Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"So, Zeras. What are we gonna do now?

Asked the bright blonde boy God is the Hellenonian Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine (Avatar), known as the "Everlasting Victory". Coming down to earth with the Dwarf and Blacksmith Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine (Avatar), she still holds food purchased in stalls.

No matter how anyone sees it, they don't look like great gods.

At least, nowhere is the majesty that I met with Valtrude earlier.

"It's because of you. Even though it's soaked in the aftertaste of sold out."

"It will sell."

Before the start of the game, the queue that was there had disappeared. I did it in spite of a completely different field, the ability of the knowledge gods to handle it certainly deserves praise...

He gave the sons of men the sacred wine (nectar) they were supposed to behave like to the Yuts.

That's exactly, heavenly delicacies. It can't be sold. If you attract customers and have the charisma of a minute god, you won't have to make them.

"But it wasn't the two of us who made it ice."

It's a compliment.

- Not to say, but don't disparage me, the goddess of death and witchcraft Truss-Sink's minute divine body claims in a small body.

"I don't care, it's gonna start."

"That's right. Ducommerce is right. Like Riya, did you get an admission ticket?

"Ha. You don't need that."

Zeras God, who looked like a beautiful boy, smiles refreshingly and denies the concern of Ducommerce and Hellenonian God.

Anyway, if that's the only way, it's not God that seems to interrupt people's seats. When it comes to beauty and the goddess of art, we need to sketch in the front row, so it's inevitable.

"Instead of Legra, I left that arena in its original form."

"Say what, Zeras. You haven't changed your shape."

"Looks like we're just looking at the outside, not yet"

Amazing feature of projecting footage on the outside walls of the arena.

The God of Knowledge who activated it in secret was worthy of a boy - to describe it with an old look on his face.

And the first game that started.

At the same time, the feast of the minute gods begins.

Scarlet fur (morsels) were laid on the ground, and food such as sausages and various liquors sold in the stalls were arranged in the centre for the skewering of meat and fish bought in by the Hellenonian Minutes Body.

Eating and drinking and watching matches reflected on the outside walls of the arena. I'm not sure which is the main one.

Especially when it comes to booze - for what the gods were planning to consume - should I say that there is just less booze available on earth?

Anyway, we're spending only a few hours until the end of the first game.

"No. My Larsia, I'm sorry you look so good"

"Tyrone...... no, Ritna. When?"

I didn't realize who the pillars were, including the Hellenonian Minutes Divine Body, but I even attended the feast to Ritna, the Minutes Divine Body of Tyrone, the Race God of the Meadow Race (Magner).

Plus, with a good face.

Larsia took off all the arrows (...) to show her strength, and Exile literally kicked the rock giants (Jarloot).

Overwhelming victory.

But it seemed like the second half didn't matter to Ritna, sober and thorough with her own man's pride.

"Sure, it's quite skillful though"

"Isn't it? And then you give up the show to your friends, and it doesn't seem like a meadow species."

"Does the Lord say that..."

Ducommerce, God forbid. The Zeras and Truss-Sink gods were also pushing their correspondence against the Hellenonian minute deities and feeding each other sausages.

"Totally. In the first place, use the ground as a hourglass forever. Be conscious as a god."

"Well, I brought the plug in too, so the details aren't good. I want to take a break, too. It's hard to run a bet."

"Oh, plug in?

Instead of the Hellenonian minute divine body, which I hear is a gamble and makes a difficult face, the Zeras divine minute divine body, which was eating amicably, breaks into conversation.

"What kind of rare food do you have?

"They say cheese fondue."

"Mr. Ritna."

"Oh, over here."

A pot containing a magic stove (magic item) and melted cheese is brought in by the organization's employees, and the aroma is shaken around it.

Next, skewers and ingredients such as bread and meat were arranged.

This is a prototype based on recipes from acorns.

It was planned to be a new product for Crystal Iron Castle, the entertainment facility that operates it, but it was the first to be revealed here.

I'm going to worry about the fire because I keep it on my fur, but only for this face, it would be worrying.

"Think of something quite interesting"

"I guess Zeras can do anything new"

"Ladies and gentlemen, be careful because it's hot."

That's how it started, Game One, Game Two.

Yut and Alsus competed against King Eldrick and his grandson Kress, but now it was Hellenonian's turn to be good at the Divine Body for minutes.

"Everyone. You saw it, you heard it. It was a cry of a truly imminent heart. That's right, Alsace. I have only given you my blessing. After all, if your heart is strong, you can't have enough kings."

"But it wasn't another minute of God who blessed you."

"It has nothing to do with it at all. But a shame. The seal of the demons (Demon Lord) would have been stronger if it had revealed its identity."

But it wasn't a bad idea to be a masked swordsman.

Hiding your qualities and exchanging goodness is a gratuitous act that you do not seek in return, but therefore.

