Legend

"... hey, what do you think of this?

Ray squeaks like a shudder.

Brasso, who received the word, shakes his head in a small sigh.

"Hi there... As you can see"

Beyond that gaze were three adventurers who were more or less injured and losing their minds and falling to the ground.

Currently the Rays are in the stables behind the wheat pavilion at dusk. Before joining Galahat we headed to the stables to pick up Seto... what the Rays saw were three adventurers whose entrance to the stables had been smashed from the inside and destroyed, losing their minds over the wreckage of the door. At first it was Ray who thought he was one of the chimps that pushed him to the inn, but the equipment of the fainting men was different. Some were wearing metal armor or or full plate mails of what they were thinking. Considering that the chimps were well equipped and about one long sword, it's probably a different story. Decide that you won't be one of the chimps at least.

"Maybe...... no, I'm definitely here to capture Seto or kill him. Seto is our best fighter. Besides, I guess this time the mastermind Bornter wants Ceto, right? It would be nice if they could capture him alive. It's not hard to imagine how much Griffon material would be worth if you were to kill it."

"So, let the chimps enter the inn to earn some yang and time. And then the fateful adventurers raid for Seto, who grows up in the stables... eventually like this?

Ray returns that to Fron and turns his gaze to three people who are losing their minds.

Even though Seto's own power alone is remarkable, he is equipped with rigid bracelets of magic items that increase the power of those who are equipped. The chainmail of the adventurer, who devoured a blow in that state, has been slashed and torn and bled with a deep wound to the body beneath it, and those who were wearing full plate mail have been crushed with armor by Seto's blow, scattering their fragments all around them.

Even Seto hated trouble after tomorrow for once, he doesn't seem to have killed with a single blow, but this season, when autumn is deepening, if you leave the wound pretty deep out there for about a night... it won't even freeze to death... but still one or two of the colds will pull.

"In the first place, what's the difference between this equipment? On chainmail, regular metal armor. And full plate mail.It's not uncommon to say that all three people have different gear, but still isn't this for too different a purpose?

Emphasis on ease of movement and more defensive chainmail than leather armor. Metal armor that protects the chest and torso, also known as brigandine. And a full plate mail with metal armor all over the body, the gear worn by the three disoriented adventurers was chipped in many ways, given their use.

"Probably, but it's a different way of thinking"

"Different way of thinking?

Ask back as you lean your neck against Brasso's words.

"Mm-hmm. I guess those in chainmail, for example, put an emphasis on secrecy. On the contrary, those wearing full plate mails have solidified their defenses to bees for fear of Seto's ability as a griffon..."

"I see. Isn't that how well adventurers communicate with each other?"

Ray reaches for a weapon that is falling to the ground as he nods at Brasso's words.

Two spears and one bow. However, the bow cannot be used unless it is repaired because the string is broken.

(Even though I said I would ambush him, I guess I was just scared to fight Griffon in time close as a sword, axe, or stick against him. Is that why you chose a broad spear in between? It just seems bad if you think about using it in a small space called inside the stables... well, that's all you felt terrified of Seto)

Ray whines inside, storing two spears picked up from the ground and a bow into the mistering. At the same time, I get the same arrows that were rolling near the man wearing the chainmail.

"Can't you just hang in there for a second?

It can be said that iron spears are quite a luxury item, beyond the current soaring price of iron ore in the first place. Even for these adventurers, losing a spear here would be a considerable loss. That was Mult's word out of his mouth because he thought so, but Ray smiles small and returns the words.

"These guys are enemies in the first place, aren't they? Taking weapons away from defeated enemies increases the power of this one, reducing the enemy's power. Is there something wrong?

"... well, if you say so. Considering the price of the weapon, these guys are pathetic. Anyway, today the meeting of the Azotto Chamber of Commerce is replacing Mr. Galahat from Bornter, and even if we wish to make up for the loss of the spear, it will probably be rejected."

"Well, I guess so. Anyway, if someone was hostile to us and told me to give them a guarantee, it would usually be something I knew about."

It was a mult that snorted at Fron's words, but Brasso shook his head.

"Well, I don't know if it will. Even an adventurer like Galahat should have more allies. These guys are basically just in favor of each other. Then naturally, they'll take sides in the new meeting."

"I don't like changing attitudes."

"Um. Sure, you owe him that galahat, and you might be respecting him. But these guys are simply hired by the Azotto Chamber of Commerce for work, right? My current employer is the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, and I'm more of an adventurer than a Bornter."

Fron explaining as if he was frightened. He was a mult with a face that seemed uncomfortable with such a fron, but... he noticed and turned his gaze toward Ray, who was storing the spear in mystering.

"Hey, wait a minute. So the Azot Chamber of Commerce will end up making up for the weapons these guys lost? I mean, Mr. Galahat."

"I guess."

"Bullshit! Then Mr. Galahat lost his whole life!

"... you know. Then can I ask for a reward to help you?

"No, that's it"

"Even for these guys. I got caught up in this riot because you asked me to crusade Harpy with you, but naturally you're in a better position to demand a reward than you actually are. If you think about it, I want you to take a good look at this spear as much as I do."

"But Ray lends a hand to an arms dealer..."

