In order to rebuild the Coolcats country, a decision was taken to set up a trade brokerage chamber that would secure financial resources from outside the country, and a sailor training project was set in motion for it, approximately a month.
The communication device I gave to Gilk headed for the Kingdom of Lykeberg contacted my handlers. That's also with fart ringtones used only in emergencies.
Incidentally, what sounds like farts is arctic communication tool developer information when it comes to plausible measures that use the psychology of those who want to turn off the sound as soon as possible.
I quickly grabbed the communication tool that was accessible to my body, thinking that it was amazing to be a scholar.
"You're out, dork!
It was Gilk's anger that jumped into his ear the moment he started communicating, not the sound of farts.
"What's with the stick, Gilk? Use the emergency signal as well. Honestly, I have too many feelings of you yelling at me and I don't know what it is..."
"Oh, what the hell are you doing to me... ⁉ Hey, no, it's better than that now..."
Gilk was somewhat stunned at me for not knowing why he was yelling, but I'll bring it back soon. Because of its speed of recovery, ~ Ranking of things that have been done in secret ~ I narrowed my mind to the top 10. Now put aside, the Gilk of Great Wrath yelled out in a momentum that seemed to spit flying from the Prop.
"My cause of death is constipation." You're the only one who can do this!
The decision is not good. Assemble all the evidence before you say it.
Well... I don't know if that's the case, but I knocked on my hand and said it.
It was you!
"Again, nothing... because you say" sick and dead, " didn't you just add the specificity that this one didn't come out and my colon burst
"I don't know, I don't know. Ahhh!
Gilk's fury just rang through his tympanic membrane. Unexpectedly reached out and kept the communication device out of my ear, but Gilk still didn't seem to give up and kept yelling.
"My cause of death should have been an epidemic disease, a story where I would die of treatment vain! It should have been such a story where the people mourn my death and weep!
"That's another dream that's a lot less feasible."
Oh, my God! I'm a prince, for once! You almost became king for a moment.
"Is it for once? That's sad."
It's almost your fault! What are you doing like other HRs...... Huh! Still, the people must accept me in tears, give me back what I was yesterday when I swelled my chest in anticipation! When I had to come back, I said, 'Is that it? Has constipation gotten better?' Or 'Let's get it out right, Prince,' and I never thought I'd be able to turn a warm eye! Where did your tears disappear?
"I'm glad you're a people tolerant of a ghost prince who should already be dead."
Totally... what's wrong with what I've done with turning my hand in favor of being able to return to the King's Capital at any time? I want you to thank me for my kindness and the indulgence of the people.
"So, that's all the requirements? If that's all, I'll hang up because I'm busy."
"Oh, you, wait a minute! You're gonna leave me like this, you fuck! I'm not done talking to you... '
When I unilaterally break up communication using my busyness as an excuse, I immediately throw the communication device into the storage space. This is a complete communication shutdown.
Apparently, the Gilks have arrived safely in the Wang Capital, and it's true that they're busy, so let's focus on what's ahead of Gilk now. I never blocked communications because I got into trouble.
I was sitting down. Raising my hips from the stump sends my gaze to the waterfall that flows right in front of me.
Around 100 men and women entrust themselves to droplets that have flowed from far above, like rain that keeps falling in zah.
They are young sailor candidates who are at the heart of the Cool Cass Regeneration Program, lined up in rows.
Sailor candidates recruited and collected candidates in the country. When applications were solicited on the condition that allowances be granted from the time of guaranteeing food and shelter and training, more than 10 times as many applications were made as were envisaged. Sometimes I just can't see enough trouble, and as a first year student, I'm going to hire 1,000 people, mainly young people, in anticipation of my future, and training began last week for about three months.
The training is divided into 13 weeks, divided into 10 groups of 100 people, to be trained on a weekly basis.
