I Said Make My Abilities Average!

A line that started moving again.

The truth is, I was going to ask a lot of things at the first break, but I waited until everyone's breath was ready, waiting for the miles to return, waiting for the weapons to be picked, and time went by with that noise, and I ended up being too busy to check the situation.

We can't waste too much time, and we take many breaks anyway, so it was at the next break that we listened. It was impossible for ordinary people to tell important stories while walking in a row of rows through the night forest.

When he walked quite a bit from his little pause, Miles noticed a strange reaction of detective magic.

(... brown?

Those who are not hostile are blue, those who are hostile are red, those who are neither are yellow, and those who are in the middle are displayed in colour between them, but their indication a little forward is brown. No, say brown or loess...... Moreover, it was not until it was displayed quite close.

Just a few moments to its brown-like marking, stationary beside the direction of travel. Soon to be in sight......

... was a large demon or animal shit (hmm).

A cautionary marking appears to have been issued to prevent you from treading, or sticking your foot in. Wastefully convenient,... thanks.

(Oh, yeah!

Some kind of flashing mileage stopped and gave instructions against the rear row.

"Here, there's big shit, so be careful! So, I'm going to take a short pause ahead!

The followers passed, careful of the manure, and found a suitable place ahead to take a break.

And the miles turned back a little. To the earlier location…….

"Eh, make a thin, brittle container with soil, coat the outside with magic to make it strong, add the shit, and..."

Of course, putting shit inside a container uses magic without touching it directly.

And Miles was doing something suspicious.

"Of the smell of farts, is the protein system the source of the particularly terrible smell... Ammonia, hydrogen sulfide, indole, skatol, volatile amine, etc., were all gases..."

Put some variety of things removed from the item box inside the container, magically degenerate them, and mix them together. And at the end of the day, the mileage of puffing off suspicious pebbles.

It was a mileage preparation, "a magical pebble that continues to fever for a long time".

The nanomachines stuck on the pebble, who had to follow the mile's instructions, "Keep the fever going for 24 hours, or until this container breaks," understood their fate the moment they were pounded and dropped in the container.

((((((Gyaaaaaaaaaa!!)))))

The mile with the lid on the container again re-hung the entire container with a magical coating, carefully anchoring it to the base of the tree branch. Then tie the white handkerchief out of your pocket to its branches.

It is not a landmark, but it is very noticeable. It also smells like miles and is quite unlikely the Beasts will miss it.

"Thank you for waiting! Then you're leaving!

Miles back where everyone was resting, saying so with a face as if nothing had happened, was to start leading the line again...

The next morning, around sunrise.

The morning watchman, who was heading to the cabin where he was pushing the prisoners in to take turns with the night shift, was stunned by the sight in their eyes the moment they opened the door.

A large semi-circular hole, cut in a wooden lattice with sharp cuts, fragments of scattered shackles, a fitting and unconscious night watchman slipping off the chair, and drilled into the wall opposite the entrance….

"That's a getaway!"

The watchman's loud voice echoed.

"Damn, that's why I was telling you to build a more decent internment facility!

Rapidly organized, deserter capture squad. A man entrusted with the command was foolish as he ran.

Still, where there are no words such as "just kill him", is that a sign that the man is a good man?

But no matter how good a man is, he who goes out on the battlefield as a soldier kills without any hesitation. Believe me that's right and good. Good and evil were only relative, and that criterion of judgment existed only in the number of organisms.

... No, maybe more. Mechanical intelligence, or being beyond the realm of organisms...

The number of capture squads is twenty.

Upon investigation, there was no way that the confiscated weapons, etc. had been recovered, and no one could have been unconscious in the woods in the battle of their bare-handed human opponents. He insisted strongly that even ten people were sufficient, but he was doubled in safety focus because no one might have come to rescue them and neither knew their numbers nor their identity.

There was also an opinion that it was the work of the female hunters who repelled during the day, but I don't think I could imitate that to the young women who were kicked in by the interception team.

I wondered a little bit about the fact that the Interceptors, who said they had easily gotten rid of them, were quite injured for some reason, and drove them back without capturing them, etc., but it's not a big problem. They didn't see the excavation site, they didn't know where it was. I met the Beast Man in the woods and fled home surprised. If that's just it, and you didn't do anything harmful to them, there's nothing particularly wrong with it. Having a large number of unnecessary prisoners has no advantages for each other.

