Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

The mercenaries led us to a mansion on the outskirts of Lims.

Unlike the flashy city centre, it has a calm atmosphere, with magical lights that ensure sight but not many people.

Whether it's a luxury residential neighborhood or surrounded by several mansions of similar size, each with uniformly equipped guards.

Casino King. He must be buying grudges too. I'm sure you're trying not to know which mansion is Puttle's at first glance. It is likely to have some effect in stopping impulsive offenses.

A fairly high level gatekeeper guarded the gate, and instead of the mercenaries, the butler in black was guided.

He's a magnificent man with some disrespectful atmosphere. Each and every one of them is sophisticated, but there are no more gaps. Perhaps you also have experience in combat. Levels should be pretty high, too.

Walk through the mansion. There were countless other signs of a high level within the premises. Some of them have no less power than the punitive man who has tried to shake my hand and shake things.

There must be a very small number of high levels above 50 in the whole of mankind, but they are everywhere.

Confirm your disrespect. Hanged paintings, decorated with decorated armor. Carpet laid.

The structure of this mansion bears the raid in mind. Both the personnel placed and the tingling air show it.

I also smelled like a dog for security. It's like a dog used by a mercenary with a level up and special training. Animals are often used to quickly strengthen their fighting power because it is difficult to strengthen them by presence, even if they have higher basic performance and lower levels than humans.

Usually the trap should be stretched too, but apparently it's been disarmed now.

"Did you cut the trap..."

"... Oh, that's - inviting the priest. Of course."

The butler says in an out-of-heart voice. You raccoon... don't even think about it.

I'm still glad I hit you. There's no way a trap like the one used in normal security leads to level 90 over, but fewer obstacles are better.

I've come to kill each other.

"... make a joke. There is no such will in Puttle"

"Excuse me. It's a calm persuasion. It's a kill. Negotiating is like killing each other, right? Especially for you."

…………

Deacon shuts up. I've learned how to fail.

............... No, you threatened me too much. Apparently, they weren't the kind of people who would beat me to the point of beating me.

I do not intend to choose the means to achieve my aim, but there is also a limit to it.

Guided to the reception room. It's a simple arrangement for a casino king or something like that to be called by a big name. I guess it's not just the look of things that are really good.

Holy Silver (Mithril) tea set carried. Carefully carry the tea served into your mouth.

You're a nasty opponent. Measures were taken.

Holy Silver (Mithril) retreats from darkness. It's impossible to make tea sets with precious metals, but anyway, holy silver has a strong nature to repel and cleanse poisons.

This is a declaration from the Puttle side that they have not poisoned the tea.

And that is also a measure to avoid my argument that I would have poisoned you. I've lost one reason to be beaten up.

It takes a lot of justice to beat him. You can make it up, but Puttle's power can't be fooled. It is the last resort to beat him up and make him all aye.

Puttle came in for a few minutes to wait.

Rims' ruler was a skinny man. Looks like a gentle look on a grey suit similar to the escorts around. But only the light shining behind its eyes is swordswallowing, and I get the impression of not being alarmed.

I'm just a little closer to violence than a merchant. Such an impression.

Definitely real. I can't let the Shadow Man have the kind of air that dives through this training ground several times.

As Puttle went inside, he gave instructions to the escorts that would continue.

"I don't need an escort. Be rude to your guests and wait outside."

"But............... ok"

The escorts point their gaze at us like they're going to shoot each other for a moment and go outside the room.

Smart imitation... don't you want to give me a reason to hit you that far?

Piotr Delholm. Casino king. The level perceived from being is over fifty, but its standing is free of those accustomed to combat, the idiosyncrasies.

Probably used the money to level up. If you increase the level, the poison will no longer work and you will be less likely to suffer injuries.

You're a troublesome person. Beating the average person is heartbreaking.

Stand up and give me your hand.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Ares Crown. I wonder if you've heard from Priest Theo, but this time I've got a favor to ask. The survival of mankind is at stake. I'd be glad if you could help."

"This... be polite. First of all, I'm sorry about my men. A little rough guys...... Lord Crown. My name is Puttle Delholm. I run several casinos in this rim. I am cordial with the Church, I wish I could get along with you... I hope."

