A Mid-level (Middle-aged) Office Worker’s Laid-Back Industrial Revolution in Another World

Takeo and the others were in a guest room in the arena.

I received a letter of introduction at the Slave Traders' Union, so I am gently sweet and entering a private room.

At the heart of the arena, a full-plate man, now thought to be a gladiator with a demon of exactly lion-like appearance, was fighting.

The arena also seems to be betting, cheering and cursing.

The platoon faces are seriously watching the situation.

"... mmm... now what do you say?

Pattin.

"Ahhh... ahh.

Pattin.

"Do you want to hit there...

Mm... "

Takeo doesn't see gladiator fights, he plays chess with Biella sitting next to him.

"Director, don't you see?

Andersen asks.

"... I'm too vivid to live and die, and I feel bad watching.

Takeo says as he looks at the plate.

"Well... yes.

I think that would be a good reference for a fight against demons, wouldn't it?

"Maybe so.

You remembered and watched the last time I fought against the demons, but you don't think I'm going to take this long to do it one-on-one (...), do you?

So this game, if it comes from me, will not be a reference on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, I think we need flashes on the spot and quick action to get our lives.

... to me, this battle just seems to be going according to some scenario.

Takeo says as he looks on the board.

"Immediate response, imminent annihilation, like the director, won't do as a show, will it?

Meyer says in a sigh mix.

"My mind understands that 'I can attract customers as entertainment' to show exchanges of life as putting my personal emotions elsewhere.

In fact, this is how the arena flourishes, so I guess my perception isn't wrong either... but I just don't care if I know it.

"I think that emotion is right.

Oh, you seem to be done.

Hear the cheers around you and Meyer glances at the arena.

Looks like a safe gladiator won.

"You've started preparing for the next one.

Do you have a shield?

Oh, next is the one the director wanted to see.

Blair groans as she looks at the brochure.

"You're an Auga vs. an Elf family...

What did the synopsis say?

"Erm..." Rebel family. Five Elves flipped an anti-flag against a slave contractor. He wins and fights the declaration that if he wins 15 fights in the arena, he will be released. Currently wins 12 in a row. '.

Read Blair's overview description of each gladiator in the brochure.

"... what did the contractor do?

"I don't know.

I guess it's too much.

"Hmm? I'm writing small, but it sounds like the contractor is running backwards.

There is a name Follett spoke of.

"Huh? Did you have it?

"Here it is. Look for a description of this mark, and look over here... here.

"Wow... you don't know this.

Beinon and Arlis are talking to each other as they look at receiving the brochure Blair was watching.

"Director, what do you think?

Alston will listen.

"Hmm? It's an arena, so it's no surprise the backyard is partitioned.

There's also a bet on that.

It must be Zubuzub.

And you may have flipped an anti-flag or something as a publicity complaint.

I don't know how it works, but mostly if people are coming together and making bets, it seems pretty fruitful to investors.

"Is it?

Five elves seem pretty expensive... "

Alston thinks.

"On the contrary, you mean that it operates better than the purchase cost of 5 people.

And 12 wins in a row.

It does seem quite fruitful if you bet every time.

Andersen says as he thinks.

"And there are two orgs against five elves who are winning 12... mmm..."

Meyer roars.

"As one or two of these people... up to five of them would be instant kills."

Takeo nods and says.

"The boulder killed me instantly..."

"Either way, two for five will remain quite strong..."

Takeo, who was looking at the arena and talking, is surprised to find something and stops talking.

Other faces are surprised to see the same thing as Takeo.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for waiting!

Currently winning 12 in a row! The rebel Elves are here!

When an announcement is made inside the arena, a loud cheer occurs.

"Isolated, helpless! A family without a healer!

How's your health in a streak of days?!?

It's the arrival flashback orgasm!

Come on! What happens! It begins! "

Reacting to that word, both the Auga and the Elves move out.

"... the elves are two men in the avant-garde. Two women with bows in the rear guard and one sitting... but.

"Would a young man have some kind of malfunction in one arm, and that move doesn't seem to move him satisfactorily?

You have a broken leg for the younger one with the bow. The other one would be... both legs and one arm.

Explain the situation while Blair and Beynon make a difficult face.

"... do you mean there are restrictions on recovery due to the rules of the arena or something?

This is bad, isn't it?

Meyer groans facelessly.

"... Did you say isolated and helpless in your earlier explanation?

I guess there's a reason, but I didn't know you wouldn't let the fighters be full. That's a terrible place to fight.

Takeo said emotionally, narrowing his eyes and staring at the game.