Kuishinbo Elf

The survival of the Holy Land of Militanas, the Cavalry Corps of Holy Light, and welcoming the brave Satsuki into the Momo Guardians, I was on the verge of a further increase in my fighting power.

The ghosts will invade Langsten in July. Even if Alan doesn't attack himself, he has many powerful men.

It is therefore likely that they will not dare send their men as vanguards.

"Phew, your day is hustling too much today."

Filimisia is still sunny today. From time to time (free space), remove a cold ~ wheat tea filled water bottle and pour it into your throat.

Today's destination is Lets Bourbon, an open-air restaurant where adventurers tunnel in. This store sells bourbon cheaper than other stores... oh my god, this store doesn't serve anything but bourbon. They don't sell knobs or any other liquor.

The adventurers were looking forward to buying a few dishes for sale in the outdoor area and bringing them in and matching them with bourbon because they were allowed to bring them in instead.

I stand in front of a restaurant nestled like a western theatre liquor store. One day, I wanted to have a drink here. I pushed the door, which felt a little tired, into the store.

When I walked into the store, the smell of a spineless Han poured into my nostrils. I can smell it, the strength of the soldiers in the war. These people are eating sloppiness and inebriation in Philimisia. I have no hand in leaving this alone.

"This is no place for a kid, Ertina."

A dandy middle-aged gentleman wearing a tuxedo and polishing a glass cautioned me.

It must not have felt like being seen coming into the store, but the manager of this store, Marcus Bonzilla, knew exactly who I was when he came into the store.

"I don't drink yet, manager. I've been looking for the Hans here today."

"Hmm......"

Marcus went back to polishing the glass he had in his hand when he heard my words. I won't say anything, which means' do as you please '.

I never had a drink, but I liked the atmosphere in this store, so I occasionally enjoyed the atmosphere of the store with Al's old teacher.

That's why I know, the quality of the adventurers who are the guests here. All of them are fierce men with more than B rank. But they were not blessed with a quest worthy of strength. He always seemed bored, spending every day drinking like a bourbon bath here. That's why that arm never rusted.

As it happens, I have witnessed a certain adventurer here waving his sword carelessly outside of town from time to time. The face was desperate... No, it was stained with Shura's expression.

I just have to keep waving my sword at Goto Yu, who can't harness his power. An act that can be taken as an admonition to oneself to drink and confuse day and night for the sake of realizing that it can only work in a rough way.

The adventurers of this town were frustrated by its grip.

If you do leave Langsten, there are many quests. But it seems that there is something called territorial territory among the adventurers, and the rest of them can't be found on delicious quests.

Also, according to what I heard from Al's old teacher, they have a verse dedicated to The Philimisian Adventurer.

If I had him tell me, I would have decided it was just a 'curse', but I felt like I knew how they felt.

I took off my shoes and stood on the empty table, wishing to face the ghost with me. They seem to get bored drinking even though it's midday.

One of them, a man of good stature, put a glass on the counter with Cottori and asked me.

"All right, so fight the ghosts. What do we get?

Until now, you should assume that the adventurers, who have shown no reaction whatsoever, have taken the negotiating place with me.

They earn wages for risking their lives to fulfill and live on dangerous demands. Naturally, they had the right reward.

Sources of funding are also provided by Jeft stores and anonymous collaborators, which can be adequately covered by about five hundred people. Around three hundred and sixty adventurers were heard staying in Filimisia. Therefore, if they fight together, they will be able to reward them just enough to convince them.

I offered them the degree of danger and the amount of compensation for this request. But they did not look good.

"That's not enough, hit the other one"

Apparently, I've been looking at your feet. But you can't reward me any more now. Further negotiations were attempted on that basis, but their reaction was on the other hand worse.

Apparently, they were getting suspicious for a long time in Filimisia. Still, I can't give up, I kept persuading him.

"Ha ha, that's certainly not enough. You don't fit too well into a ghost opponent."

When the negotiations were on the verge of entering a parallel line, an adventurer sitting at a table in the corner of the store raised his voice that was quiet but reached the store. It is Gassam Reparton, a hungry beast.

After his defeat, he moved with me to Filimisia, but he kept staying in Filimisia. I'm sure he waited for me to believe that I would get up again.

"Ghosts are strong, irrational chunks. Instead of causing damage if you don't have a special way of attacking it, this one could be fatally injured. That's what he's up to, pushing me over here. It's a small reward, isn't it?

He repeats what he says as if to incite me. I kept my silence on it. Because he didn't believe he was the kind of man to say it without thinking about it.

He was waiting for me, believing in me, who was inexorably devouring my sleep. So I believe in Mr. Gasselm, too, and keep an eye on what he says and does.

The adventurers say, "Yes, yes," and the yaj starts flying. Mr. Gasserm was totally attracting the attention of the adventurers. When he saw how it was, he smiled niggardly.

"So... what would you do if a ghost like that attacked you?

