Legend

In front of the Adventurer Guild building. Currently, Ray was facing four adventurers who had tangled with him there. … was confronted to be precise, should I describe it?

"Hey, even if I cry now, I don't care if I forgive you with one or two of my arms."

"I will pay you for insulting the eagle's claws."

Vargas uses Battle Axe against Ray while Zorito holds a long sword in his hand.

Behind it were two people, two adventurers, each with a bow and dagger, looking toward Ray with a niggling grin.

All four remain in normal clothes, whether the weapon was not equipped with protective gear anyway because of the launch.

And there are four of them and a crowd of city dwellers flocking around Ray as wild horses, even as they get their distance.

At this time, if four of Vargas and the others were not drunk and listening to the high-profile people gathering around them carefully, they would have heard the wild horse telling the nearby people that Ray had walked down the boulevard with Seto.

By the way, Seto said, when Ray came out of the Adventurer's Guild, he'd already noticed it with signs and magic, but where he lifted his neck, he would look Ray in the eye and meditate his eyes as he fell asleep again.

Seto, who is always sweet to Ray, but almost instinctively guessed the arms of the adventurers now standing in front of Ray and decided there was nothing particularly wrong with him.

Note that Vargas and the others are unaware of Seto's presence due to the effects of drunkenness and the assumption that there can be no Griffon in this city.

No, it's usually the truth that it's weirder to be able to predict there's griffons all over the city.

"Now, the coveted incompetence of goblins. It's a corner, so why don't we make a bet?

"... bet, is it?

Goblin's amber, blues on his forehead at the dishonorable party name, but encourages Ray to get ahead of the story.

By the way, the wild horses who heard that were also smiling at the extra party name, but a man with a bow and arrow stares sharply around him and shuts him up.

"Oh. It's a bet. I was just listening, you guys miraculously used up your whole life's worth of luck to finally succeed in your request, didn't you? So, when I was doing that launch, I just came to register as an adventurer, and they told me the truth and that pointlessly high pride..."

"Shut up! If you'd just shut up and listened, you'd say whatever you want! You ran out of luck for the rest of your life? Lucky? Finally? That's why the newbie who just signed up looks down on us!

Vargas barks in a thoughtful shake and intimidation of Battle Axe at Ray, who comes provoking me all the time.

The sound of cutting through the air that came out when I waved that axe proved that Vargas was never the only man with a mouth.

"Well, a difficult story would be nice. That's where the bet is. I will fight you four goblin salivas one by one in turn. So if you guys win... right."

Remove the bag of gold coins from the pocket, the knife of the misrill, and remove the mistering from the right arm.

"On seven gold coins, a knife made of the finest misrils. And a magic item with an item box feature. I'll give you these."

The Vargas and the others, who saw what Ray had offered, squirmed greatly. Not only that, but those of the surrounding wild horses who are somewhat familiar with magic items explain how valuable Ray's products are to those around them as they turn their gaze toward mystering that they just can't believe it.

"Don't be ridiculous! I just signed up for the guild today, and why would a kid like you have something like that! It's not like you misled us with a fake!

The roaring fury of Vargas. That's not impossible either. Regardless of the gold coin, the item box is on the knife of Mithril. If we were to actually buy those etc, that would be the reason we would need dozens of light gold coins and hundreds if we did poorly. Whatever Mithril's knife is, the item box is so rare.

But I was just wondering if you'd found out about that, Ray, and I'm looking down on the four opponents in front of me.

"Whether it's real or not, if you can beat me, we can do an appraisal somewhere and we can use it ourselves. Now, more than that, I'm gonna have to ask you to give me what I deserve."

……

Four who silently return to Ray's words, but I guess that's natural too. Vargas and the others are only D-ranked adventurers. This is the first time I've even seen a magic item called an item box, but there can't be any equivalent. It was just to glance at Ray with a caged eye of killing at the status quo where he was exposed to clowns against wild horses as he seeped in sweat.

