Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic (WEB Version)

If you defeat the middle boss, it's not a bonus stage... it's a search for the Governor's Hall when you're done cleaning up the body. It's like a robbery, but the purpose is not treasure. No, let me collect the treasure. Because it's a legitimate reward for pirate extermination?

The main purpose of the search is to identify the survivors, or prisoners. If soldiers of the Royal Army had been captured, they would have to be rescued, and with Cristela's brother in it, Mr. Aristotle, the request from the Hugo family would be accomplished. First mission complete.

Even if Mr. Aristotle wasn't there, I might be able to get some information out of it if someone was in captivity. Worst of all, it could be a confirmation that he's already dead, but that's fine because that gives him credible testimony. I'm sorry about Cristella.

There was no one in the harbor clock. There was a room with a lattice like a detention center, but it was a mussel there. It hasn't been used here lately either.

That means if the prisoners are captured, there is only the Governor's Hall.

That's why we decided to head to the Governor's Palace.

The corpses of the pirates... well, I treated them properly, so it won't be a problem. I don't even want to recall exactly what we did, but shrimp and crabs must be a big fish this year in the Lute Sea.

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"There's... there's one upstairs, three on the third floor, four in the basement. Is it the servants who have six away? They're the gatekeepers at the entrance, and they're probably the prisoners in the basement. I'll check the camera."

The Governor's Hall on a hill a short distance from the city. Coming under a wall about two meters high surrounding it, we decided to gather information about the building first. I mean, I'm the one collecting it.

Fly the camera and make it appear on the plane at hand. We send it live. Don't forget to display the letter "LIVE" in the upper left corner of the screen. You can forget, but I won't.

I can't display it on the big screen because I'm in covert behavior. The monitor is about fifteen inches modest. Everyone is peeking into it from behind me. To be precise, only four people are peeking in, though: Cristella, Luca, Kikka and Anya.

Woo is sitting beside me yawning, and he's pointing at me, not the screen. That's right, you're not interested. But forgive me because I'm cute. Daisy clings to that woo and utters. Was it Moffmoff? Samantha is still in an admirable stun and is put to sleep at the fence. The blanket is also hung because it is still cold. Because I have physical strengthening, I don't think I have a cold.

"... Luca, I'm on my head"

"Oh. I'm sorry, Master Beat. It was easy."

"Grunting..."

Was it just the right height to give you a ride? It was soft, but it was pretty heavy. Luca's having a hard time hanging that stuff from time to time. You want Samantha to make you a bra? But I'm not familiar with the structure of the bra. Well, if you're a normal man, you're not familiar with it and it's natural. I don't want to be near a man who knows his bra.

Production seems difficult to navigate, but I guess I'll have to get Samantha to do her best.

And Christella, look at the screen, not your own chest. And don't rub it.

Let's start with the third floor of the mansion. There are three signs, but only one is a little further away. Shall we just look at it from that side?

It's dark and hard to tell, but apparently it's the bedroom. A terribly wide woman sleeps like occupying a big double bed. Looks like he's over four times my weight and age. The bed is sinking badly. Maybe the daughter-in-law of the Little Fat Governor. Couple of these similarities.

The woman is gently snoring and asleep. My husband says he's called in the middle of the night to work, but it's a pleasant thing. Well, my husband's already asleep permanently. I let it. Couple of these similarities?

You can leave me alone here. Move the camera to the other one with two signs.

This is a small room adjacent to the earlier bedroom. There were two maids there, pinching the table for tea. Apparently, it's the servant's holding room. Sounds like a night shift for my husband when he wakes up. The maid is in trouble too.

Senior, sir, you're late.

"Right. I hope he's not dead."

"Well, isn't it unusual for your husband to worry? I thought you didn't like it."

"Of course I hate it. There's no way anyone likes that inferior species. He's the kind of guy who thinks we're just like cattle, right?

That's right. But then why?

Easy. My job here is just to get paid. If you don't live, you'll lose your job. "

"Uh, I see. Indeed."

The maids laugh couscous.... Sorry, because you guys are finalizing your unemployment. 'Cause you didn't have a choice to keep that subspecies alive. I hope to find a new place to work soon.

"I don't know, I don't have a body or a lid"

"Oh, that's what the world is all about, isn't it? It takes compromise and patience to live."

"It is good that we are the slaves of Lord Beat. I have little patience."

"Maybe I can make more money than those girls."

"You can also eat delicious rice."

Anya's all about food. Are you a belly pecker? Don't get fat, okay?

From what we've all said, our work environment seems generally good. I don't know if this is the real deal. I'm still working overtime. Do I have to pay an incremental fee? If it's discretionary labor, is that okay? But adventurers are turnover.

Hmm, hard. Let's ask Mr. Imelda when we get back to Dorton.

Move the camera upstairs. Is this a children's room?

Chasing the sounding sleeping breath, one girl slept in the bed. He would be the child of the Little Fat Governor. They look alike. Poor thing.

My age is no different than mine. But he looks like he weighs twice as much as I do. It's a shame you just look alike, but you can't save it if you look alike to the point where you're fat. A pitiful daughter.

Most importantly, obesity is due to the living environment. If I lived the same life as a fat parent, my kids would be fat and normal. In the future, I'll be careful when I have kids, too.

I wouldn't have a problem leaving it here either. Instead, I want you to decide what you didn't see. So we finally send the camera into the basement of our destiny.

The edge of the ground floor of the mansion, the entrance to the stairs descending into the basement, was closed with wooden doors reinforced with iron. This again comes with an iron lock that looks sturdy, but that doesn't make sense in front of my camera. Slip through the door without any resistance.

Beyond the door it was dark, but this isn't a problem either. One point of the weak spotlight and that's the solution. It's like a flashlight and has an atmosphere. Something is about to come out. There's no such thing as zombies, is there?

There are still similar doors down the stairs, closed by locks. There seems to be no lookout, but it feels tightly closed for that matter.

The stone corridor continues at the end of the door. From beyond, I hear a slight sound of sleep and groaning. Things don't look very good. You're locked in the basement, naturally. We need to rescue you quickly.

At about ten meters, the hallway is at an end, the left and right of which, as expected, is a latticed barn. And I was in it...

"Hih!?"

"Huh!?"

"Yikes!

Samantha, Daisy jumps up and Woo screams. Looks like the killing that leaked out of me surprised you. But that's no choice either. I want your forgiveness. I couldn't help it. Not much anger.

"Oh, my God..."

"Oh, come on, take it out of the way."

"I cannot forgive you, I will never forgive you"

"Boss, I'm on my way to help! Kill everyone who gets in the way!

"Sure. I'll be right there, get ready!

"" "" Yes!

Cristella, Luca, Kikka and Anya should have taken my kill too, but they were staring at the monitor without passing out. They were angry, too. My anger drove me to death. As much as I can remember that fierce anger, what appeared on the monitor was tragic.

It was the girls who lost weight to galloping and became only bones and skins. They were naked girls my age, who made bruises and scabs all over their bodies, chained collars and handkerchiefs to walls.

You shouldn't have let him die that easy on the outside road.