All-rounder Healer Chapter 243: The Fifth Son is Not Who You Think It Is

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 I sat down by the fire, found some sturdy-looking branches, and sharpened one end with a knife. Then he plunged the pointed branch through the fish’s mouth.



“Ah… what am I going to do?” (Rook)



 As I recall, I saw something on TV or something like that before, where they bent the fish so that it wrinkled before skewering it.


 I was a little unsure, so I skewered it by trial and error. But it didn’t go so well.


 Well, I guess this is something that needs practice. I’m sure I’ll get good at it eventually…


 The fish skewered a bit awkwardly, is stabbed on the ground next to the fire, and then roasted evenly at a moderate angle.


 After about 20 or 30 minutes, the fish was grilled.


 There was an accident during the cooking when the branch that I skewered the fish with caught on fire and broke, but at least it was cooked.


 Well, it was the first time, so I guess that’s expected.



“Well, now…” (Rook)


“Kyu!” (Shion)



 I restrain Shion with my hand as he tries to jump on the dungeon trout, like he’s saying, “I can’t wait any longer.”



“Wait a second.” (Rook)


“Kyu?” (Shion)



 Shion made a dissatisfied face.



“I don’t know if this is really edible, just in case.” (Rook)


“Kyu…” (Shion)



 I took a plate of grilled dungeon trout, peeled off the skin, and lightly touched the meat part to my tongue.


 I thought I felt a slight saltiness on the tip of my tongue.



“…” (Rook)



 I’m pretty sure it was something like this… I think so.


 Survival knowledge from a documentary program I saw somewhere a long time ago. This is a way for someone to identify with his own body whether something he sees for the first time is edible or not.


 That’s what you do in a typical roguelike game. I want to identify an item with an unknown name and unknown effect, but there is no way to do so. It can’t be helped, so I’m going to throw it in my mouth for now and try to test it, but for the most part, it’s I will be the one who regrets it when it becomes poison or my level drops.


 Well, it seems that it’s not…


 Well, if I’m not mistaken, first I dab it on my skin, and if there’s nothing wrong with it, I put it on my tongue. After watching the situation for a while, I think it felt like it was okay to eat as long as there were no abnormalities in my body, but I don’t know how far I could from my vague recollection.


 I’m not sure how much I’m remembering right, but I’ll do it just in case. Well, I don’t think it will be that bad this time. If it does, I’ll just use magic to solve it.


 I wait for a while and put a small amount of the meat in my mouth.


 Protein body characteristic of white fish. A little fat. A slightly peculiar flavor.


 Not bad.


 I don’t feel anything out of the ordinary, so I swallow it and wait for a while to see what happens.



“……Is it alright?” (Rook)



 According to a certain survival program, I think they said that toxic substances such as poison may cause abnormalities such as sores on the skin, numbness on the tongue and in the mouth, and a hot stomach. Of course, this wouldn’t be able to identify all toxic substances, and even a very small amount of deadly poison would be out.


 I take a big bite of the grilled dungeon trout and slowly taste it.



“Yeah, it’s delicious.” (Rook)



 The combination of salt and the meaty flavor is just delicious. If I had to say something indulgent, I would have used some spices or herbs to remove some of the smell.



“Kyu!” (Shion)


“Well, it’s not like I forgot! You can eat too, Shion!” (Rook)



 When I gave my permission, Sion started to eat it with gusto.


 If Sion thinks he can eat it in the first place, could it be safe?


 Well, there is such a thing as wild intuition, an animal’s sense of smell, or the mysterious power of Holy Beasts. Last time, we found some delicious dried fruit.


 …Well, there is nothing wild about Shion.


 After finishing the grilled dungeon trout and taking care of the fire, I take a deep breath.


 There is a large lake in front of me and a large mountain range in the clear sky. The lush green trees around us swayed and rustled in the wind.



“I knew it, this place is nice!” (Rook)



 If this place were not in a dungeon and monsters were scarce, it would be a summer resort or a vacation home for the aristocrats and rich people.


 If it were possible, I would put a hammock here and take a nap.


 Well, if I actually did it here, it would be a picnic lunch…



“Shall we go back soon?” (Rook)



 I don’t want that to happen, so I clean up and head for the Fifth Floor Village.


 Still, it was a relaxing and refreshing afternoon. I’ll try to get here faster next time.


 My stomach filled with the dungeon trout feels fine, and I think it’s probably safe to assume that the dungeon trout can be eaten. I would like to think of ways to utilize dungeon trout in the future, but even if I try my best, I can only come up with salted or dried trout overnight at the moment.


 I will think about this in due course.


