"I never expected this to be such a peaceful world."
In the Third Lostbelt, after the submarine surfaced, the group disembarked and breathed in the air outside, unable to help feeling somewhat moved. The previous two Lostbelts had both been frozen wastelands, so they had made extensive preparations for what this one might be like. They had never expected it to be so normal.
"Judging from the concentration of magical energy in the air, this should be an ancient era." After testing the magical energy in the atmosphere, the group quickly made some preliminary deductions about this Lostbelt.
"I think this isn't the time to worry about that. Our current location isn't exactly ideal." Shen Fei immediately spoke as he looked at the surroundings and the villagers approaching from afar.
"Indeed." Sherlock Holmes nodded lightly.
"Da Vinci, it looks like we appeared in the middle of a field."
At that moment, Ritsuka and the others noticed the villagers as well. Seeing the anger on their faces and where they themselves were standing, they immediately understood why the villagers were furious. The submarine had surfaced in the middle of a field, flattening the crops all around it.
"Who are you people? What are you doing in our fields? Are you outsiders? Hurry and call the Pavilion Guard!" As the villagers drew closer and saw the submarine and Chaldea's group, they were greatly startled. They immediately began backing away, calling for the Pavilion Guard. Before long, they escorted over a burly young man carrying a wooden staff.
"Pavilion Guard, it's them! They're dressed in strange clothes, and they ruined the wheat!"
"Mash, Ritsuka, hurry and explain things to them. Whatever you do, don't let Holmes go over there." Muniel hurriedly said.
"What is wrong with my explanation?" Sherlock Holmes looked at Muniel