Immortal Sage

Not all adventurers belonging to the Alliance are good men.

The reality is that there are villains who attack adventurers who are supposed to be companions and take away their gear and hardware.

However, it is very rare that an attacked person can be charged, as the word "mouthless" to the dead says, and it is also the harshness of reality that in most cases he is banished as insufficient evidence to stop rumours.

In the Adventurer's Guild in Wangdu, such cases of suspicious rumor owners going missing continued to be raised.

Nevertheless, it is impossible to distinguish whether the disappearance was due to man-made reasons or whether the danger to be enjoyed as an adventurer could not be avoided beyond the probability that the body of an adventurer who died after being attacked by a warcraft could be discovered.

Rumors of men are objects with tails, but smoke does not rise in the absence of fire.

Though it feels like half the anxiety and half the interest, rumors, including various speculations, were flying among adventurers tucked into Wang Du's Adventurer Guild.

Within such a guild, a deeply robed, demon-like man is listening...

Interestingly, the Wizard, who had heard rumors about the adventurers, did not show interest in the request, etc., and left the guild early.

Outside the Wang capital, the sound of sword strikes echoes in the woods along the streets leading to the Dungeon [Labyrinth of the Dead].

"Behold, what is this hungry ghost!?

To attack the adventurer, the threesome watching the streets while hiding themselves in the woods was under unexpected raid and confusion.

By the time I realized it, the top had already disappeared from the neck of a man of leadership, and a boy with no expression was standing with his sword in his hand.

The boy with a slightly raised corner of his mouth does not utter a word, but fleshes to the man with the bow in his hand.

"Hih!"

Shortly after he mentions a screaming scream, the man who would have held the role of archer is slashed in reverse with each bow.

The blade that fell off the man's left flank onto his right shoulder ruthlessly took the man's life away.

"Just help me, help me..."

To the sight of two of his companions being slaughtered without being given while facing each other, the remaining man retreats with his hips slipped or trembling with his ass on.

"Ha, have you ever missed those adventurers who pleaded that way?

Let's snort a man's plea, a boy with cold eyes...

The sword held in his right hand flashed in the crosshairs.

Wolfe's reason for attacking a bandit adventurer is not from a sense of justice.

No one will search where they are missing, and the public will never know if they rob supplies, including food.

"Dried meat and black bread... do you want me to get you a sword too?"

Collecting the necessary supplies, Wolfe began chanting with his right palm facing to the ground, Bossoboso.

"He who sleeps in the earth and brings him to the dragon, entrust the magic of the earth to me in response to my request..."

At the same time as the chant ends, a large hole is worn in the ground pointed out by the right palm.

Throwing the bodies of the adventurers into the big hole he opened himself, Wolfe begins his magical chant again.

Wolfe, a big mess, buried the adventurers and hid the evidence, returned to the hut behind the woods.

After throwing unconstructively the supplies he had taken away, Wolfe, lying down, opens the book of magic that had been left in the cabin.

Once, it seems that it was the Magic Master who used this hut as a root castle.

Inside the cabin, there were minimal tools of life and a few books of magic.

Originally, Wolfe, unable to benefit from her skills, had found herself in the path of the sword only with physical strengthening and barriers.

Such an environment had made Wolfe wear the precision of nature and magic manipulation.

For this reason, I struggled until I got the hang of it, but Wolfe was embodying the magic written in the Book of Magic, albeit in our own way.

Gaa, gaa, gaa......

In the woods at night, the birds chirp.

Wolfe, who senses that someone is approaching this cabin, unleashes his magic with the feeling of expanding the extremely thin membrane.

In the magic written in the Book of Magic, it is the magic of magic exploration, acquired in the highest priority.

In his own situation where he did not know when the chaser would hang, it was an essential magic to ensure the safety of his surroundings.

In fact, it is possible to be vigilant around the perimeter at the current (present) minimum risk.

The membrane of magic expanded in the Magic Exploration reacted to strange magic.

Different reactions from daytime adventurers...

Or the reaction of a warcraft or a wild beast...

Above all, the Lord of this magic is heading this way in a straight line without hesitation.

With his sword in his hand, Wolfe chose to wait outside the cabin for the Lord of Magic.

There is a lot of space around the cabin, even if it can't be said to be large.

It is likely that an approaching presence is the enemy.

Before Wolfe, who stood thinking about it, a magician in a black robe appeared.

"Hmm... not a bad material..."

I can't feel any sign of friendship from the Wizard staring at Wolfe, as if it were worth it.

With his sword out of his sheath, Wolfe concentrated silently on every move of the Magic Master.