Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

Let the three of you, forced to wake up by healing magic, lead you to Midnight boss, Azit with Lekiem. Lekiem is a careful man who only trades back-to-back business, and he changes the location of Ajit in Slam Street every time, so it is difficult to find him without his men to guide him in this way. The sun will go down when it hits the lice. We have an important time limit of dinner, so we can't afford to spend any extra time.

"Here, sir."

The place the knife man pointed to was a cheap omboro inn that didn't seem to be very well cleaned. The old door is half-opened, making giggly noises.

"... is that true?

"Ho, it's true! Right now, the leader is based in the basement of this inn. So, sir, I'm gonna make sure, but seriously, you know the head guy, what are you gonna do?

"Come on, how'd it go?

"Oh dear......!

A little mean intent has developed into a crying situation as the three crowds clasped on their feet. However, I'm not happy that the evil man did that to me. It's just depressing.

"Master, that kind of navel-curved lie is not a good idea. Didn't I just give you enough punishment?"

"I'm sorry, I'm stuck with Xing."

Even when it comes to punishment, Hal just stunned him in an instant. There will be damage, but will I have to punish you for it?

"Oh, my sister is so sweet! Normally, I don't get to be nice to such a cute girl, so it's more heartbreaking!

"Hehe, he's an angel..."

What is candy and whip? He already seemed to recognize Hal as a completely eye-catching being, and he was calling me a sister. And I get worried that the man to hehe hasn't woken up to some other pleasure.

"Well, can someone go ahead and talk to me? Give me Derris' name and I'll think it'll come through."

"Then I will. You're good with Derris' husband, right? Okay, wait a minute."

The knife man walks into the Borough Inn with a refreshment and drops off, and now stands by to see if it is something that will let him through honestly. In the meantime, the two remaining men are treated like hostages, but they don't seem to think the same is true of the fine dust. He was diligently explaining the sights of Slam Street to Hull whether he preferred strong girls.

After a while, a large man came out of the inn dressed somewhat nicely for the slums. If carefully observed, it is a face I remember seeing somewhere. Probably a midnight executive class guy, but hey I don't like to remember people's faces and I don't recall being clear. The man silenced the newcomers with a glance, and then invited me and Hal into the inn.

When I go into the Borough Inn, the contents also become as worn out as most people expect. I just placed a thin dirty round plate on top of a large barrel in a liquor-like space, the waitress's daughter didn't exist, and there was just an old grandfather on the counter. Is it not breathable or the air is dusty.

"This way."

Without even looking at such a grandfather, the man goes to the back once and without authorization. The destination was a room marked as off-limits to all parties involved. Neither does Grandpa seem to pay particular attention. Are you doing something you didn't see, or is your grandfather a related party? We didn't have to hesitate, but we followed him to the back of the city, the deepest part of it.

He dives through the hidden doors that were under the carpet, and this is again walked through the subterranean passageway with thin light, continuing down the same path as the glue. I guess they're trying to hide the underground structure by deliberately going a hard way around, not the shortest distance. Sure, it felt similar before.

It seems Hal is very bad at these artificial mazes. There's black smoke hanging out of my head trying desperately to learn the way. I'm fine with similar mountain paths and woods. Looks like a natural Hull.

"Please, come in"

"Aye."

"Thank you very much"

We got to the last door after walking for about five minutes with plenty of time. Hal, who deliberately bows his head and gives thanks to a man with a cold attitude. This neighborhood is about Japanese temperament, or something that I've lived and familiarized with for many years and have stained the colors of this world, and I don't have any more.

"Hey, Lekiem. How are you?"

"You sure were fine until you got here, Derris."

A spacious, distinctly maintained room unlike before, even though it's underground. The skinhead who sat on the desk in the back of its center and replied staggeringly is Lekiem, our seeker. He is a nice guy who tattoos his back to its glorious head on the contrary and still releases a sense of intimidation all the time. By the way, I'm close to my age, and I've always wanted to be a friend because of some convenience, but I'm also a shy guy who doesn't like me for some reason.

"What is that child? I'm not here to sell, am I?

"... Oh, no, I see. Is that so? What doesn't stick with that captain is that kind of personal hobby--"

Lekiem, who did the trick of thinking while looking at Hal, convinced himself.

"That's what I'm talking about. I'm sorry, but I've done that (crap) a bunch of times already, so I'm going through it. This is my apprentice, my apprentice."

"Yeah, well, that's what I'm gonna do. Either way, I'm not interested in you. It's just a disquiet thing to look at each other like this, a minimal adult manners. I can't go out with you anymore. I'm still busy with this..."

"- If you don't do me a favor, Nell's coming this time, right?

"Huh!?

The look on Lekiem's face, which was clear, is bickly stiff. He slowly turned his gaze back on me as he giggled his body's savings like an oily machine.

"... let me ask you something. Friends."

For those in Slam Street, the word 'Nell' is a useful magic word to be friends with such a strong boss. This is triggered by the incident that Nell once had in Slam Street, but that's another story. Well, as far as this reaction goes, you can largely imagine. Yeah, I think you're pretty much right.

"In the last few days, haven't five young men come to Slam Street? He's about the same age as this kid."

"Five. Hey... Tadds, you hear anything?

Lekiem asked the big man who led us. The big man named Tadds reassembled his arms and raised his low roar short to say this.

"... three days ago, a girl of courage came through. It's not definitive yet, but it looks like a newcomer in" Grey Rope "brought him here for a souvenir. I remember they were more than one person."

"That's right. Is that enough for you?

"It's not enough yet. Where is that girl now?

"I'm unconscious, and so far I'm protecting you. Perhaps that's also the tip of the iceberg. I was wondering if there were any more. I have a predictable star…"

Whoa, Mr. Tadds, you're surprisingly competent. I got the information I wanted at the top.

"Is it okay to keep that protective daughter, and the eye star?

"Hmm... when I first regained consciousness, I was just going to listen to you and then I was going to leave you. Kidnapping is completely out of line. Whatever you want. But don't do anything that's not convenient for us, okay?

"I know. I'm not gonna make friends."

"Well said...... well, the actions of the gray rope guys here these days go beyond degrees. If we're going to keep playing with fire, we might need to be tough."

"Right. If a hero like that turns up conveniently, we won't be able to say anything."

"Oh, I'm going to forgive you some rough stuff, too. Fuck you."

If you can keep the gray rope down on Lekiem's behalf, it's okay to have some problems in Slam Street... Well, I've got permission from Midnight, and suppose I'll be there soon.