Think about the content, first of all, the most important way to protect and use the former is I, the latter is taught by a sea god with more believers. Others include hands-on exercises by Charstena, courses on how to live in a former brave stream fantasy world, difficult stories about how to do this with the Luxerian country, magic theories by Seaterra, and magic exercises by Lycood. They are asked to take this once in turn, and then freely choose to learn and acquire deeper and higher levels of content. I want you to grow your expertise and interest.
So, it's my role now to teach my addiction skills...
Today, not long after Week 1 begins, the Mastery of Enforcement Skills group is doing a waterfall row, saying what it is doing now.
It takes a lot of concentration to handle protection. That's the more skill you become and show up, the more concentration you need to keep meditating for three days and three nights.
And speaking of concentration, I still meditate. When it comes to meditation, it is a waterfall. It's exactly the same way I met dragonization once.
Honestly, there's nothing more I can teach you. All you have to do is get yourself more focused. That's why I don't have anything to do. Because I get tired of keeping it as Bo on the contrary, I was given half of the practical courses in Charstena, where the number of people became concentrated due to the convenience of location and efficiency, and provided guidance.
As for the content of the practical courses, the proximity standings will dominate. Magic exercises, on the contrary, teach magic as well as ranged attacks in general. The main thing is magic, but since there is such a thing as the limits of magic, I am also taught archery and other things that Lycood specializes in in in in free time.
For this reason, in practical courses, melee weapons will dominate, but the ultimate goal is to think about when you encounter demons in the ocean in the future and actually fight demons.
Well, you can't handle weapons overnight, so getting experience fighting demons is your biggest goal. So, by the way, I'll build on the foundation.
"What the hell is that swinging way! If you're just gonna blindly wave your sword, you can even goblin it! Watch your opponent's movements carefully and be more aware of how to step in and put your hips in!
"I, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
The workout I've lent them now is to fight and win the doll I made with magic. Doll, who applied the magic his mother taught him and programmed him to work with a simple algorithm, is very user-friendly because he moves at will even if I don't manipulate him.
"It's even a practice from today until the end! If you lose your hand, I'll work you out straight away, so get ready! Everybody, I want you to be able to beat Class C demons!
"I, yeahhhhh!!
"Yes, keep your temper up! He's a Class C demon, if he doesn't lose in temper, he wins... ─ Yeah? What did you guys say now?
As such, a new Spartan-style practical course was added, approximately three months after the time flowed.
The day of sailing has come.
Mostly a lonely port town I first visited 4 months ago.
There, things had changed over the past few months and the pirate ships moored in the harbour had reached the point where their crew members belonged to the Cool Cass State.
Because when we talked about whether anyone was familiar with sailing, it was kick-ass to negotiate (also called blackmail), remembering that a pirate ship was moored in the harbor. Then there was all sorts of things, and now the former bandits made the country, and they were transformed and became the Cool Cass sailors who wore protections.
Put that aside, there were 10 ships deployed in the harbour. This is a rare demonic ship in the world that I have created using Sheitella's warbled and levelled demonic props. That said, it's no big function, it's just a normal ship with a little automatic doors, a little shock and magic relief, and a little magic cannon.
We don't sell ships. Sell the crew on that ship. So this is the last boat gift from me. This is what I want this country to grow into.
With those thoughts in my chest, I was looking over the whole thing.
"Senior-! Package loaded!
"Mr. Ray, we're done here!
The two juniors were all here and came to report.
"Well, I'm sorry, both of you"
"No, because it's a senior favor!
Lislit, who apparently renewed his gear after a short look, has a shiny sword down his waist in brand-new skinned clothes. Lycood, on the other hand, seemed to have changed only the robe, covering his entire body with a robe that was browner than black. At first glance, this one is used or not so brand new.
"Lislit, you don't have to worry about it, Mr. Ray, because you're usually just lazy. I'd be happy to hear anything Mr. Ray asks."
"Heh, were you lazy? When people were working without a break. Heh..."
"Oh, that's not true...? I worked for you, too, didn't I?... properly."
I'm pretty sure I was lazy with Lislit's upsetting comments. As you can see, the sword shines just as bright as a new one I've never used.
