Legend

Moving on while a man guides you through Slam Street, a dozen minutes. Unlike when the Rays were on their own, they were able to go without getting lost, especially.

Until earlier, if there were any gaps, it would not have been strange for the inhabitants of Slam Street to attack us, but there are now clearly fewer people after the Rays than before.

"Is this because there's that guy?

Elaine squeaks as she looks around.

I guess I heard that voice. The man guiding the Rays on the road turns around with a loving laugh and opens his mouth.

"Hey, because I'm here. Come on. I'm guiding you, so it's easy to think that someone I know is refraining from me."

The language is somewhat polite compared to when I was first brought in by Büne to talk to Ray about whether I want to improve the impression I get from the Rays at all.

You're right about politeness or the language of the lower wind.

"I see. But some of you still seem to be after this one for that split?

"It's just someone I know who's holding back. Anyone who has nothing to do with me is still after me."

"If you're going to set me up, I'd like you to just set me up. I honestly don't feel good about being followed like this."

"No, I'm in danger when they attack me."

As men also lived in Slam Street and watched the gap to attack the Rays, it's not like they're never confident in their arms.

But still, if we were to fight for more than one inhabitant of the same slum city, we would never win easily.

Sometimes the fellowship thing doesn't exist except for those who have a relationship with a man, but if it was hostile, it might be a hassle later, and I didn't want to fight the inhabitants of Slam Street if I could.

"If we keep going a little further, there 'll be fewer guys trying to get at us, so just be patient."

"A little more? That's where we were about to go?

"So come on. I'll be a little further away, too."

Isn't that nice? and Ray nods back to the man who asks Ray with his gaze.

Obviously it was Ray who had all sorts of unfamiliar things about older guys coming out poorer than Ray, but he decides to flush it without worrying about the usual.

Adventurers are all about strength, and so long as they are young or even capable, like Ray, they can be respected.

... Most people are just as hostile in Ray's case because of his character.

"That's easy. Shall we go then?"

In the meantime, a man convinced that he did not have to make a statement to the end, moves ahead with lighter footsteps than ever before.

The Rays go after it, even though they are stunned by the cash attitude.

And to keep walking, a dozen minutes. Eventually the man stops on his feet.

"I was told to show you around, over there. Come on"

Everyone but Azimov gives a convincing look to the man's words.

Because there were several people in the building, some of them just emitting signs that they thought were quite strong.

(The inhabitants of this slum city are used to violence, but they are never technically superior. Well, I guess some of them naturally stand up because they're only thinking about the ability of the guy who attacked us. Anyway, if you deal with the guy in that cabin with all the skill I know...)

After that, I didn't have to think about it.

And the man in front of you must have seen the sight with his own eyes.

Even now that I'm doing this, the man's legs are slightly but trembling.

Still not putting that fear on my expression seemed like a big deal inside.

(Heh)

Inwardly impressed, Ray throws a piece of silver coin at a man.

"Ever!... hehe, thank goodness. Then I'll be excused. If you're going to do something to that building, be very careful."

Hehe, he was the guy who was leaving laughing...

"Hey."

Ray calls out to his back.

Whatever he felt in the voice he heard from behind him, the man stops his leg without being able to move any further and turns around in a shabby motion.

And the man's gaze goes with Ray...

"Extra, take this too"

Along with that voice, one black bread is thrown baked and hardened so that it is well preserved.

If you're an average person, you can have black bread… and few adventurers prefer bread as a preserved food, but it's still a good substitute for slum dwellers.

He takes the black bread that flew through the air and opens his mouth with a look like a man can't understand what's going on.

"Huh? Um, why?

"Somehow. Besides, you can go now that you've done your job."

"Ha, uh, the... thank you very much"

In the meantime, to say thank you, the man will happen after this. If he doesn't want to get caught up in every rub, he just runs away.

"What kind of distraction?

The words out of Elaine's mouth were obvious that Ray was saying something about throwing black bread.

To such Elaine's words, Ray smiles small and opens his mouth.

"I just kind of liked it. You're obviously scared, but you didn't put it on the table."

"... Really?

It was Elaine with a look that she wasn't subtly convinced by Ray's words, but without any further particular pursuit, she turns her gaze toward the building of interest.

"Don't be."

"Yeah. I wonder what kind of strong opponent you have. I'm looking forward to it."

To Elaine's words, Vihera returns the words with a swinging grin.

For Vihera, who originally preferred to fight, we haven't been able to fight satisfactorily here lately.

I had a lot of fun fighting Cyclops, but still quite a bit.

Not very much, but I can't fight like it burns from the bottom of my heart.

If you wonder if there is someone who can dissolve what you should even call your own fighting appetite, Vihera releases signs of nature and surroundings.

It's not as disastrous as calling it killer, a sign that should also be called struggle in the sense of purely enjoying the fight.

You reacted to such a Vihera struggle, there was movement inside the cabin.

A few seconds later, five people showed up with the cabin door open.

The five of them who went outside are still waiting for Ray and the others to get closer because of their distance.

Ray looked familiar to the two of them.

The owner of the magic item store and Adria, the woman Ray... caught by Seto, to be exact.