"What's up? Give me your bets. Having said that... I can predict that I can't do it with goblin covetousness like you guys. So I'll forgive you with all the property you have now. If you were here to celebrate your request, you'd have it, even if it was somewhat, wouldn't you?

Vargas and the others with even more murderous eyes on Ray's words.

Actually, Ray was making a mistake at this point. As for Ray, even if he took all the property that the four of us had on this occasion, he thought there would be some savings somewhere in the inn. But Vargas and the others had thought about the possibility of leaving the money in the inn and being stolen, bringing all their property in the true sense of the word. But this decision is actually not so strange. As a city on the edge, it's a city of Gilm with a lot of security, but naturally there are no thieves.

"... okay"

"Vargas!?

Zorito and the two remaining men turn their blaming eyes to the nodded Vargas.

"Prepare yourselves. We'll be laughing all the way from tomorrow if they make us so vain and run away! You just have to beat that, if you win. Then the Mithril knife in that item box is ours."

Whether you were inspired by that word of Vargas or later understood that it was an indelible situation, the three remaining men also set their eyes on Ray.

"I hear you've made up your mind. Then why don't you leave your entire fortune there?"

To Ray's words, four people take a bag of gold out of their nostalgia and throw it at the place where the mistering is located.

To that appearance, Ray opens his mouth with a nibbling grin. Just at that time, I opened the Alliance door and a man came out, but only Seto and Ray, a little far away, noticed it because they were killing the signs.

"Well, it wouldn't be funny if someone stole it from me when I was fighting with this left here.... Seto!

It was Vargas and the others who looked suspicious at Ray's voice, but we quickly knew who he had called on.... was forcibly divided.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

With a roaring voice, a griffon the size of more than 2 m long appeared, jumping heavily from a sleeping state to an instant force alone. About half of the wild horses run away screaming at Seto, who stood as if to protect the knife of Mystering and Mithril. Still, it would have taken about half to escape because the information that Ray was able to follow Griffon was whispered among the wild horses, and the ornament was hung as a sign that it was actually a monster or summons tamed around Seto's neck.

... Naturally, some people would have seen scary things that they would not normally see first.

"Hih, hih!

Zorito, who had a long sword, screams and sits on the ground. You lost your hips, and there's no way you're gonna stand up like that.

Other faces, beginning with Vargas, were just staring up at Seto.

With those four opponents, Ray opens his mouth with a mockery in his mouth.

"Rest assured, Seto's hand does not have to be borrowed as Goblin covets. I'll deal with you alone. Seto, I'm going to fight these four guys one at a time. Give the winner the prize under your feet. However unlikely it may be, if these guys become winners."

"Gru."

Seto accepts by ringing small to Ray's words. Check the condition, and then call the Valgus and the others with the Death Size.

"So don't worry, I'll take you down. Look, let's get started. Who's to start with?

……

That's what I ask, Ray, but the Vargas and the others just blued their faces and shut up about where their prestige had disappeared to earlier. The colour of drunkenness that remained on that face until a few minutes ago has also already disappeared.

"Ha, not really.... Well, fine. Then let's start with a guy named Zorito who's out of hips there. Here we go."

Ray declares on his own and proceeds on his walk to Zorito, where he leaves his hips standing dead size.

"Hih, hih! Don't come... don't come!

Did Zorito learn to fear Ray, who gradually approached him, when he desperately grabbed his long sword, which was rolling on the ground, he would be slaughtered with almost panic.

The blow didn't have any skill or experience as a D-rank adventurer, it was just a slaughtered blow with the desire to do something about Ray in front of me.

Miscellaneous fish.

Naturally, such a blow can't hit the ray, holding onto its eyes a long sword that will be shaken indefinitely, swinging a death-size pattern as it moves its body into small pieces and avoids all attacks.