When Puttle smiled, you knew I'd squeezed the mercenary's hand, but you didn't hesitate to hold it.

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Simply thinking about it is the trick to facilitating the work.

You don't have to think about the other person's power or the trouble ahead if you stimulate them poorly. If you're going to be fired, that's the time.

First of all, do everything in your power to achieve the goals in front of you. A heretic exterminator is an executive force, it's not a job to take responsibility. If you take the time, people die.

The only thing I take responsibility for is what Sanya, Rabbi, Amelia and my men did at best (Stay is your father, so you'll take responsibility. Maybe).

Lie down for a reason and tell me what you've been up to. Puttle's position would have made him realize my heretic exterminator.

When he heard the conversation, Puttle nodded most of the time and just got to the point without saying anything extra.

"Of course, I'm willing to cooperate with this one. But as a matter of fact - it's hard to give you the 'armor of aggregated metal (thumbmetal)'. That's the eyeball of my casino. Many times before, well-known mercenaries and aristocrats have interviewed for the purchase, but have refused to do all of it. Actually, the problem - don't you think there's anything cooler than exchanging casino eyeballs with money?

"Oh, don't think"

"There are two types of coins in my casino - for play and for reimbursement - to prevent such purchases. It's laborious, but it's worth it. Fairness. Casinos must be fair. Don't you think?

"Oh, you're absolutely right"

".................. I'm so glad you understand. Lord Crown."

Fairness, huh? Which mouth is listening?

"Armor of Aggregated Metal (Thumb Metal)" lined up as eyeballs long after the casino opened.

Armor with many legends is worth more than a thousand gold at a time when this battle against the Demon King will go a long way towards intensification. Merchants as well as mercenaries and nobles would be after them.

If it's fair, it's not strange to be in someone's hands long ago. Replacements have occurred on several other occasions for expensive weapons that were lined up as commodities. The fact that only eyeballs remain means that there is some obstruction.

When I took a bite, including tea, I narrowed my eyes and glanced at Puttle.

"So bend the point, I'm telling you. Lord Puttle, that armor belongs to you, so it doesn't matter what reason is. Didn't I?"

"... I have a policy too"

"Oh, I guess so"

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Puttle, who kept talking fluently, shuts up.

You're overmeasuring. The heretic exterminator is notorious for something. Most of it is because of the extermination (Mad Eater), but the other person is a merchant. You should want to avoid hostility with the Holy Church of AZ GREED.

No matter how proud you were in this city, the church is of a different size.

Puttle kept his mouth shut for a while, but he raised his hands just to say goodbye.

"It's an irreplaceable substitute for money. But... right. Whatever the merchant or nobleman, if the church needs that much... depending on the conditions, you can strike your hand"

The "Armor of Aggregated Metals" is certainly ideal as a customer. But on the contrary, the armor that Saint Brave (Holly Brave) deserves to be equipped with is also a guest 'only' for Puttle.

Puttle took a big breath and looked me straight in the eye and said:

"Lord Crown. Rumors have been heard of heretical exterminators (Crusaders), slaughtering all antagonists of humanity. If you can help me, I'll be ready to give you that armor."

"No."

"... sorry. Am I mishearing you? It sounded like you said you couldn't do it now."

"No. I'm busy. I can't help you."

I took the time to pick up my armor quickly, but I fell for it. I don't know when Saint Brave, Fujido will make an unexpected move, nor when the gesture of Demon King Klanos will move again.

I put the St. Silver teacup on the table and told the stunned Puttle.

"Donation. Puttle, donate. I'm asking for a donation."

"What... because!?

"If I sold it for gold, it might be a problem, but if I were to donate it to the church, the wind from the customers would also be weak. The reputation of the casino also grows. Puttle, it's a donation. All right? Donate, do it. We need that armor to fight the forces of darkness. I'll arrange a thank-you note."

= = = = Contact from the author = = = =

On May 23, three volumes of the cartoon version of The Demon King Crusade to Help Everyone from the Shadows will be released.

Originally a two-part start, the comedy is stronger with the appearance of delightful companions who said Gregorio or Spica.

Especially the adorable spica is a must because there was little illustration that it was the original version!

Tempo has also improved considerably as it has become a comic strip, so be sure to thank you there!