The season is winter.
There was a thin mist on the surface of the lake, scattering the sunlight lightly.
On the south shore, a wide cobblestone path runs east-west.
It is the main street, stretching east from Wang Du.
I was now riding an old lady in love machine (Old Lady), lying on a hill on the south side of the street.
"It's time to come out. Be careful."
An old man standing beside an old lady tells me.
As if the word had also been a signal, on the surface of the lake, more than one armor emerges.
The giant turtle, Lord of the Kohlo, has become a small flock and has landed right beside the street.
"Ugh, let's go."
I'm amazed at the way you handed over 30 meters.
I had come to this land now to exterminate the giant turtle.
Some of the giant turtles that inhabit the lake have recently appeared on the streets.
He sees it as a territory, and when he finds a carriage or something, he attacks it.
Thanks to this, the turtle was only allowed to pass at night when he was returning to the lake.
In response, a Merchant Alliance Knight was dispatched.
"Is it going to work out?
The old man asks worried.
I'm from the Merchant Guild Branch here.
"My legs seem slow, and maybe, I'm fine"
I give you a bad toothpick.
It's my first job.
The herbivore mechanic is not accompanied because it is not a training. I'm totally alone.
My first real battle with the Warcraft I've ever seen.
I couldn't afford to reassure the old man, say what I assured him.
"I'll shoot you. Please step back."
To my word, the old man hurries down the hill.
The old lady (Old Lady) pointed her wand "Rifle" at the giant turtle in an ambush position.
Avoid melee, attack magic from a distance, and repel.
That's what Santa Claus gave me, the deputy guild chief.
(Looks solid, would you like to add a little more?)
I activate E-rank magic.
Covering the cockpit, the old lady's (Old Lady's) misrilled silver shell absorbs and goes without spreading magic around her.
Many of them, I turned to the wand Rifle with magic manipulation.
Like when you energize a high-capacity electric motor, the sound of Vung rang and the wand Rifle trembled for a little while.
Waiting for the vibration to subside, I aimed it at the giant turtle.
(All right)
Pull the trigger on the lever quietly.
Moment after moment, an arrow of light (magic missile) flew straight to the giant turtle in front of him.
Its white bar-shaped light is much thicker than it was during shooting practice.
And the brilliance and length were so unrivalled.
A blinding light, like a comet approaching a star, a long tail of light.
On the hill, a strong wind, curled by the recoil of the shooting, blows away.
And the giant turtle,... blasted.
To the sky above the lake, the ones that made up the tortoise blow long in strips.
The appearance seemed strangely slow.
(... overdone)
Again, the first line is difficult.
I was wary because I thought it was hard, but more than that, it seemed to have a lot of offensive magic power.
Besides, this is less than one E-rank of magic.
In my case, if it's E-rank magic, I can use it 21 times a day.
I tremble unconsciously, with too much aggression.
(But this offense is reliable)
I tremble, but I am also very happy.
It's nice to have a trump card, even if you keep it hidden.
And now that I've learned to add and subtract, I've shot down the remaining three so they can stay in shape.
"That's a knight. I didn't know I was going to knock you out."
The old man is impressed.
It's definitely that size. It would be hard to deal with in a biological person.
"And I wonder what it was, though there seemed to be only one weak"
It's about the first guy I knocked down.
"I don't know the details, either, but you already looked weak"
Lie.
I don't know if I've seen it, or perhaps even weakened it. Because the power of attack magic was too strong.
But the old man, he seems convinced. I'm snorting.
And then he saw the locals coming together and told me.
"Then I will direct them to collect the drops"
A drop item would be a tortoise wreck.
That's all I've been asked to do.
It was a lot easier, but this is my first job.
Seems to suffer from the beginning, the future worries me.
Besides, it went well with me.
A slow legged opponent can be hit with Ranged Attack Magic.
The guild leaders must have chosen a request for me. Let's buy some souvenirs to convey our gratitude.
A few days later, I was coming to my next job.
Nest built near the streets, exorcising cannibal bees and removing nests.
Safe passage through the streets is very important to the Merchant Alliance.
Because the distribution of people and things is a lifeline for merchants.
This is dangerous.
Meet the local team of supportive adventurers to check the scene.
A nest is built to stick to the mountainside clifftop, rocky skin.
Big nest. I may have a diameter of 10 meters.
Numerous man-eater bees enter and leave the nest uncut, some traversing the streets.
"Oh, in fact, merchants and travelers go by in great detours"
Says the middle-aged, sinister old man, leader of the team of adventurers.
The job is to support the knights.
Specifically, the knight does the exorcism of the cannibal bee, but does whatever else is out of reach.
Even now, I have been told to "stay away from the nest because I'm going to exorcise it".
"Then we'll launch a long-range magic attack, so please stay hidden."
A knight with full body armor, 18 m tall, lays on one knee and sets up a wand "Rifle".
The adventurers immediately dived into the shadows.
"Perimeter check, all right. Aim, okay. Holy shit!"
Make a self-name and pull the trigger on the lever.
That's a lot of magic.
The arrow of light emitted from the rifle (magic missile) becomes a large white stick of light and pierces the cannibal hive.
Keep shooting.
Until the nest is completely destroyed.
The remains of a crushed nest for each brittle rock skin fall to the ground in small fragments.
And the bees, who were hardly caught up, flew around the wreckage with One One One.
Quite a lot.
I'll shoot an arrow of light (magic missile) at a swarm of bees for about two shots. but largely ineffective.
Conversely, they noticed this place and a few of them are on their way.
"That's you adventurers, you can't take them down, can you?
I know, but I ask just in case.
"Naturally. If you're in a cave, you can't fight in an open place like this."
