Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

When I woke up, Lana was gone.

There was no snowy mini pot.

Misranika-sama was also gone.

She asked Makina that she went out on duty early in the morning. He brought snow breeze just in case. Misranika-sama arrived for some reason.

Big rice balls were prepared for breakfast. This is the salt made by Lana.

Ahijo is made with unsold shrimp and small fish brought by Geto, and pickled with vegetables and pork juice. Bacon fried in curry powder. The breakfast menu is like that.

Gentiles, fishmen, elves, and beastmen. Have breakfast today in a strangely tribal gathering. After the meal, we ask Ghet about the state of the port. It seems that a ship came from the Central Continent today.

Air and Lansir have a good conversation.

Geth returns to the sea and I watch the kitchen garden. The buds are already growing on the whole, and the ivy extends to the pillars. The wooden golems were carefully checking the condition of each one that was wet by the morning dew.

Golem and Lars water the water at Juro and feed the rabbits away. For now, they haven't touched the vegetable garden, but it's dangerous after the fruits have come to fruition.

I'm just feeding. The number is increasing day by day. At the time of the previous feeding, the number was seven, but now it has increased to ten. I have to eat or get rid of it soon.

After finishing work in the morning, I returned to my tent and changed clothes.

As usual, put a poncho on the field uniform. The magic sword Agathion was put in a leather sheath and lowered to the waist. Laukan's bow and quiver only come out lightly, so leave it today.

Ready with a familiar glasses-type device.

"I go to town to prepare for the adventure, but what do they do?"

"I'm washing and repairing my equipment. When that's done, I'll ask Makina to study cooking."

And Lanseal.

"Oh, I also learn how to cook. I want to learn a new curry."

And my sister.

"Soya, can you go home for lunch?"

"Oh, I think I can go back."

"Well then, waving your arm with the air. Come on."

"Mr. Sawyer, please come"

"I'll go."

Sent to everyone and left the camp. This is a good thing.

Arrived in town.

The first thing I visited was the Shokai. Listen to their whereabouts.

The next place I visited was a stable, a stable for adventurers.

It is a space that can be used for free as long as adventurers are registered. However, most of the adventurers do not have horses, so a stable at such an inn means

"Newbies, if you can earn, use the inn?

The goodwill and donation of the inn association.

It also consists of state subsidies to prevent adventurers from sleeping on the roadside, threatening the landscape and security of the country.

By the way, one horse is a foal or old horse and 50 gold coins. 90 young horses with no illness or problem. When it comes to a horse, it costs 200. It is an excellent pedigree, and 1000 and 2000 are commonplace when you are involved with a hero. Similar to the values of a car in the modern world.

Looking at the novice adventurers in the stables, greeting some acquaintances and finding the target person,

A space in the corner of a lined stable.

They occupy considerable luggage. The word that came to mind suddenly was "Making Money Night Escape".

"Oh, Sawyer"

Found in Lazarissa and said good morning. In her maid outfit, Frey in pajamas looking high is lying on straw with a stupid face.

"Wake up, young lady. It's Sawyer."

"Nuu, gnu?"

Her hair is rough and full of gaps that adult women should not show.

"Souya, please give me some time"

"Yes"

Lazarissa starts dressing up when Frey removes her furiously. He turned his back and crushed the time with the Agathion handle.

Other adventurers would be novice adventurers. The equipment is used and worn out, young, and full of hope on his face. I am the same novice adventurer, but what is this feeling of alienation?

I do not think they are the same adventurer.

I wish I had dreams and hopes and romance to adventure, but that's right. Will it be played by the adventurer's god if there is it?

"Mr. Sawyer, I kept you waiting"

When I turned around, I saw Frey in a blonde vertical roll in her usual dress.

That's a great trick. Can you do business with this?

"Oh, Nutria. What do you do today early in the morning?"

My name is ... well, that's okay. At first, she seems to be in the memory of the face and acquaintance. Resigned.

"First of all, I wonder if it's better to ask in the future. I'm supposed to pass on the living expenses and lodging expenses for the time being with the tea leaves appraisal fee and the exclusive contract fee."

"I used everything."

off.

"Let Lazarissa excuse me too. I've got a lot of money and just got on board. Lazarissa bought a lot of weapons and the young lady bought lots of clothing and noticed it."

Is it the loaded luggage?

In some cases, Schna and Bell have to be entrusted to them, but they are only worried. Just let Lonewell manage the money.

These two former party leaders. Maybe it was a struggle. Insight into the heart.

"Let's talk about money again and again. Today is an adventure."

"Oh, maybe. I can't forget that I've partnered with us, and would you like to invite me to a party?

Yes, it's a spender.

"Your lady, just fell down, vomit, and go around."

"Ugu, but the next time is the true power of me without exposing such abusiveness."

