Legend

Of the nearly ten adventurers who were in front of the dirt wall, an adventurer who was dissatisfied with Ray ends up being unable to say anything more.

Having confirmed that, Ray decided it would be troublesome to get involved any further, and started checking dirt walls with Seto as it was.

... The adventurers who were on the spot seemed to have a lot to say about one and one of them, but I guess they decided they weren't being dealt with.

I can't say anything in particular, I shut up.

In fact, there were not only those who complained about Ray, but also those who were thankful for building the Ningro earthwall, but after the earlier exchange, I can no longer say anything.

If I were to say thank you to Ray here, it would have been possible for him to keep an eye on those who resent him.

"Hmm... as far as this is concerned, is there any particular problem? However, the fact that a few cobolts are coming in probably means we've gotten through this by some means."

Wall three meters high.

It is possible that it is not the normal cobolt that has gotten over it than the normal cobolt is not the kind of place where you can get over it so easily, or in ways such as stumbling on your people...

(Considering yesterday's adventurer was struggling with Cobolt, even a regular Cobolt is a veteran... wouldn't it be strange to be smart if Cobolt was like living a long life? If that's just coming this way, that's a hassle)

That's how he thinks, while Ray stands on the dirt wall and looks at the other side.

Then on the other side of the dirt wall, although several cobolts have managed to overcome the dirt wall, they are unable to do so.

If the only thing there was a dirt wall, maybe I could have gotten over it using my nails.

But this dirt wall is frozen by email and marina spiritual magic.

That's about as much as scratching is finally done with nails about the cobolt.

"Well, still... don't bother in case they come this way.... Flying Slash!

Remove the Death Size from the Mystering and activate the Flying Slash skill.

The unleashed flying slash cut the torso of the cobolt without hesitation and continued to release the flying slash several degrees, and all the cobolts in front of the dirt wall were cut up and down the torso, desperate.

In front of the dirt wall on Gilm's side, the adventurers who were gathering just stare at Ray's actions.

I guess I could have largely predicted what I did from Ray's condition.

And I also understand that such an act can never be done by me, and I can't say anything to Ray.

They showed me the overwhelming difference in power.

Especially since the man who was exposing his dissatisfaction about this dirt wall toward Ray can defeat Kobolt himself, but he can never defeat the existence of Ray... and because he understands it, he can't even say anything with his feet trembling.

Ray doesn't look particularly concerned about such men, and leaves the scene with Seto, who was on guard around him.

"As I said earlier, if you want to make money, you should participate in dismantling Giganto Turtle. The reward is pretty good, but you can get some Giganto Turtle meat, so you can sell it for a pretty good price. It's superb meat, so I think you can eat it yourself."

To the words, some of the people in front of the dirt wall looked up half reflexively... but Ray didn't mind it and walked away from the spot with Seto.

"Huh? A wall made of dirt? So Kobolt can't get into the guild... is that true?"

"Yes. Definitely. To that end, Cobolt is headed towards Giganto Turtle."

Too unexpectedly, the man who hears the words scratches his head in frustration.

The man who brings the report doesn't show how he moves to avoid damaging the other's mood as much as he can.

Because that's how I understand that if the person in front of me cares about it, it's easy to kill if it's about me.

Scratching your head in particular is one of the signs that is pretty pissed off for this guy.

In order not to buy their anger here, they have to keep their mouths shut until their boss opens something.

How much time has passed in such a situation?

It wasn't actually that long ago, but for a man in extreme tension, that seems like an hour.

Is that why when my boss, who was scratching his hair in frustration, stopped that hand and turned his gaze to himself, he thought it was helpful and that he should be safe to bring this report? Like, I was half happy, half anxious.

"Whoa, the redcloth guys, they still had quite a few left in the gilm, didn't they?

Coming out of my boss's mouth is a totally unexpected word for a man.

I just thought they were going to say something about the dirt wall.

It was such an unexpected word that the man who brought the report about the dirt wall was stuck in words......

The next moment, a plate with nuts in it flies as it cleaves air and hits the man in the head.

"Bye!

"Ugh! I'm asking you a question, answer me straight!

"Shh, excuse me. The..."

Fortunately, because the dish was made of wood, there was no such thing as cracking and tearing the skin with the impact of a bump in the face.

Still, the blow inflicts intense pain on the man... holding his face down and hurrying to open his mouth to avoid being attacked any more.

"Yes. Some of them have left the guilds, and some of them have been caught by the guards, but besides the candidates for sacrifice, we have secured quite a bit of that!

"... Shit, pretty much. Did you use a little too much for the sacrifice? But the quality of my soul is inferior, so I'll have to make it up to you in quantities."

Carry the zero nuts from the plate into your mouth when you throw them and chew them up, thinking about what's best to do now.

I don't want to borrow the other guys' hands if I can, more than I am currently the one partitioning this matter.

No, except for the story if there's really nothing we can do about it, but we're not at that stage yet.

