Translator: âHakouâ Editor: âWeasalopesâ
ãIt seems I have no choice but to ask how to harvest itã
I mumbled to myself while still holding the wriggling Dangorou in my hand.
ãFortunately I know just the right person to askã
The Garden Forest is a place where spirit beasts, heavy horsemen, and the turtle live. I canât just call an experienced adventurer to come and collect them for me.
So the only way to get rid of them is for me to learn and do it myself.
ãItâll be fine if I just bring a lot of potions with meã
I have reliable magic to deal with injuries, illnesses, and abnormal status conditions. As long as I know what kind of danger Iâm in, I can just cast my magic as I go.
ãLetâs bring the mushrooms with thisã
I brought a small wooden box from the living room and placed it in the garden.
The White Lady is dangerous if youâre injured when touching it, but itâs not the type to spread poisonous spores.
I used my gardening shovel to carefully scoop out the chestnut moths along with the mushroom that grows on it. Then I put them in the box.
***
The next day, behind the merchant guild building.
In a dimly lit alleyway, I was with a familiar adventurer.
ãCan you take a look at this for me?ã
A small wooden box on the floor, its lid gently opened.
A mushroom is so valuable that it is said to beãWorth as much as gold coins as its heightã.
When the old man took a glance at the inside, he narrowed his eyes with a serious expression.
ãTo think that youâd put your hands on one of these, quite the balls you have there, huh?ã
Somehow he looks at me like how he looks at an amateur who is working on a difficult task.
ãI was wondering if you could tell me how to harvest them safelyã
A sullen old man who closes one of his eyes and keeps looking at mushrooms with one eye. He bend his mouth into a letter 㸠and pondered.
By the way, this old man and I have worked together many times. Iâve asked him to do a variety of things, including investigating and collecting dropped materials after subjugating magical beasts, as well as notifying and guiding nearby residents.
This old man is the only veteran adventurer I know.
ãThe fact that you want to learn about it⦠means that there are still more, right?ã
He muttered some words and looked at me curiously.
ãI canât tell you where it is, thoughã
We stared at each other for a while.
I could feel that the technique was an important asset, and that he would not sell it cheaply.
ãThe reward is three white ladies, less than that and you got no dealã
ãâ¦â¦Fineã
We shook hands firmly. With a wooden box in my hands, we immediately headed to the workshop of a reluctant old man to practice.
ãFor practice, Iâm going to use this one that grew on the chestnut burr. And Iâm taking this one with me when Iâm done, is that alright?ã
Itâs a harvesting practice, the mushrooms will be a bit damaged. But still, the value must remain the same.
This is a talk after we sealed the deal. Meaning if I accept it, the old man will get an additional reward.
(I would be more thankful if you would dispose of the mushroom you use for practice instead, though)
Thatâs my real feeling, but I donât say it out loud. This is because he wonât even understand the feelings of someone who didnât see the mushroom in front of him as gold.
All I can do is make an expression that says, âyou got meâ.
ãâ¦Veteran adventurers are also good at negotiating arenât they?ã
I made a stinging remark. The old man just made a small smile with the corners of his mouth.
ãFine, I understand. But wonât the value of what you use for practice drop significantly?ã
I agreed, looking as if I had no other choice. The reason I added such a question was just out of sheer curiosity.
ãIf you want to sell it, the price will go down significantly. But the taste is the same, so it doesnât matter if youâre going to eat itã
ãâ¦Youâre going to eat it?ã
I said, but the sullen old man laughs loudly. I shrugged my shoulders once and followed behind him.
***
A few hours later.
I took the lesson and headed home once I had managed to master the technique.
By the way, it seems that the muscle was pretty bad.
ãYou donât seem to have any experience with harvesting, huh?ã
I remember the expression on the face of the sullen old man who said that at the beginning of our lesson. He saw my sloppy hands and knew at a glance what level I was at.
Although I grew up in the countryside, I had no experience in picking wild vegetables. I pretended not to hear his muttering, ãI wonder if the reward too low?ã
ãIf you hadnât brought your own potions, you wouldnât have made it todayã
The sullen old man spat out such words with a tired look on his face after he handed me a passing grade.
At first, he looked at the potion I had laid out on my desk and said that it was exaggerated, though it would be worth it. But in the end, most of the bottles on the desk were empty.
(Thereâs a lot of difference between having outdoor experience and not having one)
When we went hiking in the mountains I saw the brilliance of my junior that he doesnât always show. Turns out he was in the hiking club when I asked him about it.
Itâs a big difference from me, who couldnât even pitch a tent.
While I was thinking about such a thing, we arrived at the north part of downtown. I walked up the stairs to my house with my newly purchased leather gloves and two knives in hand.
ãIâve just learned how to do it. Make sure not to stand too close to me, alright?ã
I immediately took my kins to the garden forest.
I lay down on the ground in front of the mushroom and held the long knife in my left hand and the short one in my right. Carefully, I inserted the tip of the blade into the lower part of the stump from both sides.
ãItâs like Japanese lacquer treeã
The problem is the juice inside. These mushrooms look dry, but they have a lot of moisture in them. Touching it is a bad idea.
ãI wonât lose to a mere poisonous mushroomã
Thatâs what my kins said. They could probably remove it if I ask them to.
(But then Iâm pretty sure theyâll get poisonous juice all over their bodies)
Itâs clear as day that Iâm going to be affected.
ãAlrightã
I plucked them and put them in a wooden box filled with straw.
My goal was to get three of them. As promised, I plan to give them all to the sullen old adventurer.
I have no intention of eating or selling them, so having them on hand would only be a hassle.
ãAh shi-ã
The second one fails, and the spattered juice gets on my cuffs and cheeks.
It takes a few minutes for it to cause severe inflammation, so I immediately activate E-rank cure abnormal status. The worst thing about this mushroom is that it canât be treated with F-rank magic.
ãThough I said it failed, it wasnât that damagedã
Since it was near the base of the plant, there seemed to be no problem in terms of harvesting it. Letâs ask the sullen old manâs opinion about this.
The third one was a success. I laid out the white lady on the straw and let out a big sigh.
This way, I finished thinning out the mushrooms.
***
In the evening of that day, at a popular restaurant near the central square of the royal capital.
The reluctant old man who had instructed Tauro to harvest mushrooms took out a box in a good mood.
What he pulled out of the box was a small ceramic plate. On top of the plate was a white mushroom, cut into small pieces.
The amount of mushrooms was probably enough for one bottle. It was the one Tauro had used for practice.
ãLeader, did you cook it by yourself?ã
ãYouâre as dexterous as everã
The members of his party cheered as they looked at the dish he had brought.
The sullen old man nodded with a happy expression and placed the plate in the center of the table.
ãItâs delicious you know?ã
They were poking at the platter of food and reached for the box there with forks.
Only one person, a young sorceress who had recently joined the team, did not touch it.
ãWhat is it?ã
At the leaderâs words, the young sorcerer gave him a dubious look.
ãWhat is this?ã
He seemed to be wary of the food.
While smiling to reassure him, the reluctant old man told him its name.
ãA poisonous mushroomã
The young sorcerer sighs heavily.
ãNo, thank you. Iâll passã
The sullen old man looked disappointed at his answer.
ãEven though you can feel ecstatic after eating thisã
ãâ¦â¦Iâm fineã
The young sorcerer carried the food from the restaurant to his mouth without changing his expression.
The reluctant old man staring at him looked somewhat envious.