Legend

"Ray, are you here!?

Seeing the man jumping in screaming like that, Ray thought only for a moment to remember something... and immediately understood who was right in front of him.

Azot Chamber of Commerce and Bornter worried about what to do with it until not long ago. He said it was Mult, one of the adventurers employed there.

"Oh, I'm here, though. What's all this fuss?

He bleeds from several parts of his body, and his left shoulder, visible only for a moment, is stabbed with an arrow from behind. I don't think it's supposed to be very peaceful all over the city, and I quickly throw a knife in my right hand and ask Mult.

"Wow!

A dagger that flew toward me. It was also a mult that screamed and solidified unexpectedly at that blow quicker than the arrow released with the bow, but the dagger released from Ray passed beside Mult's face...

"Gu!"

Stick it to the right shoulder of the man who was still about to stick a dagger to his head afterwards, and blow it straight behind his back due to a blow of extraordinary force unleashed by Ray.

"Seems like he's got a lot of noisy customers."

"Huh? Ah, oh. No..."

You must have understood that you had one hair in crisis. Mult rushes into the workshop in a breathtaking manner.

"Damn, I didn't expect you to come back from the request and get into trouble early. Hey, kid. Hey, come here!

Fron pulls the mult into the workshop and bites a piece of cloth that was near its mouth.

"Damn it!

He was a mult groaning all of a sudden not to say what he would do to the act, but Fron forced the leather armor off, regardless of that, and also tore the clothes he was wearing underneath and reached for the arrow he was stabbing at Mult's left shoulder.

"You won't be disturbed with these arrows growing from your shoulders. It may hurt a little, but be patient...... hey!

Good thing the cloth runs out and Mult can't talk busily, he reaches out to the arrow growing out of his shoulder unconstructively... and pulls it out for a breath!

"Gu, gu!

Mult, to say the least, chewed through the cloth cut stuffed in his mouth by too much of the act, but Fron confirms the arrows pulled out in a familiar manner.

"Hmm, you don't say poison arrows or anything like that for now. Should I say I was lucky, or didn't the other one have a serious intent to kill again? Well, fine. Pamidor, this is a blacksmith's workshop, so you have one or two potions for when you get hurt. Give me a loan."

"... Well, I have to ask this guy what's going on. Can't you help it?... Look, I lent it to you, so give it back properly. It's a very expensive potion."

"Make it this kid, not me."

The only way I can say it is rough is to pull the arrow out forcefully and turn your gaze toward Mult, who is groaning at the pain, tilting the bottle containing the potion and applying the liquid to the wound on his left shoulder.

"Gu... hu, hu, hu..."

Has the treatment with potion also largely healed the wound pain - most of that pain was due to the forcefully pulled out fron - but eventually Mult makes it easier to breathe. As he sees how it is, Ray leaves the workshop to the surface and looks around.

The first scene that came into my eyes was when two bandit-like men were falling to the ground. And the last one, the bandit with the short spear, also blows up and hits the wall due to another blow to the forefoot waved by Seto, leaving him unconscious.

And all that's left is one guy with a bow and arrow from a distance from Seto...

"Come on out, we know you're hiding out there."

Chirali, and Ray, who tells as he turns his gaze to the shadow of the building near the workshop.

But there is no sign of anyone coming out of its shadow.

Ray waited for a while as he turned his gaze toward the shadow of the building, but when he waited for about 30 seconds and saw no sign of anyone coming out, he sighed and approached the man who had lost his mind by being pierced through his right shoulder by a dagger he threw earlier.

"Sorry, if I resent you, resent the people who abandoned you."

Speak up to a man who is losing his mind and pulls the dagger unconstitutionally buried to the very bottom on his right shoulder.

Bikun, did you feel the pain even if you were fainting. A man who only cramps hard once.

Keep your gaze on the dagger...... then your gaze on the long sword the man is holding.

An ordinary, cheap sword made of iron. Still, the price of iron ore is up on the Harpy thing. I guess I can say it's pretty expensive now, but Ray takes that long sword away, regardless of that......

"Huh!"

Hold a sword pattern and throw it straight into the shadow of the building.

Unlike spears, a sword is only the subject's weapon to wield. In other words, it is normal to fly away while spinning in the air due to the center of gravity of the sword itself, even if you throw it... in Ray's case, because you threw your hand away from the pattern of the sword at a time when the sword's body was in a straight line when you threw it, the sword flies away while slashing and tearing the air in a straight line without spinning.

"Chi!

It was two men with spears and a stick who showed up with tongue-beating. I'm wearing thick clothes that are hard to hear, not metal armor, probably because of the emphasis on lightness and lurking in the darkness of the night. And just in case, you mean just in case, the clothes were dyed black.

"... hey, you specialize in night combat from that clothing. Shizuku, the assassination unit at the Azot Chamber of Commerce, that's what you said? Well, you don't seem to have the strength to say so much."

That's what Ray told me while making a mockery of the meaning of the provocation... but I guess I should just say the talent behind the Azot Chamber of Commerce. Each sets up his own weapon to peek into Ray's gap.

"What's up? Your target is inside this workshop. And you have to take me down to get inside this workshop.... Come on?

It was a quick-fingered, provocative ray, but the two stood up for weapons, not to say anything in particular. And...

"We're leaving."

After a short grunt, he disappears as if he were dislodged and headed to the shadow of the building again.

I guess you know all about the back alley you're in. It disappeared into the darkness of night with little slowing down.

And when I realized it, there was no longer a bowman who could not move because Seto was staring at me. The moment Seto's gaze turned toward Ray, he also escaped as if he had fallen off.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

What's the matter, I stroke Seto's head, which just rings, and I shake my head saying it's nothing.

