Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

The bottom of a deep, unconscious land.

There is a kingdom of aliens that cannot even reach the eyes of the earthly gods.

"Yangno World Heno Road Gahitotsu Destruction Saleta Youdaga"

"Nanimo Problem Ha Wuyi"

Ant humans (Murmidon), upright with four legs, respond briefly to Scorpion humans (Scorpios).

Even so, although other organisms - humans, dwarves, elves, demons (daemons), giants (giants), dragons - would have heard it and only recognized it as a rubbing sound.

Insectician (Insectian) voices are beyond the audible range of normal organisms, and even mix and express jaws, wings, and so on, so that the meaning changes due to subtle differences.

It is so miraculous that different races can communicate their will with each other.

In a faint, deep underground cave.

Human beings in the form of cluttered insects that cannot possibly be encountered on the ground are hissing.

The giant roaches (Panagyas) waved the sickles of both arms to show their warfare, and the fat queen bee was silent and not talking about the meeting.

Spooky, inviting underlying fears and sifting scares.

Too heterogeneous. Being incomprehensible.

"Policy (d) Weird Wariha Wuyi"

Ant humans forcefully wrap it up, as if to divide the spot.

"Mushiro ano dragon tono encounter ha unexpected datta dake"

Yes. It was the insects going for the ground, but not with the aim of ravaging them orbitlessly. No, it ravages, but it has to be more orderly.

It has to be so generous that it doesn't give you room to fight back.

Because in a muddy battle like "The Book of Nothingness" (Caios Evil) - whose name I don't know - strengths are not demonstrated.

Until then, I needed to keep lurking.

"Tower no construction ha well ni jindail"

"Way to go, no maintenance, no plans."

Upright Bee Man (Melissa) reports on behalf of the Queen Bee.

And the insects that lived side by side raised a voice of quiet joy. A voice of passionate joy for a sober insect.

But in a person's body, it only sounds like a spooky bug's voice: Chicken Chicken Chicken.

Both thorough and incompatible.

The clash was not that far away.

To the west of Count Istas' territory, a meadow race (Magner) walked around the mountainous Dwarf city of Mainz, curious.

He holds his red-brown habitual hair in his hat forcefully and looks around with his big eyes open. Neither did the Dwarves pay attention as if they had lost interest after seeing the meadow species wearing their leather armor (leather armor) and making sure their wallets were there.

This is a city dominated by dwarves, but the meadow species are everywhere - even in Verga, the imperial capital of the Verga Empire. I can't help but care.

Conversely, if she was a calm meadow species, she might have rushed home to make sure her family was safe.

She stopped and looked up at the sky without the wind that cared about the reaction of those dwarves and such.

Only inside the dwarf, smoke rising from the chimney there. But that's white smoke, not black smoke, and there seems to be little coal out there.

There is little discomfort in walking around the city.

When it comes to the city of Dwarves, heat, coal smoke and alcohol are set, even fresh fish are sold on the market in this Mainz.

"I care."

She heard rumors about the city and traveled from afar.

I didn't have anything to do with it. I didn't want a glass iron. I just couldn't stand or hear it was unusual, and if I realized it, I was pointing my foot at it.

Of course, that's not the only reason... as a meadow species, it was also a standard motive.

Anyway, there's nothing I can do to care.

Unexpectedly, her figure disappears.

No, even though the meadow species are childlike bodies, such as one person disappearing, that can only be magic.

A covert technique that allows its impossibility. A Bandit (Rogue) move comparable to Larsia's.

Erase the signs, hide in the shadows, dive into the blind spots of a person's sight and consciousness, disappear as if they had disappeared.

One workshop she headed toward without making a single sound in her cat-like footsteps.

Are you taking a break or did you have something to do? The interior was deserted and unlocked. Of course, even if it was locked, I would have done something about it.

It looked like a pure workplace that had not been sold directly, and the workshop connected to the residence had been fitted with hammers and gold floors, and the furnace fire had not been completely extinguished.

Apparently, this is an armorer's workshop.

Finished long swords (long swords) etc. are embellished on the walls and parts and unfinished items are left on the floor.

"Heh. This is the rumored Bold Iron."

A blue, black ore that was piled up in the corner of the workshop. The Lady Bandit of the Meadow Race sees it seriously to her hands......

"Atashi doesn't know the difference."

He immediately lost interest and threw it away.

Next, observe the rest of the workshop - instead of saying no, breaking into the living space, I found a barrel of ale in the basement storage bin of the cooking area I was looking for.

"Hmm. I wonder what it's like."

When I did not hesitate to open the lid, stretched my back and glanced inside, a beautiful amber liquid jumped in slightly reddish. The aromatic aroma is also really good.

"Welcome......"

Intolerable, the female bandit of the meadow race took out her cup and wrongfully threw the ale out of the barrel.

I pour it down my throat all at once. As soon as possible, the aromatic flavour spreads. Dwarf only drinks and is strong in alcohol, but strangely easy to drink.

"Heh heh heh"

I'm in a good mood for delicious liquor and I get a nose song. You just don't think it's a good idea to sing out loud, modest but cheerful.

Drink up some amber water as it is and pour it into the last cup and jock and head back to the workshop.

Light, but start locating the workshop in steps that do not emit footsteps.

I naturally nostalgic about the blade I was about to make, the hammer for forging, the copper coin I left on the table on the finished bolt iron dagger, etc., as if it was my thing from the beginning.

"Mm-hmm. I wonder if this chimney has a secret."

