Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"What are you going hunting for?

"There's Yut, and back to beginnings, Doctor"

"That's crazy. The Earthlings are treating me like a beginner.

Yut speaks out in protest as he grips a mobile console he brings in from Earth. Sure, this game isn't playing so hard.

Still, Earthlings. No, as a Japanese, pride did not allow people from other worlds to be treated "niggardly".

"'Cause the playing time is different"

"Right. No rank at all. Yut, what do you do from time to time?

"I'm sorry! It's work!

But reality is pitiful and relentless.

To Jonah and Larsia's argument, Yut protests roughing up his voice.

Of course, I'm not seriously angry or anything. I just didn't mean it, though I felt some anger.

"There, I wanted you to answer Val."

"... yeah. Sorry."

Where did the anger go earlier?

Totally right, Yut got annoyed. Think of it, things like Larsia said have only been done for about the duration of her honeymoon.

I swear strongly to my heart, trying to make it up to me when I calm down.

But for now, it's a game.

"It's okay, Yut. We have plenty of time."

"Right. I'll catch up with you during this journey."

From the city of the leased land, named Rotonia, the carriage was well on its way west - Lutetia, the capital of the Sun God.

The countryside, visible through the windows, continues all the way across the horizon, with an unsurpassed but beautiful landscape flowing through the windows.

The Ash Carriage Phantom Carriage, which the Yuts embark on, has not changed so much from the outside, but is luxurious and comfortable inside.

Wider than it looks, its interior is carpeted, and if it sits, it even has a fuzzy bed on a sofa that encloses the whole body. The inside of the car is just another world as it continues to slip without vibration.

Most importantly, the absence of vibrations is due to the power of the horse summoned by Valtrude with a divine spell dedicated to the Cathedral Knight (Paladin). We are slowing down to take into account the escort of the Cronican Divine Kingdom, which travels by carriage with us, but because we are driving over its dozens of centimeters, not on the ground.

Exiles who manipulate it are silent and thorough with their Lord. He was the only rock giant (Jarloot) outside the car, but not dissatisfied. On the contrary, it's as cozy outside as you can feel the breath of the wind and the warmth of the sun.

"Well, I put a quest on it. Let's check the weapon."

"Masculine, Great Sword"

"Yona...... No, is the character a man? I'm a bow."

"Yut is a long way from home in the game. Oh, I'm a double sword. Speed is justice. Speed is power."

With such a carriage, the yuts interested in the game. If there had been acorns, they must have been jealous in two ways.

One, as a gamer.

The other is that neither Moment Move (Teleport) nor Flight (Flight) is used - somewhat floating (...), but - because it is a normal journey.

And for a different reason than that acorn, there was another girl who looked flattered at the Yuts.

"That sounds like fun..."

"If that's what you think, you shouldn't have done it together."

"Guru..."

To Arcia's best point, Valtrude stuffs the words.

Yes, she was the first to be invited to the game.

But it doesn't mean I'm that keen on gaming - because I can't read Japanese at all - Valtrude turned it down.

That's good.

But instead it was a huge miscalculation for her that her husband would ride that invitation.

As a result, Valtrude, who no longer has anything to do, is reviewing reading and writing in a comfortable room without shaking.

Meanwhile, Arcia was silently watching over the Yuuts playing the game and their childhood friends if they weren't trained. It may even look like a handheld bump, but there is a smile on my mouth.

At that time, the kind of music that celebrated the victory rang in the car.

"I'm done. I'm not helping at all."

"It's all right, Yut, just take it off."

"Wow. Looks like something to tie..."

"It's reputational damage."

Yuut with complex emotions.

Good Jonah.

Larsia that she is satisfied with her thoughtful teasing.

Valtrude who wants to mix it up but can't even throw out his studies.

Alcia was fully filled with just touching the emotions of those fellows - who might say family already.

Thus, a few days.

The Yuts arrive in Regrax, the capital of God.

But I couldn't get inside of it.

"It is Regnum, Archbishop of Regrax! In the name of God of Power, be the challenger of battle!!

Because right after I got off the carriage, I was challenged by a mass of muscles that looked up in front of a huge castle gate.

"Huh? I don't like it though."

Yut had answered that reflexively, but Archbishop Regnum did not change one complexion. Did you not hear the twinkle too small, or do you not hear anything inconvenient for you? Either that, I guess.

A reply that was not even nibbling, but it was clear which was insane to see the look on the faces of the guards that Bishop Gilront had arranged for me.

Besides, if Acorn - or whatever his real name is - had been there, he would have defended that Yut had no choice but to react.