"Well, I know your power"

Lana showed his cooking partner a trick that a normal wizard couldn't do. The residue is now working in a vegetable garden.

"From tomorrow my party will dive into the dungeon and go down five levels at a stretch on the forced schedule. I want Frey and Lazarissa to accompany me. The reward is 20 gold coins. I have all the exploration costs of the dungeon."

"I'm okay with 10 gold coins."

Did not think it would be cut off.

I thought that I could spoof it, but I underestimated it.

"Are you good, young lady?"

"Good Lazarissa. The passing goods call for ruin."

Adventurers live a lot of the day, but you should learn a bit more planning of consumption. Other than that, he's a great adventurer.

"Speaking of which, Gaslark?"

I can't see Goblin disguised as a dwarf.

"He's back home because he has a home. I wonder if we can live there."

"You lady, is it really good?"

Lazarissa looks impatient.

What is the brave who lives in the Demon King's dwelling house?

"I'll contact him from me. Then 10 gold coins in advance."

Hand the gold coins from the bag to Lazarissa.

"The last 10 have been returned from the dungeon. Take a solid inn and keep it warm. Eat good food, nourish your energies. Don't overdrink and overeat. "

"If Nutria is like that. There is no way to do it."

"Young lady is healthy and can sleep everywhere.

"So tomorrow, when the bell rings in the early morning, meet in front of the Adventurers' Union."

"Yes, I understand."

The first negotiation went well.

Well next.

Leaving the inn, via the main street, behind the alley.

Police garrison, behind it. That shop was there.

Stand in front of the store with the chain of entry permit wrapped in your hand.

`` The goddess of sleep and fertility ''

It is a prominent prostitute. Never open the store's iron door.

A calm and calm atmosphere unlike before. There is less smell of incense burning than when I came before.

Perhaps because the night is a live shop, the number of people waiting was small. There are prostitutes and male prostitutes who are young and unfamiliar with fresh feelings.

"Welcome, oh. Customers."

"Oh, thanks"

There was a beastman blown away before. No injuries remain.

"It's Tutu. It's a place that has recently been poorly served and unfaithful. Just good."

Not good not good.

"That's today, parent."

"Soya!"

You are captured by something that flew.

"You're going to be cool! How long do you wait for me to come!"

A cat beast jumps over and complains.

Petite and supple body. A long blonde with a wavy habit. Pins and pointed ears, and a voluminous tail are characteristic. She looks like a whore here and she wears a thin silk collar.

I thought I wouldn't meet in the morning, but did you meet?

"Tutu, sorry today."

"Nya decides to take care of himself.

"Then the customer. Upstairs."

You will be guided by your uncle. Well, it is really dangerous in this way. In the first place, do you reach out to other women even if you do not reach out to your wife?

"Wait for me"

Tutu's voice gets cold.

I can smell the area around my neck.

"Soya, the smell of an unknown beast woman. Who is it?"

"Ugu"

Tutu's claws dig into the nape.

So that's it. I remembered another beast woman was useless. I hope you can use it next time. If you can survive.

"I haven't seen anyone living and taking care of them recently."

"Where, who, meow?"

The buttocks are firmly grasped. So my nails hurt.

it can not be helped. I'm not hiding it separately.

"A beast named Lansir"

"Eh? @Lanceir? @ A silver-haired fox, a private child of King Lemuria?"

"Yes Yes"

Is she famous? A daughter of a king, albeit a child of a mistress.

"well well"

The beastman nodds for some reason.

Tutu leaves and falls with both hands.

"I can't beat the woman with the flag"

However, he quickly recovers and hugs him. Come on. Like many veterinary women, she is also rather aggressive toward sex. Even though it is still in the morning, I feel sick.

"Please do not do anything! Don't throw me away!"

"No, Tutu. Stop saying anything that could be misunderstood if heard."

"Now, let's increase the number of people!

"Hey, noisy."

A middle-aged man came out from behind.

Black hair, stubble with black eyes, left eye closed, sleepy look. A long sword in a comfortable sleepwear with a sheath in one hand.

"I'm sorry, my dad.

Medime, also called the father of the adventurer.

"Oh, come back."

"Soya! Meow!"

"Small tutu. Really sorry. I will definitely make up for it."

"I will never forget it even if I die!"

He manages to pull Tutu apart and enters his back room following his father.

It's a large room like a storeroom. One window. Weapons and armor and adventure essentials are neatly loaded in the corners. The living space for people is a bed at the end and a sofa with a long desk in between.

It's a room that has nothing but dive into the dungeon.

When he sits on the couch, he lights a cigarette. It smells better than smoke. Maybe herbs or medicinal tobacco.

"And you, what's the story?"

I also sit down on the sofa without hesitation.