"Damn...... because Lislit is always this if someone hasn't seen it. By and large, you..."
Before I got mad, Lycood's sermon started and I felt like it was going to be long.
"Bad, both of you. I have a little business to attend to, so get on ahead of me."
That said, he truncated his gaze for help as he deserved and left the spot.
After I broke up with the two of them, I didn't have any business, but I decided to go see what was going on besides the ship that Rykud and Lislit had been looking at.
I'll stop by the ship I left to Gilk, who returned from the king's capital Ignoa a few months ago, for the reason that he was not dared to be closest.
"Hey, how's it going?
"Not bad, of course. There's no way to manage your health before your first voyage."
"Whoa, you're feeling weird, you..."
Gilk in seawater trousers wearing lifesaber pseudonyms made of well floating nuts. I greatly value the feeling that the vectors are different, but only the temper has passed too far enough.
"By the way, it's about time we ended up here, but I heard earlier from Spring Tree that there was a necessity to get out of the ocean called underwater glasses. I forgot to buy that, don't you have the rest? If you don't have one, do you mind if I go buy one now?
Since when have underwater glasses become a necessity on a ship?
Are you seriously mistaken for a seawater bath?
In the first place, what kind of underwater glasses were there in this world? It's my first ear...
'Cause I never use it.
"Hey, what is it? ⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉\8265
The one from Haruki, playing with the gilk.
"Anyway, I don't need underwater glasses, so when you're done, you can stay on the boat, too."
"Damn... my polo!
"Listen."
I do my best to regret putting a scratch in the gilk, kicking it, saying the same thing over and over again, and then going to the next ship.
Haruki, who gave him the wisdom not to enter the gilk, was in charge there.
"Wow, we're sailing! I have no choice but to go to the Great Sea Plains!
When I heard such a line and pointed in the direction of my voice, there was Haruki, wearing a savel with one hand and a pirate costume that was likely to appear in the movie while wearing a Docromark hat.
... Is this all my people do?
"You guys, you're too hustled with everything."
"Whoa? Ridge from. Hey, I knew if I said ocean, you'd be a pirate, right? Look at this hat. You had a hard time finding it, didn't you? Especially since I like these wings."
and Haruki, who prides himself on the costumes he has prepared. I didn't care about the bottom of my heart, so I switched the conversation when I saw fit.
"By the way, is the shipment over?
"Whoa, that's just it. Otherwise, we won't play."
"What do you say...... then get on the boat first. I'll see what else I can do."
So when I was walking down the boat and walking down the harbor to get to the next boat...
"What are you doing out of your mind?"
"Wow!
angry and screaming, then Gold came down.
Can't this guy be prepared normally?
I, sighing deeply, take the fallen Gordo with a mesh of magic.
"Thanks, Ray ~. Thanks for your help ~"
"You're a guy who won't punish you either. Or Gold. What about the ship I left you with?
"What, I don't know ~. I guess it's about time we're done."
I whisper to Gordo that I left him alone, and I lose my temper to be angry, and I sigh.
And Anna, who blushed there, jumped off the ship.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were looking at the whole thing.
"No, I'm here to see how you're doing in your spare time... normally working for me. When I look at you, I'm going to cry"
Am I old, too? The tear glands are loose.
"... I'm starting to feel like hitting you sexually"
When that bracon grows to this point, it makes me shake my hand, Anna. Short temper doesn't seem to change.
But what's wrong with Gold, whose contents haven't grown as if from this long ago? Do I have to give up?
"I'm just gonna go check on the boat that Gordo left to me, so you two, when you're done here, stay back on the boat."
I sigh, but I show my face to the ship in charge of Gold that I was the one who left it to Gold. Then there was the figure of Charstena, who drove her red hair into the sea breeze.
"That, Char?
"Ah, Ray! Are we all done yet?
When I rang from behind, I broke my face and looked back, Charstena. I felt like interrupting her, who had given me some detailed instructions, but I decided to talk to her for a little while.
