Black Summoner

It was more than thirty years ago now that the Adventurer Guildpards Branch, the former Guild Chief Rio, became the apostle of God. If you try now, there is only ambiguity in Rio's memory as to why he became an apostle or something.

At his age, he was over twenty years old (Ha 'a) and Rio's party, which had achieved excellence in adventurer operations, was beginning to become quite famous in the Eastern Continent. At this young age, he was promoted to a C-level adventurer, and since then, he has been able to say that he deserves to build steady trust from all around him.

The face of the party was one of origin, age seemed fragmented and seemingly inconsistent, but the fruit of it, an ideal fellow adventurer who could trust each other, would say so if he knew them. It was so bonded. Moodmakers who are somewhere out but always boil around, starting with experienced epic leaders in the mercenary ascent of the war, are also feminine to the wizard habit. The bowmen decorating the red dots of the party were popular with the mild beauty, and the calculated and ruthless swordsmen of glasses were unfathomable, but in fact they were seen around as child-loving and heart-warming. Everyone had different colors, so much familiar flavor.

"Well, when this job is done, where are we going next?

"We don't have a base for this. We're just going to have a party like a random breeze, right?

"So where was who lost in the dungeon a few days ago? After that, I had a hard time finding you, so please reflect."

"Oh, well. It's tough in Rio."

"The mist is just sweet. That's why he stays sloppy!

"Li, Rio, you worry so much about me...! But I'm sorry, I don't feel that way. Normally, Mist would be happier to worry about you."

"Hey, no......! Who are you? Huh!

"Hahaha! Rio has a bright red face."

They were always busy. Although we sometimes say we dislike each other, that's a reversal of affection - I would have strongly denied Rio at the time, but, well, it was actually similar.

"Yes ~ yes. I want to go to Pars."

"Are you talking about Pears? Sure, I haven't been there yet, but I hear there are a lot of low levels of monsters over there and a lot of easy requests to handle in the Alliance."

"Hmm, you can't wipe a little more now. If you don't ask for a C-plus, you could be wasting your legs.

"Sometimes it's not good to have a journey like that. Besides, I wanted to go to Pars once. A place where the four powers tied together to make no more mistakes and were built as a symbol of peace! Isn't that something nice?

"Oh, Mist doesn't say good things. There are about two people at my party who don't look good with words like that. Leaders are strong, Rio is rare."

"Damn, that's an extra favor."

"Yeah, you're right. Besides, it's better than you with a peachy head all year round."

"Also, fight again..."

Then, after doing the request, they made their way to Pars and arrived safely. Rather than that, the more strange it seems if we don't get there safely, as rumors have it, the land of Pars was peace itself. The monsters that emerge are poor, and it is very rare for requests above grade C. If you're just looking at it on the job side, it might have been a little too much teething for them to be burly and clean up their requests even after they became C-class adventurers.

"To be honest, you can say it's no use staying in Pars like this. We are unable to complete the request for promotion and recommend moving to another country as soon as possible."

"Well, Rio is really the reason. Tighten up when you tighten up, loosen up when you loosen up, or you'll lose your life?

"Oh, Mist told me. Rio, your glasses look like holes."

"What do you mean...... well, even I'm going to understand it in my head. But for further heights, you must work harder now!

"Everybody, keep it around. Well, you know what I'm saying? Between them, I've been working at Pars for a few more days. In the meantime, decide on your next destination. So what do you say?

"No objection!

"Not at all, I'm doing well..."

There was a reason Rio didn't want to make a request that wasn't commensurate with their strengths. Rio and the others have an excellent party. Excellent, but Rio recognizes that he still lacks the strength to advance to the world above C - B, A, and S, the most advanced class. The biggest cause of adventurers hitting walls around here is the difference in growth in status and skill points. Rio and the others are brilliant, but they are never talented enough to be called geniuses. That's why we have to work harder than others. That's why I settled into those ideas.

"It's good they just laughed that I can't. My aim is only to be an S-class adventurer. Don't forget that, okay?

"Yeah, I'm not laughing"

"Right."

"At least we are."

The day after that, Rio's party will be pushed into distress as they head to the monster crusade request received at the Adventurer's Alliance. The B-class dungeon [Dark Purple Forest] boasts the highest difficulty in Pars territory. The alarm created by the impression that the Pards dungeon would be fine, no matter how difficult it was, plunged them into crisis.

Simulated on dead trees, Elder Trent is indistinguishable from the forest trees, and the Doc Bee that attacks those who invade the territory in a group, Bloodmash, who sprinkles spores all around him, possesses a powerful fierce poison. Rio and the others returned near the entrance to the dungeon with life and spiciness, while seriously injured by the poison. If I ran into a bunch of monsters again, it wasn't a strange situation for anyone to die.

"Sorry, it was my mistake to give the go sign"

"That's not true, Leader! Because I put forward a crusade for this dungeon...!

"We both move our legs more than our mouths now! Because whoever dies won't forgive me. Hey!

"Whoa, this guy's got a reason not to die -"

The wizard's words, which tried to throw up the usual disturbing (stirring) dialogue, were suddenly interrupted. Being in the rear guard position, he was running in the back row, so everyone looked back at what was going on. But the next thing I heard was the entrance side, which was the direction of travel, and his appearance didn't hit him anywhere behind it.

"What about him?

"Oh, that! He's falling forward!

If you made a noise, the clog put your gaze back on the entrance to the dungeon, the wizard was down. You're unconscious, or you're not breathing anymore, there's no sign of movement.

"Why are you here? Wasn't he supposed to be running behind us?

"Rio, misto! That's what's causing it! Yabe......!

"" Huh?

Turning back again to the voice of the leader, there was an incredibly sized tree there. With an ominous groan, he is moving countless roots down to the ground to come this way.

"Gugebaba gobbaga"

"Boss, boss monster!? Why are you near such an entrance?

"You must be nasty that he blew me off from behind. Damn, I'm not twisted today."

Dark Purple Forest Boss Monster, Evil Xian Old Tree. Even the regular monsters are reckless opponents to challenge at this struggling party. Rio, the fastest spinning head among his companions, instantly thought of the word retreat. And calculate the probability of who and how can survive.

"... Ladies and gentlemen, I will be your lord. Take charge of him, go ahead!