I Was Kicked out of the Hero’s Party Because I Wasn’t a True Companion so I Decided to Have a Slow Life at the Frontier

The time goes back a little.

Morning. Rooty and Tise are walking in the north ward.

The cold air in the morning is tight and the two breathing out are white.

"When it comes to prisons, you should be fighting magic. A hidden cloak won't help."

Magical illusions that become invisible are first addressed.

It's difficult to unravel all magic, but if you squeeze a specific lineage, local budgets can help.

"The strategy is exactly as I said first."

Rooty shouted.

Tise had renewed her recognition of the brave.

Certainly, we don't know common sense, but it's not reckless.

Rooty looked at the prisoners' day schedules yesterday and had the resources to determine when to invade them.

As a result of the consultation between the two, they decided to take a strategy that seemed to be the most successful, without being flashy but spreading the damage.

Unlike the stone walls surrounding the Zoltan, the brick jail walls are high enough with sharp spikes on the walls.

If you don't have blessing skills like "Roofwalking" or "Hiryu Knight", it would be difficult to get over this.

Rooty pulled out a pierced goblin blade.

"Martial arts, rock slicer"

When Lutey waved his sword, the wall was ripped open without any resistance.

Two people go through the hole cut into a square.

After finishing, I cut the hollowed wall in the same way.

The sharpness of the martial arts was so sharp that I was completely hooked without any missing parts, and I couldn't tell the trace of the cut without careful examination.

Then, approaching the wall and penetrating the slash, it takes less than a second.

The two watchers had already moved into the shadows when they looked at the prison watchtower, which seemed troublesome.

The breakfast bell rang in prison.

Prisoners standing by the table are muttering pre-meal prayers following the guards' words.

There was a bang.

The guard raises his eyebrows but says nothing.

"Sure, dung beetles"

The sound of one of the skinhead prisoners crushing a large beetle crawling on the floor.

An insect's body fluid is on the man's bare feet when he walks away.

A prisoner with a burn scar on his cheek stands next to him and frowns on the floor.

A middle-aged bureaucrat who came here in front of corruption slapped loudly, tired of the dirty and rude nature of these prisoners.

"What is it?"

The skinhead prisoner who crushed the insect was amazing.

Middle-aged prisoners carry the protection of the Grappler, albeit bureaucrats.

He turned to corruption because he gave up his career because he wasn't blessed for bureaucrats.

The frustration that can't resolve the urge to bless you in your usual work was resolved by goblin hunting on holidays, so your blessing level is fairly high.

I was confident that outlawed opponents would not fall behind if they were fighting with bare hands.

In contrast, Skinhead's prisoner was protected by a barbroller.

He is a regular prisoner and has been jailed many times for violence.

Recently, the case was processed in one minute, and the verdict was sentenced without a single word.

He recognized himself as such and continued to live in the fighter and Katsage.

It was not a life I could be proud of, but being able to lick my arms with others was an insatiable personality.

The man with a burn on his cheek next to Skinhead's prisoner was a worker with "warrior" protection.

The man died, unfortunately, with a boring stab. He has been living in prison for another year.

His blessing had nothing to do with the incident that came here.

Every time he sees the ridiculous behavior of the prisoners, he just regrets.

All three have very different values and blessings.

Finally, a skinhead prisoner jumped onto the desk and a middle-aged prisoner raised his arms.

At that time, there was a loud noise.

The three prisoners saw the sound and opened their mouths.

Someone of the three shouted. If you ask later who screamed, they would say "I don't know."

At that time, three prisoners with completely different values and blessings were thinking exactly the same.

"Outside!"

There was a large hole in the canteen wall.

When the guards returned to me, the prisoners were swarming over me and in a hole in the wall.

Hearing the explosion sound is a misunderstanding by prisoners and guards.

It was Luti's fist that destroyed the wall.

The sound of striking the strongest fist on the wall just sounded like an explosion.

The rooty was no longer there when the prisoners ran into the hole.

The intruder was walking along the corridor of the hospital wing.

But nobody notices it.

Without magic, the intruder roams the hospital ward without any accusation and remembers the staffing.

Looking around, he climbed up a window with a grate and slipped through a "gap" in the grate.

"Hello, Uge Uge"

Tise smiled at her return buddy.

Uge Uge responds by shaking one leg.

When he jumps on Tise's arm, he communicates with Tise's "sympathy with spiders" skill.

Because the spider does not understand words or characters, Tise feels a vague image.

But Tise has been training himself to understand it.

"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Uge Uge."

Mr. Uge raised both legs as if to say good.

Due to the breakout, the guards are responding with a total release.

There was only one person at the entrance to the hospital ward, one of whom was now stunned by Tise.

"Skill: Decoy"

When Tise activates her skills, a person who looks exactly like a guard who has just fallen appears in front of Tise.

Decoy is a skill that creates your own or your alter ego.

The alter ego is almost independent and cannot speak, but can perform simple commands such as walking back and forth within a certain area, and nodding when something is said.

