Invincible Saint ~Salaryman, the Path I Walk to Survive in This Other World~

I asked the samurai with the Pope to give me a lift to where I could tell, and after thanking him and splitting up, I walked out towards the dining room.

"I have quite a few people," he called as he lined up remembering his school-food.

"Luciel, come to that seat when you receive your meal."

It was my voice before I looked back, and I knew immediately from whom my voice hung.

"Dear Lumina, Good luck. Let me ask you."

I turned around, said hello and answered concisely.

"Uhm."

From the people who watched that sight, they still don't seem to think it's funny and they don't get tangled up, but they let me take a nettine glance, and I also dislike it because it's been viewed all the time.

"Good evening. Please stay in the pile today. Oh, and today's lunch was delicious."

"Oh, Luciel, thank you. That's a lot, then."

That said, the meal handed to me was more than five times lighter than the person in line, and some saw it twice in real life, almost laughing, but was about to gather more gaze, so I moved quickly.

"It's rare that you all have one."

"Oh. Actually, there's a problem on the border between the Illimasian Empire, the Kingdom of Ruburg and the Saint Shroud Accord. I had no choice but to come around with my maiden saints and cleric knights"

"What do you mean?

"Mm-hmm. Bad for a while from tomorrow, but the training's off. Regardless, I don't mind if you go into the training ground and practice equestrianism... horseback riding."

We re-worded it, didn't we? It's rude sometimes, isn't it, Mr. Lumina? I'd say so, but I can't say it.

"Got it. I know you're all strong, but be careful not to get hurt."

"Well, after we're gone, I think it's Lucille who's in trouble."

Mr Malluca will say something uneasy.

……

"Hey. You know, you hang out with us a lot, don't you think?

Mr. Gannett is coming after me.

"Well indeed..."

I have never spoken to a man other than Mr. Jold and Mr. Granhardt or Mr. Yambas since I came to church headquarters.

"Always a killer."

Mr Beatrice, that is too scary.

"End of Day"

Mr. Cassie, it's too much of a leap.

"No, no, they didn't send you a killer. He's not even dead."

"Huh."

What, why is everyone taking such a deep sigh?

"You should specialize so you can read some more signs"

Mr. Lipnea gave me some advice.

"... Well, that sounds more like Mr. Luciel"

Mr. Elizabeth is blunt? You followed me in?

"I'll worship you when you're dead"

Are you sure I'm going to die? Mr. Queena?

"Let's fight him."

Mr. Myra? It's a mess. Is that it, or is it really bad? Not an enemy, not an escort?

"Luciel, try to escape."

Mr. Roosey posed for a fight.

"Where are you going?"

Where am I supposed to run?

"Right - wouldn't it be nice if you were in the labyrinth because you couldn't come in?

Mr. Roosey, is that always the case?

"You guys, don't talk irresponsible."

That's right. Mr. Lumina, give me some advice. Oh, I've been distracted.

"That's right. Even Luciel has balls. You can protect your balls."

Mr. Saran's old man statement popped up, is it life on the balls?

"Mr. Saran, your room is such a maiden tick, why is the statement always nasty, the father tone of the liquor store?

"Ugh, let it. Lady, I don't want Elizabeth with a troublesome personality telling me about her toned habits."

"Well, calm down, both of you. He's blowing himself up."

You realize I'm here, and you two sit with your faces red and stare at each other. Don't sneak up on God who doesn't touch you. I've decided to go through.

"Well, that's why, but if I was heckling when I got back, I'd work out again without question, so I'd refine it."

Copy that, sir.

I put Mr. Lumina's words on my chest and squeezed my words, having an unresolved problem with nothing.

After this, eating and bickering, each went back to his room.

I went to my aunt and asked her to prepare a large meal.

Then I came to the Adventurer Alliance to get that one.

Good evening.

Speaking up, a waitress woman had her master called because she was different from before.

"... you sure you drank that one up when you got here in January?

The master asked me with a stunned look on his face.

"Naturally. Oh, I'm going on an expedition for a second, so I'll have ten barrels, please.

"... hey, you're a healer from Melatoni, right?

Then for some reason the master asked me to explore this one. Could it be an assassination? I replied freaking out.

"... Yep. It's been a month with the early ones.

"Hey, you here... don't you act as a healer in the Holy City?

Apparently it wasn't an assassination. But why do I feel like I've been looking at you like this?

"No, I'm working at church headquarters now, so it's impossible to live in an Adventurer's Guild,"

"... well. Okay. I'll get that one ready, just wait.

He looked dark and disappeared into the kitchen.

"That look, it's amazing - it bothers me.

Speaking of which, you're pretty quiet today. Is that what you think, injured man? but I could see them being transported to an underground training ground.

"Excuse me."

I don't have many other guests, so I'll call the waitress.

"Is it an order?

"No, I haven't been outside in a month, and it looks like the injured are being transported underground, and is something wrong?