"There's nothing particularly wrong with that, even as it is now. In the first place, my weapon doesn't really need to be taken care of if it goes through magic, and the only thing I really need to take care of is the knife I use when stripping it. And if you do, there's nothing more wrong with a blacksmith named Pamidor, who just came to the city of Gilm and hasn't reached the Azotto Chamber of Commerce. If I dare to mention the problem, I won't be able to buy a spear for throwing like the spear I just got..."

As we speak, we pick up a degree of stone in the palm that was falling to the ground.

"With these stones, you don't have to worry about throwing weapons."

Ray says it out as he lifts the pom pom with his palm.

(Well, that being said, spears are more aggressive than stone places like this)

At any rate, stone is only stone. The impact will be high when you hit it, but naturally the wind will affect you differently when you throw more than different shapes at one time. In other words, each hit rate as far away from the target will be extremely different. Considering that, the shape of the spear is ideal for throwing, and because it weighs heavier than the stone, it also increases power and stability. You may also consider the tip to be more aggressive than a stone than a blade.

(It is also significant that you may be able to pierce it and seal the motion. If it's a stone, the area can't be adjusted properly.)

"Ray?"

Mult asks Ray, who is moaning with his hand, holding the stone. Roll the stone with your palms as usual watching how it goes......

"Huh!"

Throw the stone you had in your breath sharply. That throw wasn't like a so-called baseball overthrow, but rather one that didn't make you feel hoarded, like when ninjas throw their backswords. It was a stone thrown unfamiliar, but the stone slashes and rips the darkness of night and flies to a tree growing near the inn.

……

For a moment it was three people, Fron, Brasso and Multo, who didn't know what Ray was doing, but Fron and Brasso immediately perceived why they imitated what they were doing now, and Multo turned his gaze toward the tree as if he had noticed something for the first time with some heavy noise.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto, who was inside the stables, probably cared about the outside as well. I don't usually come out until Ray picks me up, but only tonight, I make my own decisions and show up outside. Naturally, he said he fought with three adventurers, but that body doesn't have one scratch on it. The highest ranked adventurer originally employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce is Rank B of Galahat, then naturally the other adventurers will be below Rank C. Even if we have all the means to attack from mid-range and long-range sources, such as spears and bows, it's different from Griffon, a Rank A monster.

Gently stroke Seto's head like that and head for a tree not so far from the stables. At its root is one adventurer, losing his mind and falling.

"I mean, the leather armor is stuck with cutting-edge marks..."

Mult whining somewhere with his pitiful gaze toward the man. Somehow Ray hit the stone he threw. I saw Galahat blown up by destroying a few walls with a blow that Ray waved at the Bornter mansion, and if I made it a mult that knew how much Ray's pure muscle strength was, I would whine with sadness inside.

"No, why do you have this guy's shoulder? This guy's probably hired by the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, right?

Fron shrugs, confirming Ray's fainting man's face but shakes his head small.

"I thought he was the one who attacked you in Pamidor's workshop, but he wasn't. They wore thick, black dyed clothes instead of armor to avoid making as much noise as possible. Mult, do you recognize this guy?

"... that's a face I've never seen. But the Azotto Chamber of Commerce employs a lot of adventurers. Of course I don't know my face. Especially since I treated Mr. Galahato like he was exclusive."

And, leave Multo alone, who boasts somewhere, Ray, Brasso and Fron face to face.

"What do you think?

"Let's scout for sure first. Whether the three adventurers falling over there can beat Seto against them. What should I do next if I lose?... Well, I don't think it was any more helpful than being knocked down by almost a single blow about it. And the man's biggest purpose is to confirm the strength and trends of those who need to be called the Galahats, rather than to say..."

Fron snorts at Brasso's words.

"I guess. And if we can find out where Galahat is hiding in the clouds."

"So, the question is, what are we gonna do with these guys?"

Ray looks in turn at the man fainting under the tree, to a total of four of the three men fainting near the stables.

"These guys are gonna be the power of the Azot Chamber of Commerce once this thing goes well, right? Then why don't we just tie it up and leave it in the lodge?

"I don't know what Fron is saying... I feel like I'm going to lose my rope or something. And then you show up as a force on the other side."

"Well, as far as these guys are concerned, you can say now is exactly the time to make money"

It's a Bornter whose position is threatened at any rate. It would be cheap enough to behave like a reward to adventurers to protect their position.

If we have the kind of people to keep an eye on these men, we want to incorporate them into our own forces. Think so For Brasso or Fron, what to do with the treatment of the four, which could be called prisoners, was a headache event. That's what makes me want to call my head a headache.

(It's out of the question to divide our power. I don't think you can be a fighter, but who can be trusted to some extent... Wait?

When Ray shrugged inside, he heard multiple footsteps approaching him.

Remove the Death Size from the Mystering, and Brasso and the others who saw it set up their weapons...

"What, you guys?"

He shows up out of the dark and lowers the death size Ray was holding as he sees that face dewy in the light of the moon.

"You know him?

Mult turning his gaze to Ray like that. In any case, strangers have to turn their guard gaze because they are most deeply involved in this incident because they say they admire Galahat.

But the person who shows up talks with a grin without Mult's alarming gaze and the way he cared about Halvard being directed at him.

"I came to see how things were going because there was a lot of noise behind the inn... shake it off earlier, Ray."

That being said, it was Vetman, the person who led the armed merchants currently staying at the wheat pavilion at dusk, who had a seemingly well-to-be-populated grin.