Immortal Sage

"Are you [Soul Blood Alliance] and [Red Lotus Tornado]?

The next day, he was called out by a figure who seemed to be the leader of the merchant corps who had joined him in front of the market.

Grid Yarrow, I'm really gonna pass this party name on to my guys...

This merchant escort also means intelligence control, and Grid's men have been given a separate intelligence gathering mandate, and they think of us as a real escort adventurer party.

"Yes, I'm Ark, the [blood alliance of souls] representative. Thank you very much."

"It's a [Red Lotus Tornado] representative's tin"

Mark and Canade greet us as representatives under the pseudonym Grid prepared for us...

"Even Mr. Ark."

"That's a better name than Mark."

Holly and I were desperate to laugh.

Julia's staring at the cockroach, but it's gorgeously through.

"We both laugh too much..."

That's what Chris says about us, but the real thing is that he's laughing...

Honestly, no wonder the sizkas aren't laughing.

"Also, if you have the opportunity to use a pseudonym, the [Soul Blood Alliance] representative will decide in Mr. Ark."

"Buh!!

Holly, fuck you because you're about to blow it out!!

Mark's shoulder is shaking with a pull!

Probably got blue bars standing on your forehead, that one.

Seriously, it must have been Mark who wanted to yell at us, but we can't let the merchants know who we are, so he arrives at the escort desperately and patiently.

Julia manages to forgive me, but I feel like I'm about to explode.

"You guys... remember that"

"Okay, Ark."

It was Mark who encouraged me and Holly to be prepared with a dosty voice, but Holly is even more provocative, so he's raising blood on his head.

In about two days from the city of Lane, we plan to reach the border with the Rasgakan Empire.

The merchants advance on a four-day journey from the border to the Imperial City.

Once you can infiltrate the Imperial Capital, you will be able to infiltrate and ambush with metastases from now on.

It would be perfect if we buried the Demon Stone in the Empire, which granted the Devil's Square of Transfer just in case.

Since such a purpose is paramount, it is a major premise not to be forced to collect the information itself.

Since only Father and Ellie and His Majesty the King know about the transfer, the Grid thinks we're on a dangerous mission, but it's true that infiltration is quite easy.

"I'm going to be camping here at night tonight, so I need you all on a vigilance mission."

Carldon (tentatively), the leader of this merchant squad, tells Mark and Canade about the night camp.

(tentatively) because of prejudice that they, the intelligence agents, would be using pseudonyms...

"I'll take care of it. The name of your son Ark of Frenzy is not Dade."

"Oh, you're young, but you have two names?"

Holly, are you gonna kill my abs?

Mark's about to run out of blood vessels in his forehead.

"More and more, you have terrible settings..."

'............... it's time for my abs to be at their limit'

Wolf... I'm not playing with the mark.

I'm sympathetic Chris, but I'm desperate to laugh too close to the limit...

I'm looking at that. Julia's starting to look pretty.

I'm sure Mark and Julia can be really angry with us if we put up a sound insulation junction, but there's no way Holly and I know that.

"When you're done escorting the merchants... be prepared, child magician (Chinchclin)"

"Master Wolf, your son in frenzy abuses you. Please help me. '

... Mark, I know how you feel, but even if you say that, Holly's jokes just get more degrees.

Time to grow up...

Shizka and the others are taking turns, and this evening we are set on a vigilance mission.

Since sleep interruptions drain your health, me and Mark are in charge of the third and fourth watch.

Dinner is not a hot stand-up dish prepared for storage in different spaces, but a classic menu of hard bread and dried meat prepared by the merchants.

It's infiltration while manipulating information using a pseudonym, so don't do anything bad and make extra information leak... I mean, it's a cloud mud difference considering the recent meal...

Humans say they won't be able to get out of the luxury they remember once, but it was true.

"The rice tastes bad, some kids are getting involved, and they're telling me where to take this stress!

"Look, Mark... I'm not upset"

Julia is forgiving me, but Mark feels stressed and on the verge of an outburst.

Holly, who understands that this infiltration will fail when it erupts here, makes it as if she understands the limits of Mark's stress.

Watching the subtleties around here makes sense to Mark and Holly...

I really don't know if we're close or not.

And Julia......

Thank you.