"What?"

The adventurers, suddenly told the story, were upset. Mr. Gasselm was supposed to be shooting me in the mouth, because at some point the subject had turned into the adventurers.

"As I was saying, ghosts are strong. Challenging a battle on a team basis would pay back. Let's see."

Mr. Gatham's team of adventurers, The Beast Fang, was also known to Langsten. The leader, he, admitted his defeat lightly. The adventurers were thus plunged into further chaos.

"If this place gets hit, we don't have the means to fight ghosts anymore. All we have to do is wait for the world to be devoured by ghosts. If that's the case, you'll just be packed with money."

"Oh, that's..."

This is where the adventurers realized the situation in which they were now placed. Some of them will have fought the little ones. But the little ones can be defeated without peach power.

The ghosts that would be attacking here are not the ratio of little ghosts. With their overwhelming attack and defense, they are the fiercest and worst regiments that cannot be fought without the special power of peach power.

"Hey, why are you doing this adventurer thing?

Nobody answers his queries, I guess not.

"Because I like to fight, fight, fight, fight with my friends! If you win and get paid, drink it so you can drink high on your hands. If you lose, it's a reflection with cheap liquor in one hand."

The adventurers distort their faces to that word of Mr. Gassam. The sight that was in the lost heat, I guess that's tightening the hearts of the adventurers.

"I'm not just an adventurer fighting anything, sometimes they ask me to wash dishes, sometimes when I'm entrusted with my grandfather's escort. Cat hunting, I did what I could. Yes, basically, an adventurer can't be just a convenience store, a hero. I can't believe I'm a hero in a fairy tale... I can't stop being a hero."

Some of the adventurers were drinking while listening. Something glowing in its eyes, I'm sure I dreamed of a hero and suffered a setback.

Mr. Gassam's words were truly imminent. That's because he talks without covering up what he's been through. It lifts the hearts and minds of the adventurers out of their chilled passions.

"I used to admire heroes, too. I believed that I could become a hero if I took the risk and built up the accomplishment of my request. But that was a mistake. That can be done by anyone with some strength. If you take the risk of fulfilling your request, you will be able to reconnect with the 'hero'."

Mr. Gassam, who was sitting in the chair, stood up. And look over at the adventurers.

"But that's never a real hero. I know an adventurer who was once called a hero."

"Gassam......"

Even as Mr. Gonzalez, the gorilla beast sitting next to him, tried to embarrass him, Mr. Gassam shook his head and controlled it.

"A hero doesn't just have to be strong, it doesn't mean he can be braver and more reckless than anyone else. A hero of the things beats the shit out of himself, and that's it... like I once was."

He spoke of his former self. Continue talking on it.

"A real hero is a man who can stand up on his own, even if he gets smashed. Whether he has no power at all or only tiny courage, he's still the one who can stand up for someone. Like the lady there."

The adventurers looked at me in unison. Some turn a blind eye, an enviable eye. The heat was definitely returning to its eyes.

"It's spicy on the bottom, I don't want to do anything. I always think it's gone. The next thing I know, I feel powerless and run for booze, like you are now. I used to be, too. Oh, yeah, that was the worst part of my life."

He closed his eyes and distorted his face as if he was remembering himself around that time or even bitter.

"It was my fellow adventurers who pulled me off the bottom like that. This ruggedness. That's when I first understood. There's someone to protect that there's something more important than honor than money."

He looked over at the adventurers again and said:

"Hey, what do you want to protect, what do you want to be? Why are you playing adventurer?

Once again, the adventurers began to rise up with one and another.

"Heroes don't become, what they do best. You can't protect anything you want after you lose it. The knights are losing too much power to fight the imminent threat. If this place crashes, we won't be here anymore. We're just waiting for the doom."

At the earliest, there was not a single adventurer sitting in a chair, who was reviving the heat and radiance in his eyes.

"Those who can put us together put Eltina's lady down. No one else. Hey, I know more about ghost threats, the fear of losing them than anyone else. He who experienced the bottom and rose on his own from the bottom of his disillusionment. They share your feelings. Isn't that why you're here to ask me to do you a favor?!?

The adventurers were silent and affirming it.

"Hey, you guys, this super-do emergency quest... why don't you do it?

Ugh, good man.

With the most well-dressed expression, Mr. Gassam invited the adventurers. It was about that moment, the roar of the Hans roared into the store as if the ground rang.

At the earliest, no adventurer kept smoking, it was the warriors with hot souls who got back alive here.

"Let's do it, ghost exorcism! If you win, hero! If we lose, we perish! This big beating is worth risking your life for!

Mr. Gassam laughed. a feverish laugh, which was symbolic of him.

Yes... a strong smile for those who know the bottom and still stand up to wear.

"Thank you, Mr. Gasserm! Thanks, guys! Join me in protecting this country... the future of the world!!

All thanks to Mr. Gassam, I was able to get the help of the Philimisian adventurers.