He was a leader who thought so.

Unless a major problem has arisen, the humans will not give the Beastman an extra little.

Even though the relationship is not very good, for once it maintains a peaceful relationship. We should have liked to avoid each other doing bad things and causing battles.

If the relationship between man and beast man deteriorated further, it was inevitable that those who caused it would be held accountable by the other humans, and I did not think that they would do anything so frivolous.

... if they don't even know about that crime scene.

So the escaped humans must definitely be captured.

Even if the information leaks, I don't think the humans will move quickly. I suppose we still have time for a while, but I want to make sure we have as much time as we can withdraw without anything, if possible. Because we'll figure it out in ten days...

In the night, I don't think we have advanced a great distance to the humans who are blind at night.

Even if you know it's an inefficient behavior that just cuts fatigue build-up and mental capacity, you'll be almost incapable of moving due to injuries and fatigue by the time it brightens up, citing things you've been forced to do because you want to distance yourself a little faster. It's really stupid......

Though he was a leader who followed a young man who was promoted to a leading role by evaluating his sense of smell and night vision, as well as his judgment, but managed to stop himself, even though he was about to run into danger, as the young man in that leading role suddenly stopped. Those who followed also stopped and gathered together.

"What's up?

"Yes, give me that..."

When the young man looked at him, he saw some landmark white cloth tied to a branch of a tree and a pot-like container, placed at the base of that branch.

"... what?

"Come on......"

It doesn't even start thinking about it. Time matters now. If we stop here blurry, that's how far we'll go from them.

Or so I said, I couldn't just leave this obviously suspicious thing as it is.

"... you thought it would be hard to get away with this, and you landmark it with the intention of coming back for it later?

You didn't think we'd be able to track the trail so accurately, you didn't think you'd find it, or... "

It's a trap.

Even so, I was hesitant to leave it and move on.

Besides, I don't see why you bothered bringing something that looks heavy and hard to carry.

What the hell did those who did not know about the existence of the Beast Man or just came to investigate or search for those who went missing have?

"... Could it be something we found near the excavation site? Did you try to bring that back?

No way, we're looking... "

That being the case, the earliest conclusion was one.

"Confirm! Careful, get him down gently!

At the behest of the leader, a few young men gathered at the roots of a tree marked with white cloth.

And the moment we all gently touched the container, which was placed on a tree branch about 160 cm high from the ground, the magic coating of the container disappeared.

Pan!

The container played along with the burst sound and the contents splashed around.

The container itself was only very thin made by cementing the soil, and it did not self-destruct only because it was supported from the outside by a magic coating. Otherwise, it would have been broken only by the weight of the contents before it was heated and the internal pressure increased.

So the thin, brittle fragments of the container did no great harm to the beasts.

But.

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Bullshit...

Of the twenty, several fell without a voice.

He who peels off his white eyes and is blowing bubbles and cramps. who are incontinent and wet their groins. And he who is in a state where he can speak...

Yay!

Ghaaaaaa!

Who punches things in his stomach. He who holds his nose and mouth, and his consciousness is blurred as he drips down the fluid sloppily......

"... and no retreat! You can't just pull the guy down! Leave me and I'll die!!

After spitting for plenty of seconds and even stomach fluids, the men wanting to escape as soon as possible to the instructions of the leader, who finally squeezed his voice out about it, shook their own control and rushed to their companions, grabbing the clothes and pulling them back.

But my buddy's body in mysterious mucus stinked. That was not at such a level that the sense of smell of a very, acute beast man could withstand. He continued to vomit if he carried it, tears and runny nose messed up his face, and he was at his best to stay conscious. Inside, those who could not bear to fall themselves began to emerge.

"Take off your clothes! Breathe with your mouth, stay conscious!

If you take off the clothes stained with liquid, it will be a little better. And then we have to get away from the scene as soon as possible......

At the earliest possible time, it is not a place to chase or capture.

Olfactory sensation? All of them, is it something you can use for a few days?

Fight? Throw up, drain your health, in such a state that you can't even stand properly?

"Keep going straight to the water field. Return to the excavation site after…"

Leader instructed to change destination.

Naturally. If we keep going back, everyone remaining at the excavation site will also be devastated.

It smelled so bad.

The leader shrugged with a distressed look.

"It's the devil's business..."

And around that time, 'invisible to the eye, numerous little things' popped out of a ruptured container, crying and flying for the water field at full speed.