Demon Lord, Retry!

- Prison Labyrinth Ghost Spring Point

A large number of adventurers were hunting sandballs like crazy.

Where it boils, countless sandballs and demons called ravens continue to push.

The adventurers hunt them, put them in bags and boxes, and the porters go back and forth busily.

The raven has some demand in its mouth, but the best demand is for its feathers. Blue glowing feathers look good, are often used for arrows, and are also used as garment and armor decorations.

By the way, one to 12 wings can be picked, but they are roughly a set with a value of one large copper coin. If it hurts or is badly damaged, naturally, the value drops.

It is a fuss of dismantling and feathering on the spot where it was hunted.

People push one after the other from behind, and the whole labyrinth is surrounded by hustle and bustle.

Calling these - "festivals” was also a nod story.

Micah mingles with them too, waving a dagger for fun. From her ranks, she's a totally unprofitable prey, but I guess a ghost springing for adventurers is still a heart-pounding thing.

"... there used to be a time when I managed to live thanks to a ghost gush"

"Is it like an extraordinary bonus?"

The Demon King muttered so, but it must have been something more truthful if he had tried being an adventurer. Because a lot of people don't know if they can pay for today's inn or if they can eat tomorrow.

Besides, it is the end of a roll if it is also a major injury. When you can make money, it will be very common for you to want to make a little money and store it.

But it was something else that came to the mind of the Demon King when he saw so many people making a scene.

"Don't remind me -"

"... Uncle?

"No, what. A little while back."

Seeing the noise with a distant eye, like the Demon King misses something.

What comes to his mind are various occasions at GAME. When it was crowded and I couldn't even register for Locke, when someone hit me at the casino and made a fuss, during a special event fight, during a generation of festivals pushing me to Midnight Castle.

They are all burned to the retina in a sepia color.

I don't get any more colors.

"This festival is theirs. Let outsiders like me get in the way."

When the Demon King turns his back, a loud noise sounds from behind. It was a giant golem, made of mossy metal.

"Yabe! They even came out brisket!

"Somebody stop the movement magically!

"Ain't nobody bringing a trap!?

The golem movement, called brisket, is dull. But no matter how much the rookies slash, they don't freak out, and vice versa, the sword breaks and they bend down to the hammer.

Three adventurers were blown away when Brisket's arm was paid to power.

"... Uncle, that's a heavy load for Rookie"

"Hmm -"

Yukikaze sees the Demon King with his eyes expecting something.

Micah also tried to run over to the brisket with the great sword in his hand, but earlier than that, a "red line” ran.

It is the fire of Sodom thrown by the Demon King.

Moment after moment, Brisket's head blew up like a toy.

The brisket stood for a while, not knowing what had happened, but eventually sank to the ground with a loud collapse noise.

The men and women of the adventurers who were gathered at the festival look back towards the Demon King at the same time.

"Excuse me - continue enjoying the festival."

"... even"

The demon king turned his back and left, and Yukikaze waved his wand adorably and followed the scene. The adventurers were stunned for a while, but the noise grew louder over time.

Yes, the ghost boiling isn't over yet.

"So, who? What's that?

"What did you throw...?

"You're not bluffing! Don't forget your dinner bill is rolling today!

"Whose brisket metal belongs to?!

"There's no one in person, so it's too soon to win!

"Strip the metal from the brisket, rather than sand!

"Awesome dandy guy...... who is that guy!?

"That woman next to you is your lover?

"Not a mistress?

"Damn... your face! I knew it had to be cute!

Micah screams as the adventurers make a scene.

"Don't leave me in the natural!

I didn't have to struggle if I left the labyrinth like this, but it is Micah there. Is it a style that carries the hardships on itself, or what?

Micah followed the two, and the adventurers became busy for the first time in a long time.

SP Residual - 41 P

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- Rabbi's Village Onsen Inn

"Madam, what the hell is this Oriental famous painting...!

Beautiful bunnies dressed in hot spring inn moors, sounding wind chimes, polished floors to the point of appearing, and fancy costumes.

The 30 sorted wives were breathing in all of it.

No matter where you look in this country or anywhere in the world, there's no such thing as a facility.