"Yeah, some demons have been active lately, but it looks like the highest-ranking demons are showing up and the adventurers are struggling a lot"

"I see. Is that why the master was dark?"

"Yes, my master and many others I know have been injured."

"What does the healing hospital say?

If it were healed, if it wasn't that bad, it would be healed, wouldn't it?

"Everyone is badly injured and you can't pay for dozens of those gold coins. You want me to tell you to be a slave to the adventurers?

Huh? Did I just say something rude about this guy I met being so angry with? Hmm? Slaves in gold coins? Could it be the Holy Capital? That kind of thing glues my head around. Oh, let's deny it first.

"What? Nobody said that."

"Milinya, stop it."

That's where the master came to help me.

"But Master, this man talked to the healing home..."

So those eyes aren't a reward to me.

"So, if you are, how much will you take on?

"That's right ~. One silver coin per person, the Pope belonging to the Church, the Maiden of War Saint Knights, if I get into trouble, to be as powerful as I can be. Rename an unpleasant street name, and hit your hand with it."

"... then rush me with a glass of temper"

I took the jock with Don and I started drinking.

"Gubby, gubby, gubby, gubby, p ~. Do you want to go? Oh, I'll have all the barrels there first.

It was next to the kitchen, I checked with the master the barrel containing that one before putting it in the magic bag.

"That's no way... No, follow me."

Are you surprised by the magic bag? When I wore the white robe of the church, I headed underground.

There, nevertheless, had been transformed into a field hospital.

Anything you see about me heading underground has been killing me.

No, this isn't meant for me. I guess this white robe is the target of murder.

So a little thing, a riot happens.

"What the hell are you doing here? The Golden Victim."

"Go to hell in front of me."

"Get out of here!"

"Kill."

Yeah. That's a mess. I'm too scared. Almost there, I think I'm ticklish.

"Be quiet, you idiots!!"

The master of the tavern shouted.

Tranquil training ground.

"This guy, no, this guy is a healer dm zombie known as that melatoni urban legend. You're going to help me with one silver coin per person now, but if you're going to complain, they go home."

"A zombie healer?

"Oh, he's quite handsome, but he's a dm?

"Wasn't a healer's dm zombie just an urban legend?"

"A piece of silver coin is not like a sage in a story."

"Hey, hang on, Zombie Master, you might still be able to help.

"Come on, zombie, hurry up and treat me."

Zombies, zombies and zombie calls go up.

Shit, that master said zombie my street name. Wait, it's the beginning here. I was in the mood to speak up.

"I'm not going to take another healing home job. I happen to be here today to drink Object X. So you can't treat it every time, and don't riot or collide because other healing homes are expensive."

I'll see if I understand around.

"One silver coin per person, the Pope belonging to the Church, the Maiden of War Saints, if I am in trouble, to be as powerful as I can be. It is forbidden to rename unpleasant street names, especially zombies and dms, otherwise I will not treat them. I'll start healing when I know. Oh, put together the seriously injured."

Then the injured items can be collected immediately.

And I spinned the words, thanking God that the level of sacred attribute magic was at stake, which was supposed to take six months.

[Holy healing hand, Mother's breath of the earth, I wish to feed on magic, to be the breath of angels, to heal all who dwell in the abode of all things. Area high heels.

At the moment of spinning the words, he conceived healing after being snatched away his magic tricks but maintaining magic control.

When the blue and white light covered those who were within a three-meter radius and the body emitted light, the wound blocked like a rewind, and the broken arm healed without knowing what the principle was.

"Huh. Then let's go next.

"Ah, oh. Hey, the next one. Hurry up.

I healed my wounds with two later area high heels as I pinched my break.

Unfortunately, even if the wound was healed, the crushed eyes and the severed areas could not be healed.

Still, there was nothing to complain or cram at me for treating me so diligently.

When the treatment was over and quiet, my street name was about to be decided secretly.

"You can't use DM and zombies, can you?

"I don't like it because I said so."

"But that makes you a sage or something? He's a healer, isn't he?

"What to do. You know you can't win, but fighting means you like fighting, right?

"So you're a healer's battle freak?

"I'm sorry about the talk. Then how about a cheap healer because he's cheap and helps people?

"That's a healer's guild."

"DM zombies are coming, so it's hard to change them."

"So you're a fine man, like a saint or something?

"You're still young, that's too heavy"

"Then how about a freak healer because you're about to drink that one?

"It's not much different than a DM or anything."

"Then you look like a saint, but you're also a freak, so what about the healer of the Holy Weird?

"" That's it!

"But I knew dm zombies would be the best word for it."

"" Indeed. ""

I treated everything. I took a [dm] call and a [zombie] call, got paid for the treatment while I had a blue muscle on my forehead, and I was on the verge of depleting my magic, so when I stirred up object X, I was supposed to take a [holy weird] call this time, and I left the Adventurer Alliance.

With the addition of a new street name, I swore to the moon that when I jumped into bed, I wet my pillow with tears and worked hard to complain to the adventurers, which was rarely out.