(What do you mean the quality of your soul is generally too low and you can only call it about Kobolt, shit! Besides, I don't know what it is, but few individuals come all the way to the city... at least a little higher ranked monster would have done anything about it)

The frustration strikes me just thinking about it, but I guess the guy also decides that there's no point in imitating it like it would explode right now.

Instead, we should praise the light of foresight, which decided that it was better to do something about the dirt walls, leaving only the portion of the redcloth people who could still be used as pawns.

"Shit, they were going to sacrifice themselves sometimes.... Well, fine. It wouldn't make sense to look at the capabilities of deep red to the extent of Kobolt.... I can't help it, it's at least harassment. Use the redcloth people who can move to break that dirt wall."

Okay? And to a boss with such a strong gaze, the only thing a man can do with a report is snort.

If anything goes badly against here, then that's why it's not strange for daggers to fly around, not plates, this time.

"Wow, I get it! However, now that the number of adventurers is low in places for additional construction, I think it will stand out if you turn too large a crowd...... how many do you send?

"Oh?... right. It depends on how sturdy that dirt wall is... that deep red created the dirt wall, right? Then it doesn't make sense for you two.... right, give him about twenty."

"Well, I think it stands out..."

"You know what, fool? Those guys are nothing but rubbish that couldn't even be sacrificed. Besides... there's no such thing as evidence of a connection here, is there? Then you just have to think that if you get caught, you can dispose of the garbage."

buddy...... no, even the person you should call a handkerchief, the guy who brought the report to you doesn't have a clue that you call it litter and cut it off lightly.

But the ones with their own bodies and red cloth. If you were asked which of those matters, you would naturally answer that it was you.

More than that, I couldn't say anything about dissatisfaction here.

... because in that case, if you do it badly, you could be told to destroy the dirt wall.

"Okay. Okay, that's it right away.... Oh, so the weapon is chosen appropriately to give?

"Right. Without weapons, we wouldn't be able to destroy dirt walls."

It was the two of us talking like this, but sometimes these two don't know.

That was the realization that dirt walls were entirely only made by Ray.

... Few people really know that two Marinas and an email use spiritual magic to wet it with water and freeze it to reinforce the dirt wall, so that's natural though.

Can the redcloth people really break a substitute that can barely be scratched with the nails of a cobolt?

If I knew what was going on around there, I would probably have handled it a little differently.

But the difference in this perception was more than anyone had actually seen the sight of using spiritual magic.

Besides, I can predict that Ray isn't just a dirt wall at a time when it's a magical dirt wall.

"Okay. Then I will give you many axes that are highly destructive. And if you break the dirt wall, there's a chance that the cobolts that were on the other side of the dirt wall will attack you... do you mind if they assume they're going to die?

"Oh. We both keep those useless things for times like this.... Damn, even though I let you do that much evil, I don't know about that level of soul. Really, they can't make it."

The man who brought the report hastily opens his mouth to his boss, who seemed to be getting uncomfortable saying it himself.

If you get angry on your own like this, you're the one who's going to suffer.

I would definitely avoid that, but for that matter, words.

"If you think Kobolt will take care of those people, don't you have a problem? And if the dirt walls are destroyed and those people are killed by Kobolt, it will also scratch the fame of the deep red that made the dirt walls."

"Well, yeah."

That's all the man says, he looks at the door.

That's it, the man who brought the report knows what his boss wants to say and bows his head.

"Now let the redcloth guys destroy the dirt walls quickly.... By the way, what would you do if you broke the dirt wall and survived?

If we break the dirt wall, we will almost certainly be attacked by a swarm of cobolts.

But the redcloth men had the strength to come to the guilds at the bend.

... In fact, a large number of manpower moved to the Guild in the construction work, so most of them arrived safely in the Guild if they were disputed.

Whatever, in the red cloth… it is not uncommon for some of those who did not sacrifice it to possess the skill of only defeating the cobolt.

That's why I asked him what he would do if he defeated Kobolt, but what he returned from his boss was a frustrating gaze.

"I've already used those guys. Those hands can gather as many as they want to. I mean... you know what I mean?

You know what I mean? I can't say I don't know.

Not to mention that there was only one option available to a man to snort more than he understood exactly what the word meant.

"Okay. Dispose."

"Do that. They don't know anything about us, but there's still no denying that they have more information than some kind of relationship.... Shit, the next time you collect, be the guy with the better soul."

That being said, I don't know what kind of soul that person actually has until I actually try to use it as a sacrifice.

We can make a certain judgment if someone is clearly unsatisfactory, like the redcloth people who are still here and are about to be killed.

"Well, I'll try my best."

If you answer that you understand here, you don't know what you will do to the next boss in front of you if the next ones you take were useless.

If that's why you can't do it, that's what's likely to kill you on this occasion.

The only thing a man can say in such a situation is to try his best… and say so.

… even organizations hostile to Gilm, the grief of middle management existed.