Good sitting comfort. Absolutely expensive.

"I reached the 15th level yesterday. I will try the 20th level from tomorrow. I will dive at a stretch on a forced schedule."

"Do you try the mad hierarchy at once?"

"Crazy hierarchy?"

Some words I can't hear.

"The old adventurer calls the nineteenth class that way, but I thought you'd be a man who looked down carefully and got off. What happened?"

"Yes, I asked Lana. I was asking about the war between Lemuria and Heures. Well, I was ignored or rejected. I heard from King Lemuria that I was told that I would go if I had gone through the twenty levels without damage."

"Oh, I see .... How was Princess Raaluna looking at the rabbit in front of him?"

"It was quite calm. That kind of thing seems to be resistant."

"It's in the realm of God that you can do that. It's impossible for humans.

"I know it without saying it."

I don't think Rana is resistant from the beginning.

When she lie, she speaks quietly, suppressing her emotions.

"Well, if you put someone who has something hidden in your belly into the party, the adventure will not go any further. Your decision is correct."

Since the story is likely to be off, I will start with the main subject.

"What I want to hear is the enemy my father is following."

This person is an excellent adventurer. An enemy who has robbed such a person for over 30 years.

There is no problem if you can pass it. To be clear, I did not know the life of others. I want to live and decay as I like. He doesn't say anything unsuitable for wanting to help.

"I'm going to tell you who he's with you, which road elf, but I don't expect it. I've been following for 30 years, but I don't know much."

"Few?"

Does this person have little information over 30 years?

"First, you can't see him. There's no sound or sign. It snatches away adventurers. It leaves no traces or traces. It's a demon. It disappears in a fraction of a second. No one was found in. I have only recorded 28 victims, only 28 in 30 years.

The number of dungeon pig victims alone is 300 per year. Even the weakest chocho can kill 200 people a year. Too little sacrifice compared to anything. That's why other adventurers and unions don't work.

After one person goes missing, the next missing person will be separated by nearly a year.

It's hard to tell if they've been preying on their prey for a long time, are hibernating, or even haven't even been killed.

The characteristic of the disappeared adventurer is that he is good at magic. However, those who are potentially highly magical are eligible even if they are not magicians. Elves are very magical in racial traits. Almost all elves are eligible. ''

What invites Frey intuitively is whether it is good or bad.

"There is no doubt that it is nesting in the nineteenth level. I once searched for it by blocking the upper and lower stairs."

"Is there a way to move up the hierarchy besides the stairs?"

"No, at least in my research, no such loophole exists at the nineteenth level. The only worrisome thing is that some of the walls are uncomfortable. Isn't it? "

"What is a wall?"

concern.

Information that we take for granted is a breakthrough.

"Anyway, let's talk. There was a wall with a strange pattern. I was analyzed by various people, but there were characters that did not match any civilization recorded in the record and figures that did not make sense. Probably the graffiti of the predecessor. It has nothing to do with the enemy. "

Such is not uncommon.

This different world has repeatedly flourished and destroyed civilization. The remaining incense is somehow kept in the dungeon. Each spire has a long history. It can be considered a work of a leisure adventurer. It may be a trace of extinct magic now. Other than that, I don't know.

"In the old days, there were no adventurers with little regen or magic as you did. He was an aristocrat enthusiast who longed for Thruthove and was just luggage except to pay for adventure, but he witnessed this enemy That is.

Two claws like a thin curved sword, wrinkled face like a skull, no lower body, and an outer skin that floats like a cloak on the upper body of only bones.

It was only for a moment, but he seemed to have seen it disappear in the darkness of the nineteen levels.

Nobody agreed to think of it as a horror of fame, but I have one hypothesis.

Enemies lurking in the nineteenth hierarchy. This guy has a way to fool the eyes of ordinary adventurers. So it looked like an enthusiast. There are few examples of such incompetence down to the nineteenth level.

There is such incompetence right in front of you. And put the elf wizard at the party. And nearly a year has passed since the last missing person.

…………… I feel lucky. No, or. Is it a signal to give up soon? "

"I mean?"

Good luck may be me.

Or rather, the misfortune has finally turned into this world.

"I'll lend you a hand. Tomorrow. Time?"

"I'm one in the morning."

"Oh, I understand. As I have a position, I can't quite go on a novice adventure. I'll join at fifteen levels."

"Thank you"

"Because thanks has been passed safely. I said before, I'm not a great adventurer. I'm a fool chasing away and chasing the dead."

An adventurer struggling with the same enemy for 30 years. However, his ability comes with origami. I'm only looking at one side, but this person is stronger than any of the adventurers I met here.

Strong, and I can easily abandon this person alone.

Irvin. Rely on the one who killed you and dive into the dungeon.

What an irony, damn it.