The next day.
I heard the sound of the fireworks, and behind it, in front of the east gate of the promise, I made a safe rendezvous with my client Ortio. There's already a line of participants in the tent in front of the castle gate, and that's exactly the time we want to keep in line. I asked around, and I wondered if it was you, Chris. Behind me asking how it went.
Phew, I feel signs of laughter, and, uh, if you turn around.
"Surprised..."
a low voice and a person who genuinely freaks out.
This is the one that freaked me out...! And while I say it in my heart.
"... Mr. Chris, how long have you been there...?
"Actually, I've been standing here a long time before the two of you came," he said if you ask a terrible question.
Unexpectedly said "???" In response to Ortio-kun and me floating, Mr. Chris gently lifted his left hand to show him the bracelet that went through his arm and showed it to be the answer.
It's a bracelet that has the effect of obliterating signs.
And. I mean, is that why you talked about the "guess” item the day before?
"It's not that effective, so I can't mistake everything..."
In addition to the fact that no one noticed us coming here for a while, Mr. Chris was beginning to believe that the bracelet would do more than explain.
How did you know that? I was told, and I thought someone laughed, to be honest. "Will staying in the same place reduce the effect" with such a small grunt?
"Let's finish the reception."
Moving on to the proposal, we lined up in line with the other participants as an example.
Any world is customary, from the story of a great man.
Participants were given a tourist map of the city (Resertia) at the reception and a large sack of hemp, once taken to a plain stretching outside the city.
Participants will gather near the installed stage, where they will observe the flow of MC progress.
If it's a little surprising, does it mean that the lord himself has come to tell the story of the great man?
His uncle, who stroked his darker gray hair toward the back than Ish, gently and softly celebrated the festa and took the opportunity to learn about the city. Then, the festa operator confirms the well-known rules, draws a line on the violations, and announces the competition events of the first match you are waiting for.
"From now on, participants will be asked to collect 30 claws from each team, Morpha. You will be asked to proceed to the reception from the gathered team and enter the competition in the city as soon as you have confirmed the number of units."
"Morfa is a type of small monster, living in Monster Field just down the road. Collect the nails with due care. It's a start when the next fireworks go up. Now, dissolve me."
After completing the announcement of the contents of the competition with a supplementary explanation from the moderator, the participants rush to the field spread behind them simultaneously. The three of us meet each other in the face and head over there to match Ortio-kun's anxious feet.
I see the sack of hemp I just received is for the claws I collected. But 30 Morpha monster claws from the beginning... The team of participants looking over is estimated to be dozens of teams just standing in front of us… this, if we don't get to the finish early, will interfere with the monster's gushing in the field and the competition that follows, hey.
If you think about it, look out for the people in line.
Mr. Chris notices this way, and, uh, returns a laugh and drops in.
—— is that? Is that, like, a nigga equivalent...? (...;)
It's not just a smile, and the air seeped in.
of the crowd that took the place first, all over the field, slightly behind us. We set up a territory in the eyes.
Pa, you'll see the deliciously colorful fireworks go up, and you'll see Mr. Chris mean it.
Morpha, a small monster, is widely distributed in Monster Field near the small city of Lisertia. The point is, “Mogura” from the previous world. It rarely counts as an individual with a minimum of thirty centimeters and a maximum of fifty centimeters or so of nails.
The point here is their habits, and the fact that they rarely count is troublesome. The level is high or about 10, so even if you're a citizen, you don't die that way, and you're not the type to experience prolonged combat because you're either a runaway monster.
The encount is rare and runs away as soon as it comes out. Besides, when I have 30 of those monster claws available... I think I could probably use 15 by simple calculations, but adding to the springs on the field would be quite a troublesome challenge.
That's what I thought.
"Wait for me there."
And Mr. Chris told us to set a radius of about ten meters and stand alone on the plain.
Ortio-kun puts his glittering expectations on such an adult, and what does he do with all this area? with some skepticism. Later on, that's why I was being rude to "brave," but what am I going to do? Mr. Chris, I was wondering if you'd be all right on your own? Well, I had some strange worries.
And with the fireworks up, he seemed to kneel on the ground, put his hands on it and whine about something. I don't have the skills to read the signs of a monster, but my intuition skills detected it, and after a few seconds, I was struck by an unspoken chill and my whole body was covered with goosebumps.
To that unpleasant sensation, if softened, Mr. Chris, taking his hand off the ground, gathered his magic and pressed the patchy electrifying sphere straight to the ground.
So, what happened after that?
"Huh!?
The ground cracked barely and Morfa assaulted along with signs of breathtaking the boy next door.
Probably too early to see, but Mr. Chris swung his sword out of his bracelet and flashed, destroying. Variant and larger morpha bodies pile up around him.
