonight, Ms. Marga cooked for us.
The soup made of dried meat and vegetables was incredibly delicious. It had the perfect amount of salt in it. Hmm. Just thinking about it makes me hungry all over again.
I suppose I’ll nibble on some of the preserved food that was included in my camping set…
…Hmm. My hopes were not high, as it looked like dough. Yes, this is inedible.
There is something both sweet and mud-like about the taste and texture… Ugh. I’m going to throw up…
Well, it also made me less drowsy, so that’s a good thing.
…Maybe that’s what it was originally for? Surely not.
Now, I just have to persevere for a few more hours.
Today’s earnings and expenses:
Nothing at all
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Balance: 3 silver, 79 bronze
(=_ヾ) So sleepy. It finally ends tomorrow. I want to sleep in a bed… I hope we arrive safely tomorrow.