The alter ego is like an empty balloon, with no attacking abilities, but it belongs to a system that belongs to summoning rather than genjutsu. Therefore, it cannot be overlooked by the ability of illusion measures.

In his experience, Tise knows that decoys can take a long time, unexpectedly from their poor abilities.

From here, it is a game against time.

The guards noticed that the alchemist Kodwin, who was close to Big Hawk, had disappeared 30 minutes after the breakout had been subdued.

Rooty takes a gag that tied the man's mouth.

"What, you guys"

Already following the dim warehouse in Minato Ward, alchemist Kodwin shook with terror while holding back the wounds that were hurt by the movement.

The man is untied, except for his mouth, but he knew that the two were far stronger than himself. It is not a good idea to go against it.

Rooty responds to the alchemist's question after thinking a bit ...

"I want you to make blessings for the devil."

He communicated his purpose frankly.

"Bless the devil ..."

Knowing the purpose of the two jailbreakers, the alchemist regained some calm.

(I see, why do you want to do business with the blessing of the devil? I thought that imprisonment was inevitable, but I still have hope in my life.)

Devil's blessing is a denial of the religion of the Holy Church.

The alchemist who made it will first go up to the execution table.

He had been secretly rubbing the wound on the bed and was cornered enough to keep trying to delay the day.

(But the blessing of the devil needs the heart of a demon. If you don't have a Big Hawk, you can't make it. If it breaks down, you'll lose my value. You'll have to get some time and take him out of the Zoltan safely. Ba)

Alchemists struggle with thoughts and seek ways to survive.

(Will the materials no longer be available in the Zoltan, a remote or criminal city far from here, with no wanted wanted? Yes. If you were hired as an alchemist to make medicine for miners, you should have a good deal of life.)

The rest is how to explain it. The alchemist shows me he is wondering what to say ...

"this"

Looking at the paper Luti handed to the alchemist, those thoughts were blown away.

"This is a recipe for blessing the devil !?"

Alchemists are confused.

Why do they have this, and if they know how to dispense, why did they bother themselves?

The skills needed to create demon blessing are intermediate alchemy level 5 and intermediate blending level 1.

Some level is needed, but it doesn't mean you have to be Kodwin.

"What, why ..."

Rooty misunderstood why the question was both why he had it and why he had escaped me.

"I use it"

Already announcing his purpose and looking down with cold eyes, the alchemist was unable to stop his body shaking for some reason.

A man who lives in the back society is scared like a child.

"Wow, I understand, do what you say! Stop your eyes!"

The alchemist screamed like a scream and pleaded with Rooty.

"The Devil's Blessing is Too Known in Zoltan"

"so"

In the words of Tise, Luti nodded.

"Otherwise, there is a guy called Kodwin and a jailbreak, so it's better to escape from Zoltan early. Let's move around tonight."

Kodwin was tied up with a rope and hid in a large box in the warehouse.

The alchemist is quiet, with no willingness to rebel.

"I understand."

Rooty is no different from leaving Zoltan.

The next destination is the town where the celebration of Desmond's defeat was held.

"... you must find it"

Rooty whispered in a small voice, but with a serious expression.

There was a sense of intimidation that Tise screamed with a small scream involuntarily.

"I got it, this is the best assortment for people in Minato Ward to say."

"Don't you have to treat with healing hands?"

"No, healing hand skills can only be handled by Rule."

If you're trying to hide your identity, nobody, even the captive alchemist, knows you're a hero.

And if you leave Zoltan, you'll find a healer who can use the magic of “regenate” to fix time-honored wounds.

It takes a lot of money to get a high level of magic, but there is nothing wrong with the hero's financial resources.

"Take first aid with painkillers and cure potions until you leave Zoltan."

The only thing that can be closed with Cure Potion is bleeding when the wound opens, but that's enough for the time being.

The alchemist just has to die.

So they came to the Red and Rit Herb Shop to buy medicine.

When Tise opened the door, he heard a call and a bell.

I was imagining a messy store in a downtown drugstore, but the store was unexpectedly clean.

There were shelves on the wall and various medicines were displayed.

Cases containing herbs that pay off miasma are scattered around the place, and the interior has a slightly refreshing scent.

There were some beautiful paintings on the store's walls, and in the center of the room was a statue of an angel with loving wings. Tise didn't know the art, but gentle paintings and statues of angels felt soothing.

Magic potions, such as cure potions, seem to ask the clerk directly. It seems true that the items on the side of the statue are thick and reasonably good.

The clerk is one man. I was talking to a half elf man while lining up the medicine.

"That is!?"

Tise felt suffocated, that great adventurer who was an oden stall.

Tise tries to warn Luti, but ...

"brother!!!!"

"Rooty?"

The sight that Tise saw at that time was enough to shatter her former hero, Luty.

With tears in his eyes, but with a radiant smile on his expression, Lutty was hugging the man with his arms outstretched.

The man catches Ruty, who is surprised but jumps.

"I wanted to see you! I've been lonely!"

There is no brave aura Tise has ever felt.

Lutey, smiling in the man's arms, was just a girl.