Less than a week after I began my exploration, it seems that Ramis has also become quite used to being able to fight anything but the Dead Demon. The Dead Demon has a visual, so it's good to know he's resistant to smashing it with his fist.

Even for me, the previous incident makes the Dead Demon think, so I don't have to see him crushed at close range, so I'm helping.

"Captain, if you find the Necromancer King, you're thinking of countermeasures."

Hulumi, who has been doing something in the carriage all these days because there is no turning up when it comes to battle, is asking the captain with a little face.

"Um, sort of. I don't know what to ask you, but do you know what demons the Necromancer King is?"

The leader of the regiment, who was walking lazily alongside the loaded hog car, only toured his neck and returned the questions with questions.

"That's it, you're the guy dressed great, wearing a robe that looks like gold on an oversized skeleton. Sure, they say the end of a former great wizard or something."

"Whoa, you're not wrong. It manipulates many attribute magic, and because the magic is immense, it is also possible to have a series of magic. Well, I don't know what to say instead, but they're brittle."

You're a totally magical-specialized type. If I hit a big one, it looks like I win, but how can I scratch the magic and approach the battle?

If you're destructive enough to defeat your opponent, Ramis or Michelle will be in charge.

"So, what did you do with the magic? There are no shields or walls here, are there? Well, even if you were there, magic isn't physical, so it doesn't help."

Hulumi's shields and walls don't mean literally, they seem to be the role of hunters in charge. In other words, someone who specializes in protecting their allies by collecting and withstanding attacks from opponents within the team.

"Sort of. But there's someone here who can help prevent any kind of attack, right?

That's what I said, a wink, a tear-eyed look, and there's Osama with a barren mustache flying his gaze over here.

Uh, you know what? Well, it turns out you insisted on taking me on a quest.

"What, is that about Hackon?

"Correct, Ramis. The Hackon junction is an all-powerful shield against even magic. I don't care if you pack your distance and knock us down at once or just draw the attention of your enemies."

"That's dangerous... but you know what? Hackon has a proven track record of withstanding Hierarchist attacks as well. I'm talking about preventing the magic of the guy who was after Michelle... is it possible..."

Looks like Hulumi is touring his thoughts with a rhythmic slap on the forehead with his fingers.

I am confident that I will prevent my opponent from attacking because I can afford the point. The fear of being blown away by the power of the attack is borne by Ramis, which makes it possible to deal with it as well.

Isn't this a good idea?

"How about Hackon? If you don't think you can do it, I'll rethink the plan, but is it possible?

If it is possible or impossible to answer, it will be possible. You're putting Ramis in danger, but that's something I can protect. Hunter chose such a dangerous position, so you can't move on forever if you're avoiding it because it's dangerous.

"Welcome"

"Whoa, it's a boulder, Hackon. He's a man."

"If Hackon's good, we don't mind either."

Ramis trusts me. Then it's the man who meets that expectation. Though you've become a vending machine, don't forget your mind.

"They say the Necromancer King only names the King and follows many demons to appear. Let us handle the miscellaneous fish."

There is not even any doubt about the strength of the Fool's Odd Regiment. So is Michelle. The Big Eaters fight the Dead Demons. They look spicy but light, so they don't get caught, and they seem to be strong in the bone system, so there's no problem.

Don't feel like you can do it for what you're asking.

"But this is the kind of airspace theory on the desk. The basics are ad hoc. If it gets any worse, we'll get away with it. Don't miss my instructions."

This death isn't out of battle, I don't hate the style that makes escape a good idea. Whatever you say, the Fool's Odd Regiment values the lives of its fellow men. So I guess the members like me while I'm being complained about.

"Can I ask you another question?"

"I don't mind you asking me anything, Hulumi."

"I don't think this is a bad idea, but how did they ever defeat the Necromancer King?

Oh, well. An operation conceived on the assumption of my "junction," but I'm interested in how other groups of hunters I've crusaded so far have done it.

But if you work out the operation this way, the other faces are outside the mosquito nets, or you're thorough with your listeners. Usually the deputy commander will join us, but now it's Hulumi's private arena.

"The others, as far as I can tell... are sacrificed with a number of violence. Or you're talking about taking full measures against magic. The latter is similar to our strategy."