The reluctant old man also says, as a matter of course.
A cannibal bee is a giant bee that is 50 cm long.
People eat, but animals, not just people, seem to do anything.
Especially mammals.
Covered in hard outer skin, they fly around at high speeds, and many attack at the same time.
Indeed, other than one-on-one in the dungeon, he is not a challenging presence to fight.
We have to go.
I'll get the knight up.
To literally go smashing in the worst flesh and ammunition battle.
Though a good warcraft, the attack power of a cannibal bee cannot damage a knight.
No matter how luxurious the old lady is.
I know that, so is the reluctant old man.
"Oh, good luck."
Let the old lady (Old Lady) walk out toward the wreckage of the nest as she hears the words.
(Hope it doesn't hurt)
It looks like a cannibal bee flying syringe to me right now.
Target and defeat a few of them that were coming towards you, straight to the right.
(Wow, you guys put on a pretty good chamber)
Of a man-eater bee flying nearby, the heavy bass is awesome. Looks like a modified two or four wheel.
I wave selflessly at the sound and slap a man-eater bee.
So I had a delightful discovery.
(That doesn't hurt)
I have a feeling I hit my body.
But there's no pain.
I still have a bee in front of me, working hard to stab a needle in the knight's left armor, but I don't feel anything.
(Good, less aggressive)
If only so many people-eating bees had come with needle-like pain.
Just imagine so, chills run.
I kept waving the knight's hand, reassuring him that I wasn't.
(Mostly, you're done)
Most of the people-eating bees that flew around the knight's perimeter and continued to attack were also slapped down.
But then.
"Ngah!!
I screamed.
There was a stabbing pain in the right armpit.
When I saw it, one man-eater bee was stabbing the knight's armpit.
He's shoving his butt left and right, and he's shoving a needle in.
Immediately with his left hand, he crushed his knob.
(What? Why did that hurt?
I don't know.
But right now, we have to get rid of these guys.
If I don't, I'll be stabbed again.
I slapped them off carefully, one at a time.
"Hey, tired."
A team of adventurers came when they saw the cannibals were gone.
I check the surroundings and clean them.
I'll be on the spot in case the bee that was out comes back.
I knocked down a few return bees, but they didn't come after.
A long time later, a team of adventurers confirmed the annihilation of the cannibal bee.
All we have to do is withdraw.
"Are you there?
During that farewell greeting, the reluctant old man came with a big hemp bag and said so.
"What is it? It is"
"Hachinoko."
If you look closely, the hemp bag is in motion.
"What do you use it for?"
There are many uses, but the reluctant old man puts his hand on his chin and thinks.
"Eat, it's good"
"... that's the larvae of a 'man-eater' bee, right?"
To my words, the reluctant old man laughed a lot about what was funny.
People eat, but they say they haven't been attacked around here except by livestock.
"So don't worry"
I was recommended so overlapping, but I refrained from doing so.
The honeysuckle doesn't look like a bad drop. The reluctant old man was happy to say that it was bad.
In this way, this request could also be successfully accomplished.
Wang Du, Merchant Guild, Reception Room.
There was a gathering of guild chiefs, deputy guild chiefs of the merchant guild, plus the old man who was with Tauro on the shore of the lake, the so-called branch people.
"Thanks to you, the streets are ready to pass. Knight dispatch, thank you."
The old man bows his head deeply.
"It was more than I expected in such a short time and with zero damage."
Santa Claus, the deputy guild leader is impressed.
The guild leader is Nico, too.
I made a good purchase, he says.
"By the way, we store three giant turtles' worth of drops, in branches, but what happens to them?
The old man puts out a list of drops.
I want to deal with it in the branch if I can, the thought is all over my face.
In contrast, the Alliance leaders reacted bluntly.
"Drops?
Santa doesn't seem to understand one thing right now.
The old man continues his words with a strange look.
"It's a drop. If you take down a giant turtle, you'll get out, right?
The guild leader reacts to that word.
"... you knocked him down? Giant turtle."
The old man nods with a normal face. As such, the guild chief and Santa looked at each other.
They ordered Tauro to repel.
Threatens and drives away four giant turtles with Ranged Attack Magic.
My legs are slow, but I may struggle because I have more than one.
That was the perception.
It was totally unexpected that he would defeat it.
"It's hard to beat three and get rid of one."
Santa raised her admired voice. But the old man corrects that.
"No, all four of them were knocked down. However, one of them was severely damaged and left no drops."
The often silent Alliance Commander and Santa decided to hear Tauro play first.
The old man starts explaining by gesturing.
"... No, you said it was all a blow?
Santa shakes her head.
"It doesn't seem like a good shopping, etc."
The Alliance Leader's smile deepens.
The old man was unaware of the magnitude of Tauro's battle because of his lack of knowledge of the Warcraft.
Unfortunately, so did Tauro himself.
But not the guild leaders.
Giant turtles were not the kind of opponents the knights of the Merchant Alliance would defeat with a single blow.
Besides, one of them is clearly overkill.
"This could make the Knights without noses and the Knights of the Alliance of Business Adventurers better."
If so, how painful.
And how easy it is to do your job.
Think of it, and the guild leader laughs out.
And change your expression, and order Santa.
"You, Tauro, let go. Just pull it out, like it's never gonna happen."
"Absolutely."
Santa snorts, too, to get my will.
Stiffen yourself, however, to the next word of the Alliance Commander.
"Something to entertain."
"... no, the guild leader's hobby may not be very common..."
To that word, the guild chief said, "Really? Answer."
And, like I was a little upset, I shut up.
Santa was one of the few to know that the guild leader was Grandpa Goblin.
(Other than that, he's respectable.)
Santa shrugged so inside.