Helping with Adventurer Party Management

If you're going to die leaving me alone anyway, there's nothing to lose in trying.

The use of pain meds for weapons and weapons was a kind of bet, but the Baron's attempt was arguably half-successful.

The members were half-hearted by unprecedented instructions to apply pain relief to their weapons, but as the battle prolonged, they were to keep an eye on its effects.

The remaining man-eater giants initially showed fierce resistance and handcuffed the members, but gradually began to blunt their movements, letting go of their sticks and sitting down to say they were in the middle of a fight.

"This... this is working"

"It's working. But this..."

As the soldiers laid down their weapons and surrounded the cannibal giants, the figure of the cannibal giants who were thus lowering their hips and flushing what was covetable from between their fangs was as if they had been bewitched of some sort; conversely, the members of the regiment felt uncomfortable and disgusted by what they had done.

"Baron, what do you want to do from here?

Did Jilboa ask for instructions to observe in this state, make him grow up by adding a few more drug-induced attacks, or kill him?

I guess it's because I can now take one of those options.

I couldn't do anything other than kill you, this is the first time in this line of investigation.

"Oh... right. I'd like to keep observing, but that would be just as dangerous. I just want to make a few more attacks to get the medicine around my body more. I want to be tied to the iron shackles and chains I prepared later."

"Okay. Attack continues, but don't kill him! Avoid hitting the steeple and make it a priority to scratch with your medicated weapon!

The attack resumed with Jilboa's instructions, and at last the cannibal giant fell to the ground unconscious.

Shackled by a man-eater giant, the baron was once puzzled.

The shackles themselves were specially made by the baron to the blacksmith, who is confident in the strength of what is weighty.

But who gets close enough to fit in his hand to the side of that monster?

A moment later, that monster is pretending to be unconscious, grasping at a human approaching to fit his shackles, and trying to rip them off with those sharp nails?

"Well, I put on the special shackles I've prepared... but it's dangerous to get close. I don't know what's wrong..."

"It's okay. One, keep going with the shackles!

But with such a concern of the baron, Jilboa approached the fallen monster to take a walk with Stasta, and let one of them help him quickly put iron shackles in his hands.

"Well, as far as the camp is concerned, the crew will be able to pull it with rope and follow it to the carriage. The problem lies ahead. There aren't many pills left, and if you wake up and go mad, it's Ami the original tree."

In response to Jilboa's concerns, the Baron replied with a slight frown.

"Well, for once, there's a way. Not in a very praiseworthy way..."

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The venue, initially lively and deliberate, was completely quiet and only the baron's speaking voice echoed.

That must have been all I was shocked by the content of the story.

The nobles in the audience seemed to be breathtaking and listening to the Baron's adventure to capture the cannibals.

The only participants in this debriefing are the baron's acquaintances, the upper-class humans of this city.

Naturally, when it comes to journeys, I can only say people in positions who know how to travel along safe streets with escorts, or who have never thought about dividing into the woods.

How did such humans feel about the Baron's experience and achievements?

I couldn't even imagine.