"Excellent...... The brilliance, the beauty of this hagganese. How's the elegance of all this smell when you're not so decorative?"
Mr. Brambersh admires you when you see Mr. Dowl's sword that you have sharpened back.
"Make sure you give it back."
"Of course it is"
"You're coming back for me."
"Don't die."
"Don't make me say it."
Derek, right? Mr. Dowl, you just dered, didn't you? Even if you do that......
No, it's an elf, and Mr. Dowl is an amazing beautiful man, so he looks a little dangerous.
"Thank you!
Mr. Brambersh, I bowed my head deeply.
You can speak up trying to get out.
"Uh, brave man, I have something to say"
"Yes."
"... I tried not to tell you this, but I knew I would. There's a curse on that sword."
"Curse......"
"If you slay an elf, the owner dies. It's a curse."
……
That's it!
When I look at Saran's face, I nod with no expression.
"That's what all Elf weapons do so that they don't harm the Elf. Don't let your enemies take you away, don't let the elves mess with each other."
"I see."
"If you harm the elves with that sword, there will be no life."
"I remember the liver. Again, I don't have that kind of temper. Both Mr. Saran and Mr. Singh will be protected with my life at stake. I would never kill you."
"Please."
So we left Dowl's workshop.
It's late.
Shut up, put up each tent, it's wild boarding house in the village square that day.
The fire is set ablaze and Saran's brief dinner is sifted away.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to Lartran Orthodox Country."
……
"You can't ask for any more."
"Please."
"... you're a friend, right?
Mr. Brambersh surprises you.
"But I have an appointment with Saran..."
"You'll protect Saran, too, won't you?
……
"I can't help it."
Saran laughs.
I thought this was gonna happen anyway.
That's what I'll say and I'll stretch.
"Metastatic magic, up to how many?
"No, I've never really tried it, but if it's about you guys,"
"Then it's settled. I'll go to bed first."
As it were, Saran went into the tent and fell asleep first.
Surround the fire, alone.
"Are you okay?
"Oh."
"Saran, it's heavy, isn't it?
"There!!
Ha-ha-ha!
Then the two of us had an operational meeting.
Mr. Brambersh said he had been to an Orthodox country for several instances on his journey.
I'm talking about when I was younger. So they can fly directly with the transfer.
"You're going to do it in the arena outside the city."
"Oh."
"Is there a tall building around?"
"Full"
"Enough to look down on the arena?
"Right, because you can see all kinds of towers, clock towers, bell poking halls from the arena."
"It's a much more expensive city..."
"It's a country of glory and hatred. I wouldn't spare any money for a place like that."
I see.
Even in the world I was in, the church and the kings held enormous power. There are fine cathedrals and castles.
Now is the time to become a World Heritage Site, but I also feel like there's nothing to brag about when you think about how much tax the common man was squeezed out and served to build an array.
"What about Mr. Brambersh?"
Call me Blanc.
"How does Mr. Blanc get into Orthodox country?
"I don't know how to get into the country. I'll be waiting for you."
"Then, to avoid danger or obstruction..."
"Right. When the time is set, you'll suddenly appear in the middle of the arena with metamagic."
Ha-ha-ha!
That's great!
It's a good idea! That's cool!
"So before we do, shall we sneak into the city pretending to be normal travellers and do some down-checking on the city"
"Yeah, I'm gonna do that, too"
"So, it's me..."
"No, I wasn't really thinking about getting you to do anything in particular,"
"I've decided to use all my cowardly hands."
"Well, yeah."
"I'm going to set a trap you'll never get away with"
"Right -"
That's what Mr. Blanc laughs at.
"I'm trying to get rid of anything that might get in my way."
"Can you do that? No... you've decided you can. I saw the dyno dragon get on its knees."
"That's a last resort. Mr. Blanc took down the dyno dragon."
Copy that.
Copy that... I knew brave men were awesome because they would take that easy.
"I'll wait from afar and cover Mr. Blanc when he's really in danger."
"Hmm, but what about that contact?"
"Here it is."