"I think we're almost there. The thing about my anxiety is that I went around more or less. By the way, is Schal's place over yet?
"Yeah, but I saw Gold go to Anna a a long time ago, so I thought I'd come and tell her, nothing's over, and I gave her instructions for the shipment instead."
Was it? That did a bad thing. It's bad that I put Gold in charge in the first place, so she seems to have eaten for it.
"I'm sorry for the trouble, Shall"
"Pfft, that's fine. That's about it. More exciting than that, it's been a long time since we've all been together."
"Even so, there's a lot more."
"It's fine if it's busy. We need to have fun while we can."
Having said that, Charstena, having advanced a little to the abyss of the ship, looked across the sea and said:
"I'm sure there are a lot of hard things to do as well as fun things to come. There is no way in the world that one of us will die... there must be. At that time, sad memories remain strong, so it's very important to create more fun memories than that."
I stood next to Charlstena, staring at the sea and looking at her objectively, and opened her mouth.
"Such a future is shit. I won't let anyone die from this. I swear I won't let anyone die. So I've been strong since then. But if you're still saying it's not enough, you'll be stronger. So, I travel, I adventure, I do stupid things, I just make fun memories. So, no?
"... Yeah, I'm sure that's the best. I think it would be nice if I did the same."
I realise my weakness on her side, who never looks me in the eye and keeps staring at me as far away as if I were ready for something.
Charstena is not trying to expose herself from death.
By contrast, he refuses like a child that I don't like.
But, okay, I don't even want to think about losing someone in this. It's unlikely I can do anything like decide to be just like her.
All I can do is, yeah.
Prepare to be the opposite of Charstena.
I won't let anyone die. Other than that, it's the bat end.
Already... I'm sorry I ever thought of that again.
I squeezed my hand so hard that my nails waned in.
After a while, we made sure the shipment was finished, and we both went back to our ships.
This is only a hands-on exercise. Most of them are going out to sea for the first time. It's also a test to see if they can fulfill it and do it safely from now on, so our party goes on another boat.
For this reason, everyone is aboard this ship, including the Lycoods, who until now have been waiting in the town of Arctia. If we succeed, we will go as far as a continent with a labyrinth city.
The shipment is loaded with herbs, ore, etc. that can only be collected around here, but this time it is a trial, so it is only lightly loaded. If successful, the plan is to increase employment through sampling and mining, but the primary goal is to make the exercise a good appeal to the Chambers of Commerce of other countries.
By the way, our ship is a bee demon ship. That's a hell of a substitute for a relic comparable to the past already. It is equipped with a number of mechanisms that must be concealed at all costs, such as automatic piloting, on-board horizontal mechanisms, and type 8 demonic extermination cannon modification.
Beh, when I started making something else, I was overzealous, and after adding that and this and the functionality, this was no longer a substitute that people could give me, so I had no choice but to use it... I want you to convince me that the longing to have my own ship is natural as a boy.
Well, a little out of the question, our destination is a continent with a labyrinth, but the destination of this hands-on exercise is different. The path is the same, but an island country in between becomes the destination of the exercise.
What is more, there is also a relationship of location where there is not much trade with any country due to the fact that it is an island country and it is relatively close to Cool Cass, which is likely to make you a good customer. The response around it will depend on the negotiations over there, but I wonder if this country will finally move forward.
Well, once you join the umbrella, you're supposed to be able to get a little work done from the Kingdom of Lykeberg, so you don't have to successfully negotiate right away. At the very least, the problems Cool Cass has will start walking towards a solution.
Now, with that slight hope in my chest, I enter a steering room with solid roofs and walls built. The front of the steering room is clear glazed and sheetered. If you look at what you see, that's the only technology that deserves stunning, but if you look at the automatic internal mechanism, it's a stun.
I used one of those loud magic tools to fly signals all over the place.
"Set sail!
Sail, for a few hours. The sailors, who had acquired the art of using the protection of the Sea God, had divided hands to create a flow on the surface of the sea and continued their smooth voyage.
