It's a little troubling.
Even though the Imps are barely visible in the forest, I've never heard of a mass appearance. If the number of monsters that looked so evil had blown, there would have been something wrong.
I thought for a moment about what the Imp looked like.
It looks like a strange freshman whose body is about three times swollen by demonic forces, and whose arms and legs are unusually long and thinner than his body, making him look even more horrible and moving on a group 4 walk.
It even has horns on its forehead.
Skin is also gloomy, and I feel so blasphemous because I always close my eyes. There seemed to be pups with small wings behind their backs by individuals.
Anyway, these are really unpleasant little bastards.
It literally looks like a twisted demon.
It looks like this, so the sled is spinning because it came from hell, or because it came from a horse-drawn horse. Of course, no one knows the truth. Some believe that children's souls are cursed and corrupted to become Imps.
For me, of course, they're just little monsters who give their magic horns.
"So, what happened to the Imp?"
"Absolutely nothing. It just doesn't seem like it's happening yet. Well, when this happens, the first adventurers to spread the word, right? Even if it's nothing, it can inflate a lot."
Adventurers are usually light-hearted and blunderous, and they tend to inflate because of rumors that things aren't a big deal.
"This is delicious."
Copson chews his jerky while emptying the glass diligently. I'm sipping slowly, too, he said.
"Ah, but it seems true that Imps have become more frequent these days."
"I didn't really see it."
However, I have never seen an Imp while working towards another town recently. I don't think I saw him in the first place.
If I had shown up a lot, I would have found one because of the nature of my job. It was strange.
"Hmm, I think I've seen it many times around here. Well, you can't see... no, that's not it. Have you ever been to the eastern gate? Seems to be seeing a lot around there. That's what I saw."
"Oh, I haven't been to the eastern gate lately."
In Istanbul, there is a large gate to the north-east and south-west. I haven't been going east lately. By the way, you go all the way east and you get Krashheim. If you go north, you'll get Baron Dodens.
"Anyway, can I have another drink?"
"Yes."
I think it would be a good idea to take a day to check the rumors.
Something nasty smells of money.
Neither is the mansion, nor the Imp. A skilled adventurer is one who smells good at money. You should smell as dangerous as that, but anyway.
Do you want me to do a little research?
"But where's that old mansion you told me about?"
"I heard you went out to the eastern gate and went into the woods for about three days. I don't know where you are, so don't ask. If I knew, I'd be gone already."
East of this, too?
What does Imp and Mansion have to do with anything?
Of course I don't know.
"Ugh, that beer tastes good. Anyway, the thing about the mansion is that some of them got lost in the woods and then came back and spread rumors. Maybe they're ready to go back."
"Well, then all those who know the way will go first."
If, according to Copson, some of them have lost their way in the woods and found their villa and returned to the city, they will surely gather men and go back that way.
The rumors would have spread by gathering people in the process, and the story would have flowed.
"I think so. In fact, it's a little less credible."
"Uh-huh, yeah. Well, that's a good chance."
After eating and drinking with Griffith Copson, I went outside. Copson waves his hand at me, saying he can get in on his own because he's making money.
"Cluckle... it's been a long time. Well, go on in."
"You, too. Oh, but are you out of the guild tomorrow?"
"Maybe so... Ugh, my head is dizzy... Anyway, goodbye."
That doesn't look so good.
It's gonna be okay.
As I returned home, I thought about the Imp and the mansion.
Honestly, the mansion seems like a rumor, but I think it's worth investigating about the Imps. There must be a reason why those evil monsters suddenly increased.
Decisively, these Imps are among the monsters who don't know exactly whether they are laying eggs or laying pups by beating bread.
This is why I said that I feel similar to a spirit.
The ecology of such monsters, whether Kobolt or Goblin or Orc, is in its own right. It's weirder for adventurers to sneak into the forest every day. There are wizards who study these things.
Nevertheless, it is a mystery for the Imp.
It is as mysterious as eels that hold the secrets of the deep sea. These bizarre nightmare fish, which are inhumanely slippery, say that their lives are so secret that their ecology is still unclear.
- A pagan.
I thought about the Imp and came up with those keywords.
Imps look evil to me. I also found an Imp when I went to the Nakhon Bone Palace after a trace of a pagan.
If it's related to pagan puppies, it's 100% money.
And it's more suspicious because it happened near the city.
More than anything, they've had twice as much experience infiltrating a city called Isvantra. I hid in the groundwater, in the slums. Of course it was shredded in front of my blade.
I'm guessing they're still hiding under the shadows and moving to accomplish their unknown purpose.
They have the organizational strength to infiltrate priests in such a large city.
I would continue to conspire somewhere in Philly.