The former made the worst choice. If you don't know what their strength is, you can't say enough that challenging them in numbers is a mistake, but how much sacrifice did they make?

"The details of the target and the means of attack are summarized as materials, so keep your eyes open. Ramis will teach Hackon too."

"Yeah, okay. Hackon, let's study together later."

"Welcome"

I can't read the letters, please, Ramis. It's time to study the letters of different worlds, but I can't even think of a way to get them to teach me.

Literacy rates in this world don't seem low, at least I've never seen people living in Lake Clean Stream having trouble reading letters. It's kind of a letter that feels like it broke the alphabet, but it's hard to remember on its own without someone telling me if it's a proper reference material.

"Holy shit. You should study properly."

"Yes."

Members of the group and the Great Eaters are raising their hands. As always, it's a soothing sight.

I'll make sure I remember later. If you can get enemy information, you may come up with countermeasures from your function.

"I mean, you see?"

"Yes, Dr. Hulmi"

For some reason, Hulumi, wearing glasses and holding a finger stick, explains the material in detail to everyone in possession. Some tones are tough, but it seems popular because it's basic and it's good to take care of.

Keep the information organized with your head.

When the Necromancer King appears, several demons appear around him. They said that the number had sprung up at random nearly fifty times. Remember to withdraw immediately if it is more than thirty.

The Necromancer King is dominated by magical attacks, freely manipulating the four elements of fire, water, wind and earth, and is also good at dark magic. He doesn't like the magic of light attributes, and he doesn't like bright places. It may also frighten you if you release the maximum amount of light.

Vulnerable to physical attacks and resistant to magic. They don't seem to work well with magic, so they respond with a direct attack main.

And that Ramis and I will only go after the Necromancer King, regardless of the miscellaneous fish. It would be ideal if you took on the magic and played it in the (junction), packed it in time and buried it all at once, but if you can't do that, you just need to attract enemy attacks. That sounds easy to ask, but unlike me, Ramis is raw. I will defend you with all my might.

For once, each of them has also been given a cure, and if there is a slight injury, it will be cured only by spraying. It looks fantastic around here and helps.

Now if we are to find and fight the Necromancer King, will we fight the Hierarchist three times? What about vending machines that have a proven track record as hunters?

It may be an ideal development as a tale of a different world transfer, but it is the vending machine…. No, this is a change of mind. Should I bite the happiness of being a vending machine but enjoying the other world?

That's not just luggage, either. It's useful. You can be proud of that.

"Responsible, but good luck!

"Welcome"

Of course, Ramis. The previous hierarchy lord has unfolded to scratch the delicious spot, but this time let's spill in with the hierarchy lord crusade. Rummis thinks he's the bearer of strength that could be appreciated more.

Because as far as I'm concerned, it would be ideal to become famous as a combination with Ramis.

Now that we are getting used to the atmosphere of this hierarchy and our fears are fading, we can also expect Rummis to be active. We have to be careful with our chronic mind, but the more active we are, the less dangerous our allies are going to be in the fight. That's where both me and Ramis want it.

"Don't get too upset, Ramis. If anything happens to one of us in the fight, it's nobody's fault. Everybody's convinced, remember to stay here."

That's what Hulumi put his hand on Ramis' head. She has no fighting power, but she is essential as an informant and a support for her mind.

Other faces nod loudly at the words. Nobody wants to die, and they won't be willing to die. But you mean you're just prepared?

You don't want anyone to die, I knew it. The bad guys also have human rights, and for whatever reason, you can't kill people. I don't give a shit. I don't know anyone else in a strange place at all. It doesn't kill me and break my heart.

But I don't want people who ever used me to die. I understand that danger is an unscrupulous desire for people running hunters next door.

Still, I sincerely hope that the people here will return to the settlement without any shortage as a single person and purchase the product again.

"Well, that and this, first after we find the Necromancer King. So, let's make it look good and drink some cucumber."

"We drank at the big food tournament, and then we got into it."

Coke sold in the wake of Hulumi's words, and Coke went to all of them.

"Let's toast, shall we?"

"Agreed! Open the lid...... kanpah!

"Cheers!"

The fellows gathered to form a circle match the coke of the pet bottle, smiling at the same time and mouthing its contents.

Something like watching a Coke commercial. When this quest is over, it's not a bad idea for all of us to get together again and have a toast at Coke.