I was almost afraid we would have to work extra once we landed, but thankfully, I handled things before things escalated.
'Asa and Lucy have way too much energy...' I cracked my back as I entered my well-made tent.
After spending the entire day on a dragon's back, how could they still have enough energy to think of patrol? Granted, I ensured the ride was comfortable. Still, they were too lively!
'It kind of makes feel bad.' I jumped on my bed and enjoyed its fluffy embrace.
Honestly, my body ached so much. Not only was the ride longer than I wanted it to be, but I was in an awkward position throughout. Besides, Asa and Lucy also decided to rest on .
There was a limit to a man's body, you know?
'It would have been no problem for if I was still high-leveled, but... ah, this sucks.' I could only murmur while hugging my dear pillow and sniffing the flowery scent of my bed.
Having a warm shelter around to call my space, as well as a nice bed for rest, were the only things that gave comfort.
"Haa... really."
INVENTORY had to be one of the most amazing features of the System. I didn't have to sleep on the ground like a savage, thanks to the tent and bed I already kept within my special storage space.
It was a sha I couldn't store living things and intangible stuff there, but this was good enough.
"Having a Subspace ability like that Jeremy guy from this other novel I read would be nice... what was the na again? Rise Of The Hoarder?"
I still had to make do with what I had, though, and I was really doing a good job—at least in my opinion.
There were three tents erected at the place we camped. One was mine, the second belonged to the demons, and the last belonged to the two girls. I ensured everyone with had their warm mattresses to sleep on, so they had to be comfortable.
"Now, then, let's go over the plan and then rest for tomorrow."
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[THE ELF SANCTUARY]
"Chief, I bring news." A noble-looking Elf knelt before a large desk.
Behind the desk was the Elf he referred to as 'Chief', but this Elf knew better than to lift his gaze to look at him. Not only was the Chief his superior, but he was not ant to be looked at—at least, that was the rule.
Instead, the nicely dressed Elf stared at the squeaky clean ground. It was luxuriously tiled with wood, and the quality was of exquisite taste. The noble Elf knew this could only have been achieved through the sweat of all the Elf laborers, but he dared not voice those thoughts.
"What is the matter, Dustinel?" A voice finally erged from behind the large and also luxurious mahogany desk.
The voice sounded bloated, for so reason—almost as if the person who spoke was too stuffed to speak properly. Sounds of munching and lip-smacking could be heard, but the Elf known as Dustinel kept his gaze down.
His legs were already beginning to ache, and his back sought relief, but he endured. For an Elf in his youth, his body was so out of shape. Dustinel sighed internally, as he knew the reason behind this.
"Sectors A-05, A-06, A-07, and A-09 were unable to et the allotted quota for yesterday. The records of the previous days also show that they barely t the standard and had to work overti to keep up."
A disgruntled sound could be heard from behind the table as Dustinel spoke, and the Elf knew what would happen once he was done with the report.
>BAM!
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