He, Legnam, who named himself Archbishop of Regrax - that is, the one in power who unites the administrative district centered on the Divine Capital Regrax and enters the five fingers in the Kingdom of the Chronica God - was naked in his upper body.

Large chest muscle that just grew through brown skin.

Abs harder than steel.

Arm wrapping, arms like a whole tooth.

The lumbar circumference that supports it is thick, with magic (magic item) and a belt wrapped around it. She wears trousers in smooth leather, but her quadriceps are all torn up.

Such a lustrous mass of muscle, even varnished, wore a cape.

At this point, visitors from Earth can pull back. Even if Archbishop Regnum says he has the beauty of a Greek sculpture.

Plus, it looks a lot like him - a small round - bringing in a group.

But it was the smile that was decisive.

A refreshing smile that looks like you could even be in the commercial if you just cut it out there. But when it is linked to a mass of muscles and a fine moustache, it undergoes chemical changes as soon as possible, and instinctively rejects them.

Therefore, rejection.

But that wasn't something we all shared.

"I see. Is this what Regra God called the Grand Competition?"

"No! It's like a small hand check! I see, it doesn't turn into a serious battle!!

"Interesting"

Exile, who descended from the throne of his lord, raises the corner of his mouth and breaks in between Yut and Archbishop Regnum. I didn't even move one eyebrow to the archbishop's loud voice, relaxing my body, motivated.

"No. Wait, old man. I know an old man doesn't have the option to be challenged and not take it. But I don't know the terms or the contents of the battle."

"It won't be a problem. You think I'm gonna lose?

Exile to make an affirmation without turning around.

Of course, I don't know what the competition is, but I don't think this rock giant (Jarloot) is going to lose to the Archbishop or anything. I just can't find meaning in battles I don't need.

"Exile, that would be short circuited"

So Valtrude moves, who was silently watching over things.

He stepped forward in a grand act and placed his hand on the shoulders of his comrades, who were higher than his own head.

Its beauty, the pure air it exudes.

The hot and bitter atmosphere is purified, and even Yut, who knows her beauty closest to her, cheeks are upbeat.

"Neither am I. I'm not going to lose."

"Val's gonna do it, too!

Moreover, I am motivated not only by Archbishop Regnum, but also by Exile.

My beloved wife's thoughts were beyond Yut's understanding.

"Hmm? Is it obvious? It's an honorably challenged battle. There are no special circumstances. Naturally, I'll do my best to take it and stand."

"Well, Val would..."

Why, even for a moment, did you think you were going to stop Exile? If a cathedral knight does not exist, such as a back table, it is decided to do so. That's why I like it.

"I'm not stopping you. Do as you please."

"Leave it to me."

With Yut's consent, Valtrude's eyes shine with joy.

"So Archbishop Regnum. That challenge, we stand!

"Fine! Much better!!

"Do it!

The Archbishop laughs at the proclamation of the Marquis of Istas, and his men's clerics wave up their fists and step on their feet and thrive greatly. There, he even hitched a ride to the Albino girl.

"Mr. Arcia..."

"You won't have a choice. Do as you please."

The Archbishop of the Goddess of Death and Magic (Patriarch), guardian of Jonah shrugs her shoulders and recognises the festivities. I guess that's all it takes, which means you don't even see it as a problem.

Rather, Larsia, who shines her eyes on this situation, was more dangerous.

"This is a business opportunity. Yut, you have the paper, don't you?

"I have it, but what are you gonna do..."

and while turning his suspicious gaze to discipline, he hands over a paper prototype made in the dragon man (Draconut) of Kera Forest.

A grassland species (Magner) receiving it, removed from the bag of infinite storage, smiled badly at people.

(Oh, missed?

But don't stand in regret.

"Thanks. Come on, I'll make money!

Draw vertical and horizontal lines with a ballpoint pen at the same time as a straightforward declaration and fill in numbers 1 to 4 in the box. Furthermore, for Yut, it was stamped with a familiar stamp-type seal and cleverly detached along the line with a dagger.

Looks like they're making bills for gambling.

Should I be surprised at the lightness of the footwork, or should I put it on the assumption that "Luo Luo Bai", which is pushed one after the other, has a lot of pictures and seems retarded? Or both.

Quickly, Yut shook his head silently as he listened far away to Larsia's energetic voice, which began accepting bets.

So is that seal and ballpoint pen, but when did you bring it in from Earth? I wonder how many other places and times the bags of Larsia's Infinite Storage are packed with.

With barrels of crude oil purchased in Rotonia in infinite storage bags, Yut put himself up on the shelf to further darken his worries.