I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"By the way, miles. How was the magic guide dojo?

Mavis spoke to Miles as he managed to escape the lady's attack.

I didn't force myself to shake it, I was really concerned. It makes no sense for everyone to go further in the meantime when they say that they have acquired new moves due to special training.

No, it doesn't make sense.

Each person's abilities rise and, as a result, their abilities as a party increase in multiplication rather than addition. That is a great thing to welcome.

... it's just that Mavis is in trouble...

Mavis only wants to distance himself from everyone. Yet everyone goes further and what do we do...

Asked Mavis anxiously, Miles, who certainly didn't know that, thought Mavis was looking forward to seeing how much they had grown. And I answered with a soggy face.

"Well, that's..."

"It's a good place to fall short of expectations!

"Dangerously, I almost threw my money away in the dob!

Miles is disappointed, Lena pumps, and Pauline feels annoyed, a cursing storm. Apparently, it fell short of expectations.

"It was a touch of a former court magician, so I was hoping...

Me, I'm just a little self-taught by teachers in school and training school, so I wanted to take the teachings of a leading magician who studied and trained formally once... "

Whether at Eckland School or Hunter Training School, Miles could not be said to have received real instruction because he had concealed (squeaked) strength when it came to magic.

"You couldn't?

"Yes...... I gave him a tour, I showed him exemplary martial arts, and I got a little guidance..."

"Slower than us unchanging magic, less powerful than us attacking magic, and instead of piercing our fences, one scratch, one unwavering fence-piercing attack..."

From the side, Lena pinched her mouth. That was followed by Pauline......

"That quote, 'Where's the spinner, get the hell out of here!' They yelled at me and scattered sand!

If you want to sprinkle it, it's usually salt! Don't you even know how much salt money is for sprinkling sand or something called shame, something called shame!!

Pauline was eating at odd places. Perhaps that's unacceptable because merchants are commercially good when they are substituted for consumables that are used regularly for free (just). I often use substitutes myself…. 'You can only imitate shapes like this! Say' or something...

(... good, the Miles don't seem to have worn any new magic... so what a shallow thing I am!

Unexpectedly, Mavis rounded his back with his head to the idea that, as a knight aspirant, he was too inferior and shallow.

But that's when an idea came to mind.

(Huh? But that means that these three are more than former court magicians, and they had nothing to learn from that person,..., to...)

Mavis, stunned. Surprisingly, salad oil set.

Miles favorite, Mavis so suddenly lost himself that the Mavis and the others have a phrase in mind that doesn't make sense.

The lady spoke to Mavis like that with a worried face.

"Um, Master Mavis, when I say a former court magician opening a guided dojo in that city, do you mean a Giralric..."

"Oh, yes, yes, but?

Miles replied on behalf of Mavis, who is not in a very good position to respond. Besides, originally Mavis didn't know anything about the magic guide dojo, so he couldn't answer.

"" "" "Eh..." ""

The lady and the escort threesome plus one (a fellow who was ahead), who was on board but had always seemed like air, raised a voice of surprise.

"You think you're stronger than the Giralric? Just kidding..., I don't see how you're saying it..."

I want to go home now.

With that in mind, he was in the same position as Mavis with his head, four escorts.

And it's a night camp.

There's a lady, so nobody tells me it's the finest inn in the city.

As yet, this asylum is top-secret, and we cannot divulge information until it has been officially announced by the State and declared by the lady. Besides, in the Inn, the soldiers cannot be moved efficiently in case of an assassination, making them vulnerable (flirtatious).

And in the first place, it will be all the more so now that the lady has already experienced many nights of camping in worse environments in this escape.

Nor do noble women care at all if they are seen sleeping or naked by the lower bitches. Even if a dog or monkey sees you naked, just as no woman cares about it......

"You can't be! I care! Mecha, I care Yikes!!

When Miles said that, the lady seriously cut me off.

It must have offended me a lot because it's out of the real deal against miles I was so grateful for.

"... at all, what do you think people are..."

Miles rushing out the tent from the item box in order to forgive the pretty angry lady.

"" "" "Become..." ""

By way of example, the welcoming soldiers who open their eyes in amazement and leak their voices.

…………

And three of the four escorts, with faces like you gave it all up.

There were several night camps from that inn until they crossed the border. There's no way Miles and the others didn't provide a spare bed or meal for the lady.... At Pauline's behest, at a pretty blown separate charge......

So the three escorts I was accompanying had stopped thinking about it for a long time.

"Ugh..., Ugh, Ugh..."

The commanders and soldiers of the troops given such an important task cannot be fools. Naturally, everyone knows about Hunter's contraindications.

So I said, 'I want to hear!', 'I want to say!', 'I want to go in!!' He pushed and killed the cry of his heart, desperately enduring...

Don't! Don't! Don!!

"Oak meat steak, one silver coin. Rock lizard steak, three silver coins. Meat and vegetable soup is eight small silver coins!

"" "". "" What, then? Aaaaaaah!!

Soldiers screaming unbearably when they see the piles of rice and ingredients that Miles has served.

And what drives you that far into the Way of the Money Keeper, Pauline...

To this extent, it would be insignificant if, you know, when you earn rough money against an Imperial soldier. Did you regret the fact that you missed winding up the commission from the ladies for the rest of your life...

"No. Yikes!

Miles, when he said so straightforwardly, Pauline raised her blues and yelled.

"Free service for no good reason is blasphemy against the god of business. Yikes! Besides, if we serve some people, others say, 'Why don't we serve ourselves!' You start complaining.

So the only way to serve it is if it serves our interests and if we thank you!

"Ah, so much so..."

Honestly convincing miles.

... But there was something wrong with the soldiers.

"Why, nobody buys it. Ahhh!

Yes, the lana ignites with fire magic on the bamboo served ready from the beginning. The meat was cut beforehand and the spices were covered. So the first meat is already cooked.

The soup, which was just in good condition to warm up, was already boiling as Lena gently sank the ultra-compact fireball.... Pauline's molecular vibration heating magic was not used for secrecy.

Yet the soldiers do not try to buy it.

It's not like I don't want to buy it. He's twitching, looking at a pot of meat and soup that can be cooked in a jar, and a small unit in mission action can't possibly have all sorts of portable food.

Then how the hell...

"Ah, I'm sorry, miss. We're on mission action level three right now. So, until the mission is completed, I'm not allowed to say anything but my own portable meal so I don't get poisoned, food poisoned or belly down. So no matter how much you want to eat, you can't eat that dish. Sorry."

"Huh..."

It was Pauline who stood up and collapsed on the spot...