(I handed it over to the guard... I guess being here means he got away. Or like intentionally letting him swim and capture where he rendezvous with his people? It may be possible, but I don't think Langa will take that uncertain means. Anyway, if you don't have any other means)

Maybe the story would have been different if Ray knew what happened while he was diving into the basement of the magic item store, but Ray, who doesn't know about the rave and Adria's fugitive noise, raises the question of whether maybe it was Langa's intent.

Still, given Langa's character, I've come to the conclusion that it probably won't.

There is one other guy who seems to be stubborn with a mustache all over his face, a man who seems to follow the man, and finally a man who seems to grow up somewhere good.

There are several glass bottles hanging on the man's hips, reminiscent of the alchemist who was in the information he pulled from the bandits.

"Alchemist, huh?"

"Hit?"

"Come on, I don't know. It's not like there's really one alchemist involved in this case... but I'm pretty sure he's got some kind of information."

"... In the meantime, I'll have that bearded man, but you don't mind?

I tell Vihera that I will never give her prey to anyone else, neither Ray, nor Elaine, nor Beaune, nor anything.

Azimov, who had just met with Vihera, could not see why Vihera was so excited.

Most importantly, Azimov was not used to rough things, and he had no idea that the bearded man, Diaz, was that strong.

(The guy earlier was a beard, but is Slam Street popular?

Azimov can only hold that feeling.

Note that many people grow beards in Slam Street because many people no longer shave.

Most slum dwellers, like the man earlier, are always in trouble for gold, and many don't have the kind of blade that cuts well.

Even if I had it, it could be a rusty knife, so I couldn't even try to shave my beard with that.

Some people occasionally take it away from people and have a beautiful blade, but they don't imitate using it to remove the sharpness by shaving the blade that would be the seed of their own rice.

In addition, some people do not shave their beards for the purpose of hiding their faces at all.

You won't even have to think about which Diaz is in front of the Rays.

"Hmm, shall I be that woman then? What I just caught is that I've already escaped, which means I'm in too bad shape."

"No, it's not like Elaine got away, is it? I gave it to the guards, so if anything happens, it's out of hand."

"Still, so. It's not funny to be reunited with Ray at the corner, but the person captured at that time remains on the run."

"Uh... yeah"

To Elaine, who has communicated her feelings on a direct ball more than she thought, Ray deflects her gaze as she dyes her thin cheeks red with lighting.

"You know, you can do that after this thing is cleared up. At all, mix it up with me anyway."

"Hmm?"

I guess I didn't know what Vihella was talking about. Beaune leans her neck strangely and turns her gaze to Ray for an explanation.

"No, never mind. It's too early for Bühne."

"Mmm!"

Beaune squeaks dissatisfied when she is treated like a child by Ray, who is not so different from herself at the appearance age.

To such a beaune, Ray turns his gaze toward Azimov.

"I'm sorry, but Bhune asks for Azimov's escort. I wish I could have had one of the other three."

"... n"

He seemed somewhat dissatisfied, but still, Büne accepts Ray's words.

"Yeah? Ray, I think there's been some movement over there."

Turning a gaze forward at Elaine's words, Ray saw there that the man who seemed to be an alchemist was giving Diaz one of the glass bottles he had removed from his waist belt.

Diaz, who received the glass bottle, shook it wide...... the moment he saw the movement, Ray was reflexively removing the death size from the mystering.

And wave that huge blade in the sideburn.

Flying slaughter!

The flying slash released with that word flies straight through the air, eventually hitting and destroying the glass bottle thrown by Diaz.

The glass bottle, which was destroyed just halfway between where the alchemists and the Rays are located, produces toxic purple smoke as its contents fall to the ground, spreading to the surrounding area.

Was it made to prevent damage to ourselves, its purple smoke stays only about a few meters in position, and it doesn't spread any further?

"... don't make a lot of crap"

Seeing purple smoke, Azimov groans bitterly.

"What's that smoke? It's a dangerous color to look at."

"It's a substitute for what's called catoplepath exhalation. When I touch that purple smoke, it corrodes.... Look."

Ahead of what Azimov indicated, corroded ground is present due to contact with purple smoke.

"Also, much more..."

Ray, who is going to fight the alchemist, gives a disgusting look.

It's basically a dragon robe with a strong defense against magic and physical attacks, but it wasn't compatible with the smoky ones like the exhalation of Katoplepus today.

More than just smoke in the first place, it can come in as much from the gap in the dragon robe, corrosing the spot that touched the smoke on it, so it's out of hand.

"It's not such an easy substitute to make because we would need Katoplepus materials. It's not technically a substitute for an alchemist around here."

"... What are the countermeasures?

"Don't touch the smoke."

A sigh of sigh leaks from Ray's mouth to the utmost words.

"You can tell that by looking at it. Is there anything else?

"Right... in your case, you can do ranged attacks, like you did earlier, so it would be nice to take a distance and fight"

That's what they said, alchemist...... it was Ray looking toward his pants, where his pants are ready to hold a new glass bottle and be thrown at any time.

Furthermore, at some point everyone, including the bearded man, is equipped with a magic item weapon.

"Are you ready over there, too?... I don't have a choice, if you keep wasting your time, it's just advantageous to take it over there. I'm gonna take you down."

When that word came out of Ray's mouth, he went into combat action once and for all because his distance from the pants had shrunk.