If you look closely, you can't see the cut… it's a bloodless corpse, but now it was the mysterious power of how it could have been “so”. I mean, it wasn't weird even as a result of shattered bodies and bloody dobars. I feel like...
—— Oh, maybe the “Devil's Sword” trait?
I'll try to tilt my neck really hard with some reality escape, but Ortio-kun says from the bottom, "Wow! Wow! Wow!! 'Cause I take my character off quietly and shake it. Mr. Chris turned to a smile he was getting familiar with, checked Ortio-kun, looked at this one for a moment, and then worked to collect his nails.
"Ha... I'll help you too."
"No, I'll do it. My hands get dirty."
"Eh. No, no, me, not that type..."
"... well. Then, please."
Blah, with Ortio-kun's cheer, there's a lot of gaze toward us.
It is unclear whether anyone was looking at how to collect monsters in the ground or how to pull them out of there all at once. As the vast majority of the people on the team scattered across the plain actually stood there and said, "How...?" Because there are many signs that I have finally noticed the problem with the challenge... Dude, what did those guys do? --- That's where my gaze hurts.
Meanwhile, Mr. Kleis in the vortex turns his back well, using a knife with a fallen Morfa nail out of somewhere around him to spat and spat it off. While my gaze is so pointing, the little guy who can't choose “a choice to do nothing” also silently repeats the work with his feelings back turned. Ortio-kun stood haphazardly spread the sack of hemp and contributed to our work like that.
While silently collecting Morpha's claws, there were signs of “ways” spreading like waves from those in the distance who once again cheered and disappeared and were on the side of a team of wisdom.
It seems that there were more than fifteen enemies that Mr. Chris had drawn to him and defeated him in a flash.
"All right, we got 30 of them. Let's hurry to the gate."
If you get caught in the voice, look up and look out.
Standing by Ortio-kun, who tied the mouth of the hemp bag, with a little movement, he said to me, "Come here". If you go there as prompted, pick up the remaining morphs and gather one place. As people nearby, who have not yet worshipped Morpha, turn their hopes to the spill… The brave man proclaimed “No way."
"Grakies Chain"
——— Ice chains of destruction, and.
Kin, and frozen air, stretched white ice chains intertwined the mountains of Morpha gathered in one place.
After a beat, with the sound of destruction playing with Gashan, the frozen pile of bodies is shattered...
The breath-taking sound of people expecting a spill, signs of discouragement without a voice.
Me and Ortio-kun are also in the process of donning "eh..."
"Shall we?"
I'm a little frightened by the merciless sound of Mr. Chris saying.
He just “naturally” took a grand walk, and when he left the bag from Ortio-kun, he prompted us toward the entrance of the city.
If you look around hah, you'll see some teams who have already gathered their nails, who are about to finish collecting them.
"If we don't hurry, we'll be late"
That's what I whispered, Mr. Chris, a little mean, but the necessary means to win... well, even though it's just a game, it's a game... you know, you finally got your intentions.
If you're after the prize, you have to do this. But of course, Ortio-kun couldn't do that, and I couldn't do it, and I couldn't think of anything.
Naturally it was Mr. Chris who collected all this morpha and defeated them, so no one would complain about what he would do with them, and he should not be able to. It was a fair early win. In a fantastic world, not even adventurers to this extent resent. At best, they did it! And so much so that he laughs bitterly.
As such, I struck an early hand as a World War I breakthrough group, but since I was away from the gate, I arrived fourth.
In the meantime, on some teams that have chilled into view, are they collecting enemies... uh, Hate in game terms, or what? He opened up his skills to shake those senses: discomfort, disgust and hostility from monsters, and Mr. Chris was the magic of the lightning system, but he tried to do things with earthly magic and digging from deep places at once, or with a combination of wisdom and power. In rare places, sound magic —— few people can use it! -- is a lure, and by the time I put the crowd behind me, more and more techniques were being knitted to gather Morpha's claws. Most of the participants were adventurers, but it was in the mood to see such diversity.
Feeling what we saw, we crept through the gate from the beginning to the fourth, offering a bag of hemp to an empty sister in the order of a few of us lining up, waiting to be evaluated in the first battle.
Nearly.
"I have confirmed 30. Go to the next challenge."
shown, crossing the street that conveys the walls, walking before the Adventurer's Guild. So I was shown a box with some holes in it, and team leader Ortio softly put his hand in it.
The color of the stone grabbed out is black.
"You pulled“ Arias Route. "Please proceed to the statue of the Holy Beast in Central Square. So here are the instructions: Well, good luck with that."
We were told to look each other in the face.
The day before yesterday, I ran through the statues of dogs like the ones I had seen on the spot.