"That's also because my family, Heavenly Grass Brave, held Eldrick back. My family, the Heavenly Grass Brave."

I say it proudly while claiming a family member, even to Zeras, the god of knowledge.

The feast of the gods, which has been chaotic as early as possible.

The program went ahead regardless of that state of affairs, and the next game. Valtrude and Jonah compete against the Archbishop of Legnam, the minute god of Legra.

In essence, the game unfolds with Valtrude confronting Lela and Legnam.

The special martial arts of the Orient flirted with Valtrude, and Lela, the divine divine subdivine body of power, brought it into the game.

- But.

"Hmm. Regra, too, I guess."

At the end of the day, Jonah used his powers (Psyonic Power) to win by involving Valtrude.

The earth and the atmosphere. In other words, although there was a great explosion that rocked the world, the Truss-Sink Divine Minutes Divine Body does not move one eyebrow.

Instead, a favorite person overcame the obstacle of himself by mighty force. Regra, the kind of tone that I'm sure God should be blessing about.

God's spirituality is immeasurable to the destined.

No, what's immeasurable is the Regra God. Either way, it's too much of a proposition for people.

"You're in a good mood, Helenonia."

"Not really, man."

The Zeras god's share of the divine body speaks in a tone that does not correspond to the boy's appearance, but is called "ever-winning” and the goddess of war denies it without smiling.

But what gathers here is something divine, albeit minute divine.

No one noticed the slightly loose look on Helenonia's face, which had creased between her eyebrows since the removal of her niece (Verga).

"Well, that being said. The winner is Larsia the Atashi."

"The battle is the luck of time. I'm not even hanging on to life or death. It will be enough if we use up our strength."

"That's how I put up a line of prevention. It's okay, it's not like the Atashi are out there. But that's why you don't believe me. What do you do?

"Tyrone says something decent."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is not going to happen."

"I want you to stop because I'm going to jump on you too."

I tell you to blur to the minute divine body of the Ducommerce God who has been silent for so long, but it doesn't sound like the Hellenonian God and Ritna. No, Ritna will hear you, but she's silent.

"No matter how much you provoke, you won't get on with it."

"Huh. It's boring."

Ritna, who provoked him to put him on the bet and thought even a wave of divine sword from the wayward Hellenonian God... gives him an overtly disappointing look.

Instead of being flat when they pointed that out, all I could say was that nothing was said from around me.

"Well. Looks like it's time for guests to come"

"It's been a while since I've seen him."

A couple of gods of knowledge, death and witchcraft look up into the sky.

At the end of that gaze emerged the silhouette of a mighty and graceful dragon.

The venue becomes temporarily noisy with the appearance of the Red Fire Dragon Parra Vento.

"I heard you talking, but you don't seem to be reflecting"

Parra Vento expressed her participation in the battle for treasure.

The desire caused him to be banished from heaven - he, I'm sure, thinks he's left - but the principle of behavior has not changed at all.

"Ha. I can't do this!

Ritna rushes to take a seat to establish the bet, but the complexion of the Zeras gods cannot be ignored.

In human terms, yes.

Is it like a subtle sense of distance relative being shown off somewhat tense?

Not that I want to be supportive, but not in the mood either.

Nothing, I don't do anything myself, or someone tells me what to do...

I was just embarrassed.

There is a subtle atmosphere that is difficult to describe in words, and the dishes are left halfway and the chopsticks stop.

For this reason, it was fortunate for the Minutemen to become Battle Royale, which also combined the Resurrection of the Loser.

Even if the Divine Divine Minutes of Regra were to reappear, it was because we could also see Prince Cress's growth and the onslaught of Eldrick and Ray Cruz.

But...

"Ray Cruz..."

"Vainamarinen......"

The minute divine bodies of the Hellenonian and Zeras gods call the name of the winner without even trying to hide their bitterness.

Both, there were complicated causes.

"I won. Well, it wasn't decided to win."

"If you do something bad, that elf won't shut up."

"That's the realm. You can't refuse."

On the other hand, the advice of the Ducommerce God was apologized for by the Truss-Sink God with a serious expression.

"Well, tomorrow. Tomorrow!"

Zeras, the divine body makes such a bright voice.

What do the sons of men choose and do? It is not too late for that conclusion. I'm used to watching.

"Right. But what to do..."

What the Hellenonian Minutes Divine is staring at is the leftovers you deserve to call after the festival.

I'm already satisfied.

Well, you can't leave it. I can't show you as a god.

But the problem was solved unexpectedly.

"... tired. Rice, rice..."

A woman as tired as a ghost approaches with a bundle of paper, giving a fierce momentum to cool food and lukewarm liquor. The artist himself shortly after finishing the work.

The leftovers were flattened by the goddess of beauty and art, and the first day ended.