Next, to the furnace that melts the bold iron, I stick my head in without any hesitation, my hat is about to fall and I panic slightly, but I don't drop my hat or jock.

"Hmm. Well, normally, do you want to demonize" Deep Breeze "or something like this? Wow. Awesome idiot?"

Atmospheric Purification, as its name suggests, is a theoretical spell that removes harmful components from the atmosphere. Originally developed as a means of counteracting spells like The Stinky Cloud (Orid Cloud), which causes nausea and inhibits behavior due to its odor.

The idea of demonizing it into a chimney itself and removing harmful ingredients is not normal in itself, and the financial power to be able to carry it out is, to be clear, unusual.

Besides, it's hard to argue when people say you're out of your mind at a time when you're so concerned about the environment.

"Not really, I don't want you to idiot my friend. Well, partly I don't agree."

- If it's not even in you.

"Ahhh. I can't believe you didn't notice this seal."

"I don't know who you are, but you were a little overconfident, weren't you?

Larsia speaks with a smile as she shoves a dagger on the back of the trespasser. When the Temple of Helenonia came earlier to grasp the back society by the fact that it would also enter this Mainz, by chance, it had just met an uncanny compatriot.

"Atashi is Ritna"

"I'm the evil leader."

"I'd love to be close to you."

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to be in a bad habit."

"Handicap? To this extent?

"That's why we have a bad reputation."

The meadow species are not born bandits.

However, the concept of private property is thin and the lines between one's things and others' are vague. As a result, Larsia is bitter, but there is no sense that Ritna is plagiarizing as a meadow species about what she has put into her nostalgia.

Acorn, who later heard that explanation, said, "Oh, like borrowing?" And she seemed to understand.

In short, Larsia is more of a minority in the entire race.

"But we're aiming for an evil organization that local residents love."

Having said that, Larsia took his opponent's arm and caught his leg, pushing him down to the ground of the blacksmith. Wooden jocks roll wildly and sprinkle ale around.

"Ah, what a waste."

"I agree, but don't be ridiculous"

Sin is sin, even if it is nothing to the meadow species. Besides, it's possible that he broke into this mainz with some purpose. From a defensive standpoint, we can't overlook it like this.

Together, Larsia nevertheless secures a favourable position. But even though it's a melee, this skill allows Larsia and I to play each other. I don't think it's just mud. It thickens my suspicions that it might be some kind of secret detective.

But...

"Hey."

"Hmm? I don't know, chance!

For a moment, she unleashes Larsia's commandments, which have stunned her, and the female bandit of the meadow race - Ritna - escapes.

"Next time, let's have some more peaceful encounters"

Ritna, who released Larsia from custody, quickly moved to the broken door and disappeared into the city's mess.

"I'm here..."

When I was taking it back, I sigh that Larsia was in sincere trouble as I entertained Ritna with the bold iron dagger she was nostalgic for and the hat she dropped.

I accidentally loosened my restraint hand because I saw her look decent.

Red brown curly, round hair.

Big, crispy eyes.

Adorable smile.

Tight limbs.

"Wow, I like it, but you mean this is the nice meeting of Tyrone God? I'm in trouble......"

With that said, Larsia's expression was loose.

Expressing it in a straightforward way, it was slight.

"- Something happened!

"Oh, wow."

Cold ale I'm in love with one hand - not to the point, but I'm having trouble reacting - and they talk to me, and Yut goes against that pressure.

This is the "Hot Springs Inn", created by Exile in the miracle of God. It is a room that hits its ballroom, where various solaces are held solely within the company.

Should the exterior be described as a Japanese-style hotel or a Western-style inn? It was a strange building with tile roofs, Japanese-style gardens, and hot springs added to the accommodation at the Hyung-chul Conference (Danishmend) where I stayed in Japan.

However, it seemed that only Yut and Akane felt uncomfortable, which was relatively well received by the other members.

Then the local people are likely to have the same sentiment, and the two visitors are incapable of saying anything.

"No. It's a fateful encounter, this. I'm gonna be in trouble."

"Well, that sounds like fun, more than anything."

Larsia wearing a yukata - a slightly unusual bathrobe, which allowed her to produce locally without any particular problems - is even more tangled up.

In that outfit, a tatami ballroom lined with meals. I didn't know for a second where this place was.

It's not strange to know that Li Kutua also has tatami, but it makes me wonder if the gods don't have to bother to prepare it either.

"But as far as I'm concerned, he doesn't seem to be promising a reunion or anything, but what are we gonna do? Do you want to send a message?

Originally, there was as much to decide.

Today Acorn behaved as a hand cook, but if it is to be fully open, what is the concept of cooking and who will be the cook chief? Where do you hire employees from? What will the price be? I haven't even decided on a name.

However, Jonah is obsessed with cooking, and Valtrude, Arcia, and Acorn are discussing it with some seriousness while checking this one out.

Exile just has a fancy smile on his face.

"Old man, don't be like any other human resources"

"No, you can't give me advice."

"Well, it's like Egg came into his mouth on his own from the other side. Not helpful."

That's what Larsia says, but she's laughing fun.

"As far as I'm concerned, the next time we meet, I think it's good to think it's fate, what do you say?

"I see. That's certainly true."

"Before then, if the woman named Ritna was a spy or something, would I have to see her again somehow?

In the meantime, I don't think I've decided to hear Exile's best point.

Larsia nodded twice and three times, thinking of Ritna in the back of her brain, with a cold ale.