"Hey, ma'am. Is this the door called" ""? "

"D, what's a door... this stuff, if I had touched it every time I walked into a room...!

"- It's the beauty of painting mud."

Moaning back to his wives, Madame returns a confident smile.

Madam had already learned all about the inn's facilities and had been carefully briefed by Tahara. Not only are you holding a ticket to this facility, but you are also a pioneer in your knowledge.

power as a sorter and all-powerful wisdom in this institution.

It was only natural for the original charisma to rise further. Madam takes the inexorable line and proceeds to the hot springs.

There will be further astonishment awaiting.

And as much as I felt "physically” about it - I can't leave this institution anymore.

No, I can't run anymore.

(That madam is a big deal, too, Na ~)

Tahara, lurking in a corner of the hallway, unravels his concealment and reveals himself.

Each and every one of those 30 men is the master of the power of the house and the haunted daughter-in-law. It is not a great deal to be told from them as leaders and charismas of the group.

It would be just like a female jewel or an empress.

(Damn, but hey, “why” might roll over ~)

Light the cigarette as Tahara scratches her head. As a matter of fact, the price of a night at this hot spring inn is never high.

This is because the Demon King said, "One gold coin would be fine." Assuming you consider an overnight stay to be 100,000, it can be a high amount, but it would be cheap given the effects of this facility.

But we don't have to do this for a fee.

If you think about the Demon King's “reputation," it's better to keep the appearance unchanged from the price of luxury lodging in other cities.

Then, naturally, there is no "mouthpiece” on the table when it comes to where to collect it from.

Goods and money, which will gather naturally beneath Madam. These are already wrapped up in the village of Rabbi and the idea of halving them on Madame's side.

There is no need to crash at all.

Madam initially said she didn't need a single piece of copper coin, such as gold, if she could let me live here, but the Demon King snorted because he insisted that "a deal must be something that both sides can get."

And Tahara remembers.

I will reign over him, my only being - a meeting with the "Secretary."

"Look, Tahara. Retrieved“ local items "go to Manden in the city of Yahoo, sell them for less than the market price, and interact deeply with that merchant. Now it is more urgent than unspecified to create one who can be trusted. Connect with us and you'll make money."

"I don't think it would be of great use to us to have art from this world. So, you're asking me to buy“ this one ”for the money I made?

"Naturally, don't be. Business is not only about your interests, but it's about making them make more money than you sometimes do."

"Especially. What about the money in it?"

"Turn it all to the development and expansion of the village of Rabbi, because 110 large gold coins will soon be enough. After that, don't spare any money on your dwellings, clothes and salaries, not just the food for the bunnies? Turn this place into a golden village.

"... does that also earn the“ reputation ”of the Secretary?

Well, that's not all.

At the meeting before going north, the conversation between the two ended there. The last words of the Demon King were reminiscent, but I have not thought of anything else.

If an employee bunny's house or clothes are worn out, he just doesn't think it's going to be a business. But from Tahara, there's another idea.

(Do you want to turn such a cold village into a golden village in an instant? Then you will exaggerate your strength, your arms, and your surroundings. Naturally, the villages around you will be jealous of sawdust. So, we're going to go, "What's our lord doing?")

Just take heavy taxes and do nothing.

It's a gray life.

So, if you look to the side - there's gold down in the cold village until yesterday.

There would be no such ridiculous story.

(Come on, we don't use force. Isn't it “invasion” itself? It also tastes like sugar on the surface and decorates well)

Behind Tahara's brain, one word comes to mind.

What the hell was that you were giving me?

Even with his head, there was no answer inside.

- I'm thinking of going the opposite way to the Great Empire.

"I see. But, well, I'm not talking evil."

If the Great Empire were to come, naturally it would be subjugation by force.

There must be millions of blood flowing there.

But this “invasion” is slightly different in colour.

Instead, from the other side, "Be sure to invade our village too!" and it's the kind of aggression that keeps your head down.

"Ha ha! You're still a scary man, sir. Kuwabara, Kuwabara"

Tahara rubs the tobacco out of her mobile ashtray and goes outside the inn.

Well, there's still a lot of work he needs to do.