I stretched out with tears in my eyes, looking at their struggles like that from a distance.
"Huh, it's much faster than normal, and I haven't encountered any demons so far because of it... but I'm free with this"
"Pi ~"
Bet my head, Haku will get back to me, but almost raw. It's a prolonged voice, struck by a mild sea breeze, more than half of it in its dreams.
I was drowsy again, just like Haku, because I had worked without rest before, but I was peeking at them from the deck of a ship following them one step behind other ships in an attempt to fulfill the responsibility of the utterance.
But this way, without any particular problems, for a few hours. It also makes it hard to keep an eye on it.
I took a big stretch and gave my neck back.
"Knitting, that way."
"Leave it to me! How about this?"
"Sweet, Mr. Knitting! Lycood, make up your mind!
"Yes! Let it go!
There is a view of the Spring Trees enjoying the Deck Valley, not the Beach Valley, and Anna and the others supporting them as they wait for that order.
I used to watch those volleyball games when I was upset.
Lycood's hit smash. It was, for some reason, wrapped in thunder, and Haruki, who raised it directly above him with an underhand pass, stopped the movement from paralysis. This is followed by a knit that drops the ball straight up with a sharp ray almost at right angles from about 100 meters above.
Lycood, who had just finished hitting Smash and landed there, interrupted him, poking his fist up directly below him. Then, to the ball launched, Charstena, who protrudes linearly from the edge of the court, slaps his loudly roaring arm.
"Yah!
It's not a wave shake, a severe shake strikes the ship. That was due to a ball slapped in the court. The point where the ball fell was rounded and dented, and the ball of iron was embedded in it.
If it's soft volleyball, it's iron volleyball.
My drowsiness accelerates, even though I think crap like that. With a warm sea breeze, I eventually reached my limit, closing my eyes naturally to my pillow.
Then, how long has it been?
I woke up with a noisy voice different from the liveliness.
"It's... it's big... please wake up!
"... whoa... whoa... what the hell... noisy. What's wrong with you?
I rocked my body and opened my eyes, and Lycood's face popped in, sweating cold. And when I was in a bad mood to interrupt my sleep, I listened as I stretched out my back.
"Doesn't matter, you idiot! Damn it, wake up and look forward!
I had been jerked off by a gilk with a head that wasn't sure if the clouds hung, and I looked in the direction of the ship's progress.
There was a blackening backing that filled the surface of the sea, and even the figure of an individual trying to jump up the surface of the sea and get onto the ship.
"What, a demon? Don't let that happen, I haven't slept in a long time..."
I'm complaining, but I'm standing down. And when I held my hips down and stretched my back, I also saw what was happening on the boat in order to grasp the situation.
First of all, the situation on this ship, but mainly Luxeria, Anna, Gold and Rislit came forward and Spring Tree and Knitting destroyed their missed individuals in the Middle Guard. And it looks like Charstena is taking a tactic of war that magically wipes out every surface of the ocean. There, Lycood, who was coming to wake me up, joined him as a guard, and Mr. Carrot and the others, along with Sheitella with the water gun implements, are escaping into the cockpit.
The rest of the hack is falling asleep with his ears folded in a noisy manner, and Gilk is just in a noisy panic.
At first glance, there doesn't seem to be any particular problem here. From all directions, the avant-garde seems a little busy because if we do it, demons with a high number of exterminations will attack us, but the hell is not that strong. Even a strong guy would be in class B.
But the problem is Charstena's flashy magic draws the attention of demons and other fleets sheltering them. Most sailors have only had combat training for the last three months or so, almost as well as Shirot. With roughly 10 pirates on each ship who have interacted with the demons of the sea many times, it doesn't look like they can fight at all, but overall they are standing in their first large crowd.
However, it is no longer natural for some 100 people to have the courage to stand up to them, and even if they hesitate to attack their opponents directly, they can see an ad hoc backup response from the former pirates' support - manipulating the sea water as a barrier or deliberately dropping demons directly over the ship. Not bad at all.