Remove the radio from the magic bag.
This is Handy's digital simplified radio. It is made by a Japanese manufacturer, but it is intended for use abroad, so I think the frequency used may be a little different from that used in Japan, but the operation method is exactly the same as the one I used in Japan.
I bought this from a magic bag, and it's a different one from the one you use to communicate with Mr. Nanotes. The one you can even buy in the outdoor store. Well, you can still communicate with an easy win of about 1-2 km.
Amateur radios just couldn't be purchased. There must be no handling at the store. Because it's different worlds, it doesn't have anything to do with the radio method and you can use it all you want, but it's a shame.
Thin and dry battery type. I can't use a rechargeable one because I don't have this world electricity. You can buy batteries, so this one is more convenient.
I use this for contact when I'm hunting with Saran, when I have to split up between my hands.
"This is handy -!" Saran is thrilled, too.
"Munchkin!?
"Now we can talk even if we're away"
A microphone in the middle of the cord hangs near your mouth when you stick an earphone in your ear. It has VOX capability, so if you catch audio, it will be sent automatically.
It's locked, so no matter where you touch it, the settings won't be messed with.
"Su... you have a great one"
I'll put it on and show it to you and ask Mr. Blanc to do the same.
The body is in the chest pocket. Switch ON.
"It's sunny today. It's sunny today. Can you hear me?"
"No, it's night, I hear it!
"Yes, it's sensitive. Then I will leave."
Get up and get away from Mr. Blanc.
It keeps moving away.
Leave until you are invisible.
Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Singh!
"Yes."
”Is it okay to be so far away?"
"Yes, I hear you."
How long will it take to get here?
"That's over 2,000 nars."
One nar is a unit of this country, almost the same one yard (91 cm) as we call it in our world. It means it reaches over 1800 m.
”Awesome...... No, Magyabe. Yeah. This. Even God can't do this!"
No, now I have a goddess who always contacts me.
"That's why Mr. Blanc is fighting in the arena, and that's why you need to communicate with me on this when you want me to help. I'll cover you."
"... ok. So, how do we cover it?"
"Well, it's a super-range sniper."
”Yes, yes, yes..."
The next morning, Mr. Blanc's transfer magic will fly you all the way to the outskirts of La Lutran Orthodox Country.
"... wow"
Saran surprises me. It is a strong fortified city surrounded by high walls.
The size is much smaller than that of the kingdom of Julia, but the main part of the walls is the Yagura, which is watched by the watchmen.
You're an atmosphere bin waiting for the brave man to come.
The whole city will look like a giant trap.
"You name the country of the first brave. The demon king is attacking us like it's okay. Looks like."
Such a big layer...... What do you worry about?
"And Saran."
I'll give you the radio. I've got three.
Now we can communicate with each other. The VOX, which now automatically becomes conversational ON, is off, and when you want to communicate, you talk while pressing the switch.
This has also been explained to Mr. Blanc. It's okay in case you slip away or get involved in a case.
I looked at the people coming and going at the main entrance for a while, and I saw the outfit and everything, and we had to dress up as citizens without being weird.
Take a lot of clothes out of your magic bag and look it up appropriately.
"Yeah, I'll make this one."
Saran chose town daughter style long skirts, cardigans and scarves.
I also normally use my work trousers, shirts, and other civilian clothes that I bought here.
Mr. Blanc is also taking his clothes out of the mysterious space and looking at them......
"... why do you only have such fancy clothes?"
It just seems like it contains flashy embroidery in primary colors like red or green or blue or white or black.
"No, 'cause I'm a brave man..."
"... I can't help it"
Yes, my cape and no... I'll give you the raccoon's hat.
"Let's get dressed in the shade over there."
We'll get dressed.
"What are you looking at cancer - -!!"
I'll spread my cape to prevent Saran from changing and stand up to Mr. Blanc!
"No, I heard the elves don't care about that."
"I care!
Saran laughs and covers her nice tits with a blouse and cardigan.
Saran-sized bra, don't you sell it to one of them...?