 I proceeded through the forest toward the Fifth Floor Village, and when I was close to the village, I heard a sound of a horse running from the rift on the fourth-floor side.


 I came out of the forest and looked in that direction and saw five horses and five people riding on them.


 The horses… No, those are Feral Horses. They were one size bigger than ordinary horses, and ordinary horses couldn’t have come this far into the village.


 They came to the front of the village at a moderate speed, then slowed down and tried to enter the village through the gate.



“Wait. If you want to enter the village, you have to pay the entrance fee.” (Hibos)



 Mr. Hibos, who was guarding the village gate, as usual, blocked their way and demanded the entry fee.


 Then a large man came forward from among the group.



“You! You are rude to block the way!” (Large Man)



 The man barked from his horse.


 I don’t know what it is, but I know it doesn’t look good.


 I stopped a short distance from the gate and hid in the grass as inconspicuously as possible.



“It doesn’t matter if I am rude or not. This village is under the jurisdiction of the Adventurers’ Guild. We don’t let anyone in who doesn’t pay the entry fee.” (Hibos)


“Hmm… Are you trying to start a fight with us?” (Large Man)



 The large man descended from the Feral Horse and approached Hibos step by step.


 His right hand reached for the sword at his waist.


 Seeing this, Mr. Hibos looked surprised for a moment, then immediately made a face as if he was biting a bitter bug.


 What is this…? What am I supposed to do? Do I go in to help?


 …No, I can’t. From the conversation, that group seems to be nobles or people of high status. And that guy…



“He’s strong……” (Rook)



 From the atmosphere and the way, he moves, perhaps.


 He’s not the typical small fry who makes unreasonable demands and tries to attack people only to be beaten back. He’s a strong guy.


 A tense atmosphere enveloped the area.


 …what should I do? I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything if I leave here.


 I know that…but…



“Stop.” (Voice)



 Yes, I heard a voice.


 Among the group of people riding horses, one person whose face was hidden under the hood of his robe said so and took off his hood to show his face.



“……That is.” (Rook)



 I believe I have seen it before. I believe he is the fifth son of the Duke of Almeil, who was suddenly C-rank when he registered with the Adventurers’ Guild.


 A noble among nobles. He is probably one of the top ten or so people in this country.


 He moved his Feral Horse slowly moved forward, put his hand in the pouch on his waist, grabbed something, and threw it to the ground.


 I could tell what it was from the sound of it clattering on the ground, even from here. It was money. A bag of money. If it was all gold coins, it was more than the entrance fee to the Fifth Floor Village.



“This should do.” (Noble)



 The duke’s fifth son said nothing more and moved his horse forward.


 Seeing this, Mr. Hibos gave way and bowed lightly.



“Hmph…” (Large Man)



 A large man grimly straddles his horse and follows the duke’s, fifth son.


 And the others followed.



“Oh my, remember to be a little more gentlemanly.” (Noble)


“Master Pauly … Yes! I will be careful from now on.” (Large Man)


“Really… Killing is fine, but who do you think cleans up after you?” (Noble => Pauly)


“Yes…” (Large Man)



 The fifth son of the duke and a large man disappeared into the village while talking like that.


 While listening to that, a cold chill flowed down my back and I land on my buttocks.


 Oh my god… They’re dangerous… Is this a typical aristocrat? Or is it limited to high-ranking aristocrats?


 I’ve been involved with Dalita and Duke Schumer for so long that my senses may have become dull. After all, it’s the end of the world if you’re spotted by a noble like that…


 I got out of the grass and headed for the gate.


 Mr. Hibos picked up the bag that the duke’s fifth son, Pauly, had thrown away, untied the strings, and opened the bag.



“……Are you okay?” (Rook)


“Yeah, somehow. …He saved my life. They were wearing their hoods so deeply that I didn’t recognize them as nobles. …What kind of aristocrats are they?” (Hibos)



 While saying that, Mr. Hibos looked inside the bag.



“That seems to be the fifth son of Duke Almeil. You see, he suddenly got a C rank the other day.” (Rook)


“What! That one…?” (Hibos)



 Mr. Hibos continued and spat it out, “Damn! A troublesome guy came.”


 And hand over the bag you have in your hand.



“Take a look.” (Hibos)


“Eh?” (Rook)



 I looked into the bag in Mr. Hibos’ hand and saw that it was filled with gold coins. There must be forty or fifty coins in all.



“……that is amazing.” (Rook)


“I guess that’s a lot of money for us. However, this is just a little bit of money for them.” (Hibos)




 I had nothing to say, so I just stared into the village.



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