Somehow, 'Compared to these ghost instructors, they're cute! Right, guys!' To the call, 'all the sailors said,' Sure! 'There seems to be a lot of excitement,' but who is the ghost instructor? Probably do-s lykud.
Well, that sounds like a few of them are so butted that they can't move when compared to ghost instructors.
However, in an attempt to get off the spot from its fright, it creates a fast flow at sea level, gradually distancing itself. Is that the right guy? It will be thanks to them that we are not going to have to stop the ship and become a war of attrition with demons coming from all directions. I was relieved that my teaching seemed to be being utilized properly.
But as it is, we're the only ones left.
"Sheetera! Increase the speed of the ship. Gilk, just in case, protect the Seatellas. If it was one or two, you wouldn't have a problem, would you?
"Ri, roger!
When Gilk rushes to the cockpit door, freaking out, he doesn't come shooting leaks or hits the alert.
That's right, all I have to do is line up behind someone when demons come out from day to day. He seems to be losing his cool when he says he's just surrounded by a large group and not disadvantaged. Is there not enough places?
The speed of the ship increases and if you follow inertia, step on it. But thanks to flying up instructions earlier, no one will make a fatal mistake, repelling the demon trying to ascend to the ship.
I widened the space and looked into the ocean.
"There are 200 B and C grades."
That's the ocean. If you are in such a large group, you will definitely not meet such a large group on the ground.
"Oh, my God, the A-level's hiding down there."
In position, about 100 meters in the direction of the ship's travel. Exactly taking a Class A attack directly from the bottom onto the hull is risky.
For a moment, I thought about getting Sheetera to bypass me, but it's likely that I won't make it to speed. For this reason, immediately cut off the idea and use the familiar compulsory abduction skills.
"Different Spaces Generation"
Class A opponents have no body. Although it is not directly offensive in itself, magic consumption is considerably higher than other Immortal Soul skills. but I've recently learned the trick of saving magic vegetables, it's like saving about 40,000 a day, so if you cut that off, you can afford to pay the price.
The world turns dark. The floor disappears, floating sensation sprouts.
Even in such darkness, my dark-eyed skills capture my opponent without a problem, but suddenly the Golimacho shark demon thrown out of the sea into the dark doesn't.
I kicked in a fixed space and swung through my devilishly disguised arm.
"Come on up."
The vertically torn demon leaks a small, severed demon. To that voice, Shuo, I wield my arms and shed blood on the surface of the demonic costume. Behind it, the demonic body became black smoke and dispersed, and later bones remained, including the tough teeth of demonic stones and sharks.
"Probably around here"
I have nothing in the fixed space. Move that location and disarm the different spaces. Then a crack runs into the world and the space breaks down. Then, back to the view of the original world, the finish becomes black pieces and scatters.
"Bingo"
When I looked good and played my finger, I let gravity take care of me and fell as-is.
Skills of cross-spatial generation are correlated with real space. Is it easy to tell when you are creating a different space in the same dimension?
In other words, it is in another space, but in three dimensions it is in the same dimension, and the relative positions of different and real spaces are always the same.
So when you release the different spaces without thinking, in this case, you come back into the sea or into the ship. Still, I've never been back where the object is, but it's horrible to just think about it.
For this reason, it becomes imperative to correctly recognize the surroundings before using them.
I make a finger gun with both hands, using wind magic to fine-tune it next to falling onto the ship directly below. And I turned that fingertip to the sea level, and I put magic into it.
"Demon Gun"
Doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-doddy-dodd And when I was super accelerated with my magic spray skills and fired like a gun, I struck a bullet around the ship at 360 degrees, spread my hand and stepped down in front of Sassy Charstena.
"Huh."
It's settled.
Yes, Haruki told me with some worried kime that she showed Charstena a good place.
"You're gonna be cool like a gilk sometimes."
Then it goes without saying that I desperately excused myself for being such a monster.
You can't even land properly. Stop being like Gilk! and.