Chapter 50

Simple toilet or not, if I temporarily travel with teams of hunters and do business, it seems like I’ll be able to make significant profits. Manpower is needed to carry my vending machine body, so it would probably also lower the possibility of harm coming to Lammis. But if I’m thinking about safety, then it would be best to belong to a group of talented hunters like this Menagerie of Fools… Hmm. Worrying over it won’t do me any good; Lammis is the one to decide that. I can’t give her a single word of advice, but I’ll be watching closely during this expedition to see exactly what kind of team they are. My heartfelt resolution on the subject is all well and good, but there’s nothing in particular to do at the moment. We began proceeding again after our break, but the occasional appearances of frog people and a smaller—well, adult-size—double serpent met with a volley of arrows and water magic from afar. Apart from that, a throwing knife occasionally launches off the top of the cart’s covering, where the captain is napping, sending a monster falling flat on its back, the knife hilt sticking out of its head like a horn. They’re something else. I see why the younger hunters aspire to be like them. I got to see how they fight during the king-frog-fiend affair, but observing them in a relaxed situation makes me want to sigh in admiration. The enemies never get close, so for now, the twins and Lammis have no chance to battle. “Boxxo, do you think I should do something, too?” asks Lammis. “Should I throw rocks or something?” Projectile weapons? She’s generally clumsy, but it could work with that excessive Might of hers. Do I have anything suitable for her to throw? If I got her to wrap me in chains and fling me around, I’d expect some significant attack power, but Lammis would never do that. Hmm—a throwing weapon. What about those nostalgic cans of soda from last time? Those have enough weight and hardness to them, so they should be strong. They fit your hand, too, so they must be easy to throw. I’ve got nothing to lose by testing it. I stock the soda cans and drop one. She’s carrying me facing forward right now, so despite the awkward pose, she can locate my compartment by reaching around. As she walks, she manages to pull it out. “Hmm? This is the bubbly juice, right? Wait, there’s something different inside this one. It’s hard.” “Maybe he’s telling you to throw it,” pipes in Hulemy, her head poking out of the cart. It seems to click, and Lammis pounds her palm with a fist, nodding in understanding. Perfect timing, too—a frog human appeared in front of us, so she takes the can of juice in her hand, swings it around, and hurls it. The can flies in a completely different direction, disappearing into some weeds. The frog person looks at her with a dubious shrug. “Ugh, how frustrating!” Her Might must still be too much for it. She can throw things, but as for her precision—well, I’m sure you can guess. She might as well throw me instead. I get the feeling that would be more accurate. Anyway, after that, the frog person quite quickly finds the crown of its head pierced with an arrow and falls over. It doesn’t look like Lammis will get a turn for a while.