(I even penetrated the water bear flesh lightly, so I better not use extra poking for now)

Even though I said it was just tangled up, I don't know what penalties await me from my guild if that's all I've killed my opponent. So the goal is to all pass out or something? Having so decided, Ray dived into Zorito's nostrils as he crouched down a flash of a longsword that had been turned into a horizontal girdle, slamming the death-size pattern to the flank in front of him with about 30% of his force just saying it was a payback for the blow now.

The feeling of Zorito's ribs crushing in his hand blows his body 30 cm bigger than himself without feeling anything in particular.

While his ribs were smashed, the blown Zorito was slapped against the wall of the Adventurer Alliance...

"Huh!

Speaking, he made a sound that seemed expressible and fell into the ground, sinking his consciousness into darkness.

"Now you're alone. Next, the dagger man there. Come."

Zorito, who has passed out, has no eyes, invites a man who is holding a dagger and solidifying it.

……

But a man who hasn't been able to go about how things are going doesn't even move.

"Huh. Are you sure this is D-rank?

While exhaling, he flashes the pattern as close as Zorito did and blows it out as well. Then the guy with the bow and arrow blew up as well, each with wings that fractured his arm and flank.

I glanced at the three people who were passing out after exposing themselves to such incomprehensibility and just turned to the last remaining Vargas...

"Chi!?

Seeing the face of Vargas spread out in front of him and the Battleax about to be swung down, he flashes a death-size pattern across his shoulder.

Gin! Death size and battle ax to be played while making a tall noise.

Even though he says he's doing a handful to keep him from killing, Ray looks like the first interesting eye on Battle Axe who hasn't even had a blade spill in a decent meeting with a Death Size pattern.

Needless to say, Death Size was created by materializing Ray's immense magic... No, it's a magic item created to be exact. Given the properties and numerous performance of increasing skills by absorbing demonic stones, it can actually be more rare than mysterious.

"That axe, it's some kind of magic item, isn't it?

"May fly eh! Shit, shit, shit. Ah!

Wave down, jump up, and slap Battleax as he stares at Ray with his hate-stained eyes.

Its speed and skill was quite advanced, and it wasn't surprising to say that if viewers saw it, they would have more combat ability than a D-rank adventurer. With less sword muscle and nothing, it would just be better than Zorito, who was wielding a long sword in the dark cloud.

Actually, it's only been some time since Ray showed his nature that Vargas is returning it to me, albeit somewhat.

But Vargas's desperate onslaught is not such a difficult story to tell off if he has Ray's physical abilities or high five senses. The swung down blow dodges the body by half-rotating, and the swung down blow plays in a death-size pattern. A blow bounced from a rubbing position on the ground deflects that attack by slipping a Death Size pattern.

A few minutes for such an exchange of offense to continue. Just as much Vargas continued to wield the axe with all his might is also the limit, he takes the distance from Ray by forcefully rolling out a blow of the horizontal giraffe so that Ray falls back.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Distancing himself from Ray, Vargas ascertains how his already senseless arm looks like he's paralyzed as he breathes.

weight loss, which is one of Death Size's abilities. For Ray, the user, it only feels about the weight of the chopsticks, but if he takes that blow, he's being hit with a mass of metal that exceeds 100 kg. Considering that, Vargas would be a good person to say only a few meetings.

"Well, is it time you ran out of hands? Then I'll let you go."

"Shut up. Oh, my God!

To a mild provocation, Vargas comes into it again even though his breath isn't completely ready yet. I guess that's why this neighborhood is still smoking at D-rank for combat technology.

A Battle Axe blow about to be swung down with a scream. Ray, who saw it, beveled forward. i.e. jump directly next to Vargas...... activate Slapenil shoes and kick in the sky! Jump into Vargas' nostrils with a sort of triangle jump procedure...... Beat three places in the arm, flank, and knee joint that have the Battleax almost simultaneously with a death-size pattern before the Battleax is fully swing down.

He breaks his arm joint and Battle Axe is slapped down to the ground, beaten on the flank and broken his rib, crushing his knee and falling to the ground.

Those attacks took place in an instant, blinking one or not, and Vargas passed out in pain while falling to the ground.