I’m an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~

Fifteen nights running on a stolen motorcycle, eight years old on a stolen pirate ship. How premature. No, you're usually fifteen, but you don't steal pirate ships.

To the only remaining pirate ship in the harbor, the rescued girls, the treasures we had stolen from the Lords Hall, the wind magic equipment and the box of thoughts, we are heading all the way to Gizan.

Unfortunately, I was unable to get any information on Mr. Aristotle, but I think it would be a good idea to get rid of the pirates and get the treasure. The investigation has just begun.

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The Governor's office on the third floor of the building. There was a treasure trove down the staircase, which could only be reached through the hidden door. Stone, no windows anywhere. If I stay for a long time, I think I'll lose acid. But there's no need to worry about that anymore. I cut it upstairs. The clouds came out, but the stars visible from that gap were beautiful.

In addition to leather bags containing large gold coins and coins, the treasure trove was lined up with expensive items such as golden pots and daggers with jewels. There were also some things that had the appearance of magical tools. It's a treasure. Yeah, it looks like a pirate.

There was also a horribly glorified portrait of the Little Fat Governor. Why are you putting your portrait in the vault? Of course, I don't need it, so I decided to throw it away. Drawing nose hair and bumps is a nerd.

That wasn't all I found. Depending on how they were used, they also found things that were more valuable than gold and silver treasures. It was a directive from the Noran Central Government to the Governor, that is, information.

There are many things that are not obvious at first glance, such as reminders to report tax forecasts and budget announcements for the current period. However, there are also a number of short sentences that are obviously thought to be coded and whose meaning is unclear, as well as several directives in which typographical errors that are not possible in official documents can be seen. Probably a cipher. You mean a directive you can't give to the public? If we can analyze it, it could be a trump card for diplomacy. I decided to unravel it and make it a souvenir to the village chief. Solving a mystery is about the blood of a gamer.

There were five magic crates in total. In addition to what was loaded on the three pirate ships that attacked Gizan, they were located in a factory like the port. I knew you had a spare. This is going to be good money to sell to the country. I could sell it to a merchant. Let's sell it to Toneriko (the merchant in King's Landing) and Hassan (the commercial guild manager in the trading city).

I am honestly happy that there is a lot of fruit for the hard work.

I've been working since yesterday, but if I'm a salesman, I only pay for overtime. It's impossible to make a whole fortune. Adventurers are wonderful!

Was the pirate ship before maintenance, or was it barely loaded on board? Thanks to this, I had all the treasure I could get. Instead, there was no food loaded at all, so it was necessary to carry it out of the warehouse.

If we sell this ship, it will cost us some money. Yeah, I made a fortune!

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The ship is moving quietly through the sea at night. There is little shaking. There are no people on the deck, and there are no lamps at the tip of the tower, but the lights are on. This looks like a ghost ship. Shall I put the skeleton on deck?

This ship is now moving with my planar magic. We are surrounding the ship in a flat plane and moving it about the water level. Our members don't have anyone who can move the ship. I can't help it.

Even if you don't have to do such troublesome things, it's actually the quickest way to get back to the submarine, but there are people who aren't with me this time. I want to avoid magic. If it's a little faster, the power of magic tools will make it disappear. I don't know, it's dumb. I don't know.

The rescued children are now being looked after by Lucas in the cabin. No, I'm not sick. Are you nursing or caring? Anyway, I'm looking after you.

He should be carefully wiping his scratchy body with a wet cloth, wearing spare clothes for me and Daisy, eating warm thin bread congee, and letting him sleep on an undamaged blanket.

I was removed from my care because I had to move the ship and my husband had to do no chores. Well, there are three girls. I have no objection either.

I don't think it's a shame. No matter how many girls they are, they are thin and frigid. I don't have such a special sexual habit as to be able to get greedy with it. He's about the same age as me in the first place. When you see a floating bone, it's probably too pathetic to cry again.

As long as I heard when I was getting them on the boat, it seems that they were taken from Ende, not Gizan. Sure, Gizan didn't see the Beast. Noran and Ende seem to be bordering in the mountains, and they're finally at war.

The village was raided by an army of Nolans and most adults were killed. It seems that only the young daughter and child were alive and brought to Nolan. And all of them were chained and enslaved illegally, each sold. Just imagining what happened to the young girls makes me angry.

It seems that these four were bought as pets by the fat Viceroy about two months ago. But it's not for fun, it's for abuse. From the day they brought him here, he was imprisoned in the basement, fed no food, beaten naked and assaulted with kicks. They asked me to "thank you for disciplining inferior beasts and inferior citizens." You really didn't make it easy to die, you piece of shit!

It's not the only salvation... but she didn't do anything but sexual assault. Didn't you see a girl as old as your own in a boulder as a sex object? Or did you really not see it as the same person?

Well, I wouldn't buy a boy if that (...) was his goal. Unless it's a special preference.

... a dog-eared boy and a middle-aged boy... Whoa, just imagining it makes my skin look a little bit bigger!? Let's not think about it any more. That's enough in a thin book. I don't read it.

I hope we rescued them, but we have some problems getting them back to Ende.

One is that we are at war.

Border security will be tighter, and I don't think the extra people will be able to cross the border any longer. You'll be able to infiltrate secretly, but then you won't be able to act openly. If you succeed, you may be pursued as a hunter. I can't help but feel good about saving people. If we bring him home, it will be long after the war is over.

The other thing is that they are not feeling well.

My planar magic carries a small burden on my body, but I want to avoid magic being discovered by women who are not slaves. That means walking or traveling in a regular carriage, but they don't have enough strength to travel today. It will take more than a month to recover. I want to avoid a long journey until then.

Finally, this is the biggest problem, but they don't want to go home.

Back home in the village, there's nothing but ruins. No family, no acquaintances. There's no point in going home.

Traveling and migrating are desperate because of the imminent danger of monsters in this world. It is not something that helpless villagers can easily do. Inevitably, most people end their lives in settlements where they were born and raised, and relatives concentrate on those settlements. This means that all relatives have been killed or enslaved, and no relatives can rely on other settlements. Somehow, there's no salvation.

"... I wonder what's going on."

"What is it?

While blurring in front of the steering wheel, Christella called out from behind. I was a little distracted by your thoughts. I didn't notice.

"Yeah, about those kids. If you're from Ende, you can't leave it with the army, can you? Though a friendly country, there is no reason for the army to protect people in other countries."

That's right. If you're an official ambassador or a dealer, you'll be able to protect them, but not just a civilian child. "

"That's right. Well, I guess we'll just have to take care of her until she recovers, and then we'll have to let them decide."

"I think that's good. As it is, you will die in the wilderness or become a slave in distress. I saved the corner, but it's useless."

That's right. Whatever happens in the future, throwing it out like this is bad sleep. Let's think about the first thing then. I'm tired now, and I can't think of anything.

"Mr. Beat, are you okay? Your body was shaking.

Somehow, I can hear Christella in the distance. Ah, this is it. The switch is about to go off. It's late at night and I've been working quite a bit today. I left my magic behind. Instead, I have often kept it.

But it's not good to sleep like this. I have to park my ship somewhere and lower my anchor... and fold my sails...

"I'm sorry, I'm already sleepy... I'm going to sleep... I'll see you later..."

"Dear Beat!? Dear Beat!!"

I managed to fold the sail using the plane and lower the anchor, but that was the limit. Your consciousness falls into the abyss of sleep.

Sinking in the darkness of gentle sleep, he said, "The boat is rowing even though it was parked. It's a secret that I've been thinking about it." Ah, there is no direction where 'consciousness sinks and the ship sinks'.

I can't believe it.