Sitting on the ruins with some residual warmth, Heine's eyes were straight as he was blown up, and he remembered what had just happened without saying a word.

First, the girl who was digging a pit with her staff in the ruins pushed her out and led her straight into the robber's lair.

Then, she was almost drugged by the robbers, but she had to find out in time, otherwise she would have been locked up in a small black room and done all kinds of things.

Then, in order to avoid that kind of treatment, she rose up against the ravages of the Crescent Thieves.

At last......

Raising his head suddenly, Heine's eyes suddenly regained their brilliance.

"Wow——! It's too much! I'm still in the camp, hey, aren't you worried about me being blown up by you! ”

Heine's sudden snort caused Lena to frown a little upset.

Picking up a small pebble and throwing it in the direction of Heine, Lena explained when the stone hit her forehead with precision.

"Didn't I tell you you were fortified, or how do you think you survived in the center of the explosion?"

Signaling his surroundings, he continued to say indifferently.

"And didn't I chant enough mantras to give me enough time to run? You don't run that who is to blame. ”

This explanation stunned Heine, who still wanted to vent his dissatisfaction.

I checked myself, and found that I was really unharmed except for my ugly appearance, and I suppressed the dissatisfaction in my heart a little, and launched the necessary counterattack with words.

"I seem to understand a little bit about why I call you a 'devilish woman.'"

"Why?"

Continuing to search for the treasure with the expensive Staff of Igdrasil pretending to be a shovel, crowbar and other tools, Lena asked without looking up.

Standing up with her hands on her hips, Heine proudly puffed out her chest and told her reasons like a detective who had discovered the truth.

"Because the devil is better than you......"

Syllable!

"Pain, pain, pain, ......"

Abandoning the search for the area, Lena went to another place to continue her search.

Covering her head and jumping to Lena's side, Heine observed her behavior for a moment, and a light bulb popped out of her head.

He cleared his throat and gave a remonstrance with a serious face.

"With all due respect, I don't think any treasure can be preserved intact under that kind of powerful spell bombardment."

Ignoring Heine's complaints, Lena continued to rummage through what might exist.

Seeing that Lena ignored it, Heine continued to grasp this point and launch what she thought was a merciless spit attack.

"Hey! If you do this every time, don't you worry about blowing up all the treasures! ”

This time, Lena finally had a reaction.

He stopped his search and sighed, looking at Heine with a look full of distress for the stupid.

"If you don't blow up those useless ones, how can you highlight the particularity of the surviving treasures?"

Heine admits that she was temporarily persuaded by this theory.

This theory seems a bit strange no matter how you listen to it, but if you think about it......

It really makes sense!

So in order not to look like a fool, she re-asked the question she had asked at the campfire.

She didn't think Lena was obsessive-compulsive, after all, if she did, she would theoretically not have soiled her staff at will, and she would have been able to keep the torn hat on her head.

She chose to continue to come here, certainly not as she said on the surface, but for another reason!

Strictly speaking, Heine did think too much, because Lena really just came to blow up and see if there was anything that didn't have treasures, and by the way, vent the depression that had recently accumulated in her heart.

But if you don't strictly count it, it's true that there are some other reasons for choosing to blow it up.

- because the Crescent Bandits are stationed on their way.

If you're too lazy to take a detour, then just blow it up.

Knowing this "truth", Heine had a silly smile on his face at that time.

It's not that she lacks heart, but she is frightened by this concept and begins to be a little confused.

Instinctively, she wanted to sigh that Lena was worthy of being a witch that everyone feared, but thinking of the two times when her head was knocked on the door of the stone just now, she finally gave up this idea.

After much searching, Lena finally confirmed that there was nothing of value in this place.

Somewhat disappointed, he left a delayed spell here, greeted Heine, and re-embarked on the journey of "finding the treasure of the stars".

Despite not being very good at spells, Heine was able to slightly recognize that the delayed spell was a massive blasting spell.

After the two of them walked away, before she could ask, a mushroom cloud appeared again in the distance where the "ruins" were.

Widening his eyes at the witch who was looking for a place to rest, Heine asked, clutching the corners of his mouth while clutching his shocked chest.

"Is there a need for this......

"Of course."

As soon as the words fell, the explosion blew over.

A strong wind blew the ground, which was originally full of fallen leaves and weeds.

Nodding in satisfaction, Lena lay down on the spot.

"Go to bed early, I'll have to get up early tomorrow to hurry."

To be honest, she wasn't a little tired of being able to use high-level spells so easily, and it was the first time Heine had seen her live so big, and using the side effects of high-level spells as a broom made her feel like an eye-opener.

Suppressing the awkward shock in his heart, Heine sprinkled insect repellent powder around the two of them before going to bed.

He lit the bonfire, leaned against the tree, took out a notepad from his fanny pack, recalled everything that had happened today, and wrote it down on the notepad as the most special experience of his life.

The next morning, Heine was awakened by the smell of roasted meat.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Lena's busy figure in front of the fire.

Bottles and jars of liquids and powders of various colors were neatly arranged in her hands, as if she were experimenting, and from time to time, Lena would add the contents of those bottles to the aromatic barbecue.

The barbecue can be grilled with an experimental sense of déjà vu, which reminds Heine of the delicious pieces of rabbit meat he ate yesterday.

After a frightened start, he cautiously moved to Lina's side.

"The ......"

"It's just condiments, if you're scared, you can prepare your own food, and you don't have enough rabbits in the morning."

Having a moment to choose between the sensuality of tasting delicious food and the rationality of fearing poisoning, Heine finally chose the former.

He took a piece of roast meat, smelled the fragrant smell, and finally gave up his reason under the strong stimulation of his senses.

Looking at Heine's gobbling up another one, Lena suddenly remembered what her former friend had said to her.

- If you open a tavern, you can conquer everyone's hearts with your craftsmanship alone.

The reason for giving up this suggestion was naturally because of the persistence of wanting to find the treasure of the stars, shaking her head and sighing, Lena pressed this memory back to the bottom of her heart.

Just to rush to the current reputation, let alone open a tavern, where to stop is enough to constitute a crime, open a shameful lyme.

Then, with this thought, Shame Lem came out and turned into a finger pointing in the direction of the road ahead.

As the "hand" pointed in the direction, Lena's face was even less indifferent than before.