Recently, I also met once in the fog plains. What purpose are those bastards working so hard for... The question only deepens... Oh, oh! Ohhh..! Imperialists, the believers of the Nazis! We have to take their hidden treasure and cut off their funding line...!
It became clear when I thought about it.
These Imps had something to do with the pagans, no matter what.
Then whatever happens, we have to investigate.
Investigating anything, Gimcott never stops the seeds of evil.
- Yikes.
I came home thinking about it.
"You're early, nigger. Did you find work?"
"No, I'm here to see Copson. I just heard a funny story."
"Fun story?"
Winia sat on the couch and was eagerly coveting the magic book. Interested in what I said, she covers the book and twists her legs.
I explained the story to Copson right away.
It's not a request, it's something you need to investigate on your own, and the reward is unclear, but it's worth it.
"It's not a big money story. I think it would be more profitable to just ask the guild at that time. I don't know exactly what to do. The purpose is unclear. And those Imp bastards, do we have to hold those bastards? Nigga, I don't think so."
Winia, an intelligent cannon that values efficiency, reacted coldly.
"You're right. If there's anything suspicious, you might want to investigate. This is usually a preemptive thing. If you're an adventurer, you should know how to target opportunities."
"It's not okay. You can't read without a dick. Don't do that. Just take a break and play with my breasts and legs at home."
"Anet!!! Winiaaah!!!"
Anyway, Winia doesn't want to go much.
She threw my head out because she was about to take off her robe and cut Winia's knee and sit down.
"Oh, not now. I'm a little busy right now. Can't you see I'm studying?"
"Rehueing."
Claudie comes down the stairs.
"Cat... where are you going?"
"Uh, Claudie, did you wake up?"
"... sleepy, I want to sleep again. Let's sleep together."
Then why don't you take my hand and climb up the stairs again?
Claudie also sleeps a lot Claudie digs into my arms as I lie in bed. I'm not really sleeping, but let's lie down and rest.
"What was the story?"
"It's no big deal, but I'd like to investigate if there are any Imps nearby. But Winia seems a little skeptical."
"Well... it's not a guild thing, is it? If you still want to do it, I like to do it... Good bye."
"Uh-huh, yeah."
I have to ask you to investigate because Copson wants to come to the guild tomorrow morning.
I am already speculating that the Imps and pagans will have a seedling relationship.
* * *
The next day, I finally decided to go investigate.
"Well... I won't let it dry if you want to go... Ah, I don't want to send it, but it's not dangerous, so I'll let you go. Good morning."
"Cat, do you have to come in early?"
"Of course I don't come in early. It's a problem."
Winia says she wants to focus for a few days because the magic that she studied yesterday is only important, and Claudie is interested in cooking and wants to practice it today. I think I'm interested in seeing Risha's dinner.
In the first place, Karin and Risha do not know the details of the adventurer ecology, but I think that what I'm going to investigate is just an adventurer as usual.
"This is a hundred percent pagan thing."
"You sound like a pagan. I'm starting to get anxious because I keep talking black shit... Hah, it's okay to come around the city for a while anyway. Investigate early enough."
"Don't worry too much. I'll be in early."
I went to the adventurer's guild.
Winia did not believe, but I could not erase the idea of pagans already. By the way, Risha is not sure about this Imp situation, but she asked you to investigate if it's true and it would be interesting.
It is of course what Risha asks you to do.
The conditions are already the best. Equipment is also perfect and ready to go. I intend to investigate the Imp for a day with one of the right people named Copson.
- Bugs and bumps.
After arriving at the guild and trying to enter, I noticed something familiar standing in front of the building. Red hair, and blue nuns.
Not much does that mean.
"Elise"
"--El!"
I could not suppress the impulse that burst out as soon as I checked Elise's face and tried to hit her with a thunderous shout. However, there was no sound.
- Touch-up!
Because Elise was already blocking my mouth. A small hand covered in white gloves blocked my mouth.
Elise!!!!
"Hehe, it's too late, Saint."
"Ooh, ooh...!"
After meeting Elise for a very long time, she turned my mouth and smiled confidently.
"I knew this would happen and I was waiting ahead. As long as I find it first, the Saint will never be able to confess. Looks like you did a really good job waiting outside, Hoo-hoo."
Oh, shit! I can't!
Then how should I express this pleasure..!
"Oh, Elizette...! What the hell are you doing? Get your hands off me! Argh!"
"If you promise not to shout, I'll let you go!"
I pleaded, but Elise never cleared my mouth. Does this make any sense? How could you do this to me!!!
"Argh...! It hurts, it hurts...!"
"I won't let you cry! The Saint always shouts! Now promise me, promise me! I won't shout!"
"Argh...! Argh! Shout..."
"Shout out!"
"I won't hit... Argh...!"
"Great! That's it!"
But you're the one who's yelling!