(Well, this should tell Bornter that Mult made contact with me. Then you won't be able to make any far-fetched moves as a guy.... and)

Passing the back of your brain is a conversation with Dusker in the Lords' Hall. With this incident as a good opportunity, Dusker had calculated to cut off Bornter, what could be termed the Guild City's nest. Instant Instant. I can say it's a unique decision of an arbitrary character Dusker.

Of course there are decisions to do so that even if Bornter dies, the confusion will not be prolonged because of the existence of a successor to the Azot Chamber of Commerce. The turmoil in this city of Guild means that the adventurers will be caught up in it without refusing, and at the same time it will lead to a crisis for the innocent inhabitants of the city.

Or it could have been good if the land wasn't a border, but this is a border. It's always where the monster threat exists next door.

"I'm sure the great nobleman thinks of it, not an adventurer like me."

"Gru?"

Finally, gently stroke Seto's head and return to the workshop, Ray.

Dropping off his back, Seto also fell asleep in an undisturbed place.

"What happened to the customer?

Once inside the workshop, Ray calls out to Fron and shakes his head gently.

"I guess you felt a difference in strength. I left without saying anything. Strength itself wasn't that strong, but he had the ability to feel the difference in power from his opponent."

"Right. So, in the end, I have to ask this guy about the details..."

Mult was scratched where he ran all the way here, and had an arrow piercing his left shoulder. They pulled out the arrow and hung the potion, and then the wound that was on the body all the time was treated with a coarse potion, and that fatigue probably came out. Now he slept as if to lose his mind.

"Here's the thing. What are we gonna do, beat him up?

"Uh... right, what do we do"

Mult, who had lost his hips during the negotiations with Bornter, still came under Yeonray. I don't even know the detailed reasons, but it was obvious nevertheless that it was a Volnter relationship. I would like to beat him up here and ask him what's going on. But...

Chirali and Ray's gaze is directed to the back of the workshop. It's a blacksmith where Kumito is evacuated. If you listen here, you'll definitely get Pamidor and Cumito involved first. Thinking of it, I couldn't have easily asked what was going on here from Mult.

I guess I felt that Ray's grip. Brasso lifts his fainting mult all the way up when he sighs small.

That power of gently lifting a large man who is losing his mind just makes him strangely impressed with the Dwarves and Ray.

"Well, if you're here for now, you'll be annoyed by the Pamidoles, and it's better to ask what's going on somewhere else."

"Right...... wait a minute. I'm sure I'm involved in this rub, but I don't think you guys need to bother. You're definitely gonna get in trouble, aren't you?

But to Ray's words like that, Brasso shook his head small with Mult in his arms, and Fron shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sure we're not involved. But I've heard so much about you in the Lords' Hall, and most importantly, you don't look too good to abandon your comrades who lived and died together, do you?

"Right. Plus, of course, I have plans. It is not so difficult to know if the Alliance has any handover when the Lord and the others have cooperated and received a request to expel Harpy. I wonder, for example, if it's a chamber of commerce that deals in weapons in this city. That way, we'll soon find out that Nong et al. was the same party, even if it was temporary."

You know what I mean later? Brasso turning his gaze all the time.

(I see. Are you saying that they could be held hostage?... Well, I don't think these two will take the back, given the power of the opponent they've attacked, but there's still something in case. Then why is it safer to act together?)

"Okay. Then why don't you go out with me?"

"Hmm. Besides..."

Brasso, who almost said something, turns his gaze to the flame ore that remains on the work desk.

"What happens if the Azot Chamber of Commerce finds out about this... do we have a prediction?

"... sort of"

A ray that touches the flame ore as it exhales and stores it in the mysterious ring.

Even he's the kind of person who comes after magic items and cetos and says he's impotent. If you find out that Ray has produced flame ore, that's what you'll be trying to figure out no matter what means you use to get a tree that will be gold.

"Sorry, Pamidor. Make a scene."

"Damn, I don't care. Come back when the noise has subsided. I'll take good care of your sword."

Pamidor returning words to bluff. As an individual, Pamidor, I would like to help two people who are quite close to me, Brasso and Fron, but somehow I have a family.

When I look behind the blacksmith with Chirali, I'm the son who looks so adorable that I don't think he's pulling his own blood. And when I get home, I have a wife who loved me like this. There's no way we could have gotten caught up in the commotion being waged by the city's powerful in this Guild.

(Pity. 5 years...... no, I would have rammed around with these guys 10 years ago too)

I throw up inside me and feel frustrated with myself for being the first to think about keeping me safe.

Have you noticed the inside of such a pamidor? Brasso, holding up the mult, shook his head small with a grin.

"You don't have to worry about it. Somehow the Lord has a family to protect. Protecting you is a top priority."

"Yeah, well, you're the daughter-in-law who's been marrying me on a strong side like Pamidor somehow, aren't you? That's not the case with women with such rare tastes."

Fron also nods to agree with Brasso's words.

I guess I understand how you two feel. Pamidor immediately turns that look into a smile after only looking sorry for a moment.... except if the average person saw it, it was just a vicious thing that looked like a carnivorous grin laughing furiously in front of the prey.

But Brasso and Fron, who are used to seeing such a grin, nod flat, and Ray nods small again without looking particularly concerned.

"Well, then it's time for Nong et al to go. I'll come back when I'm done with this case, so I'm gonna ask you to take care of your weapon."

"Leave it to me. Let's get this over with before you come."

"... say hello to Kumito"

"I admire you too, sister, so be careful."

"Take care of the knife, thank you"

"Oh, I'll take care of it again anytime."

That's how we exchanged words and three people and one who was unconscious were leaving the workshop.