Chapter 182

Chapter 182: 182

“I’m sorry, but I’ll go back and review the literature and the report.”\n

Mr. Gilmouth takes his seat in a hurry.

“Let’s go too.”

The Master seems to be able to help Mr. Gilmouth.

… Mr. Gilmouth, if you see that disgusting look.

“Whoa, is there a problem too? My sweet master wants to help you.”

Look, ’cause I’m definitely going to be attached.

“Hahaha, thank you”

The look on Mr. Gilmouth’s face he gave up and his master’s full grin.

I thought of it when Mr. Druid did, but it’s strange because it looks like a good relationship.

“See you later.”

“Yes. Good luck”

You’re going to go back to the guild and reread the literature and stuff, it’s tough, Mr. Gilmouth said.

Oh, I wanted to ask Mr. Druid something.

“Mr. Druid, do demons eat magic or something?

I will ask Mr Druid the question I felt earlier.

“Hmm? Maybe Ivy doesn’t know?

“What?”

What are you talking about?

“Bad, I assumed you knew. Many demons are said to eat magic.”

“Really?

Do you want to eat?

Or from the way Mr. Druid put it, you know this is normal.

… Ugh, that’s embarrassing.

“Some demons eat only fruit that contains the magic of a tree called a native demon soul in the back of the forest.”

“Such demons… herbivores in demons?

“What, what? \n

“No, it’s nothing”

Also, the previous knowledge……

Mr. Druid, my mouth is slippery because the tension has faded.

If you’re not careful, you’re going to do it even in front of the others.

“If demons die outside their lifespan, what can you think of?

If you die from other causes, will the magic overflow?

No, if that’s the case, there’s got to be more information on the ferocious demons.

That means if you die from other causes… disappear?

“If you were to die outside of life expectancy, you would often fight and die. In that case, we’ll use a lot of magic in battle, so there shouldn’t be that much magic left when we die.”

Oh, well.

I totally forgot to use magic when fighting.

You’re fighting for your life, so you shouldn’t spare any magic.

In that case, the magic power of those who lose will be considerably diminished.

If there’s any magic left, does that mean eating doesn’t make it ferocious?

Hmm, if I were to die of something else, would I be sick?

But even if you’re sick, you’ll be more likely to be targeted if you get weaker.

A demon with a lifespan may be quite rare.

Maybe that’s why there’s not much literature left either.

“But why didn’t you write about magic in the literature?

If demons are the norm to eat magic, that’s what you should write in the literature.

Why didn’t you write it?

“Maybe you didn’t know.”

“What? But it’s obvious, right?

Mr. Druid said…

“Previous literature that shows demons eat magic can say something like black.”

Speaking of which, the master said he had read it in old literature. \nIn other words, is it possible to eat magic in the literature of an era that is not yet known?

“I hope you know something because he said he was going to reread it again.”

“Right.”

“Well, don’t go home. The cup of tea.”

“Oh, I will. I’ll wash it while I’m making hot water.”

“Are you sure?

“Yes, I’m free while I wait for the water to boil, so I’d better have something to do.”

When you just wait for the water to boil, it kind of feels like a long time.

When you’re washing things, it won’t be long.

“Right, thanks. The bowl of wild rabbits was delicious. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. Be careful on your way home.”

“Hahaha, thanks”

Drop Mr. Druid off from the square.

“It’s been a kind of a rushed day.”

Wash the glass while the water is boiling and return to the tent.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. You’re already asleep.”

Both Sola and Flem were already in their dreams.

Wipe your body and put on new clothes.

It’s time for your clothes to wash up.

Find a river in the woods or a washroom in town.

I know the river is better because I can be with Ciel longer, right?

“All right, let’s find the river tomorrow”

Get a place to sleep and lie down.

“Sola, Flem, good night”

Tomorrow we’ll go to the river, wash up, go to the store owner’s and talk about the sauce.

Fluffy… Good night.

\nMr. Druid said he was on three teams…… 13.

I can’t believe there’s three of them.

I hope yesterday’s information helps.

Say thank you to Mr. Matthew and go back inside the tent.

I’d like to go to Mr. Druid’s right now and ask for information, but let’s put some time aside.

If I go, it won’t do me any good.

“Sola, Flem, wake up. Let’s have dinner.”

Wake up to the words of rice, Sola.

As we line up the potions, Frem wakes up slowly.

Make sure the two of them are eating potions before starting their own meal.

Dried meat and fruit in the morning.

“I knew I cared! Shall we go find Mr. Druid? But if I interrupt…”

To my soliloquy, Sola and Flem shake each with a pull.

It’s like being backed up.

… maybe not.

All right.

“Look, if you’re not there, I’ll give up. Find it and come back if you seem busy. Let’s do that.”

Yeah, be careful not to disturb me…

“Ivy, are you awake?

“Whew!”

“What, Ivy? Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Wait a minute, please.”

I was surprised that Mr. Druid’s voice sounded unexpected.

Or I was too immersed in my thoughts to completely confirm the signs around me.

Calm down.

Still, it’s still early in the morning.

What’s wrong with Mr. Druid at this hour?