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

Across the mountain range, which stretches north of the Lute Sea, it was a densely populated sea of conifers. The snow, which covered the mountain range white, has also already melted and fresh greens are beginning to sprout in the mountain hem. Spring also seems to be coming to the North.

This is the Democratic Republic of Nolan. It is a great country with the North of the continent as its national territory. However, the inside line is not very clear. Because the nations of this continent are in a state of war for a long time, and Noran is also in a state of engagement with countries that do not leak into its example and border it.

Because the world is not yet developed to communicate information, information can only be moved through rumours, letters, and other forms of communication. There are magic props for communication, but they are not popular among the general public, and they are not connected outside the country. Therefore, the information ceases to flow externally because the movement of people is restricted when the borders are blocked by war. I only have about the means to gain from the soldiers captured in the fighting.

The impression of a country called Nolan, built up from fragmented information gathered that way, was, in short, a dictatorship. Close to that country on the north side of a peninsula in Asia.

Just to glorify the Democratic Republic, politics is run by a resolution by the representatives of the people. However, the people shall not have the right to elect their representatives. There is a great nobility known as the Three Sects, whose representatives of Parliament are elected by nomination of the Three Sects Heads of Household. Other than that, there is no way to be a senator. There is no way that a legitimate policy can be discussed in such a situation, and only a resolution convenient to the three sects will be made in Parliament, and Members of Parliament will only approve it.

The family names of the three houses are the Gordias, Auro and Zolotto families. There is a kinship between each house by marriage, essentially fabricating in these three houses a dictatorial political system that can also be called the Nolan royal family.

The national territory is mostly cold and not very suitable for agriculture. Most of the harvest obtained from marginal arable land is collected as a tax and the people are constantly gasping for poverty.

It is armaments and education that are holding back a situation in which there is likely to be an immediate insurgency. If civilians want a decent life at all, they can only become military personnel, and in the education that takes place, they are taught: 'Nolan is the world's most advanced nation', 'Foreign countries are full of uncultivated savages' and 'Our people, who hold the great three sects as leaders, are happy'. Brainwashing with electorate ideas and giving superiority suppresses dissatisfaction.

The main means of acquiring foreign currency is pillaging by banditry. Bandits if you go in the mountains, pirates if you go in the sea. By attacking, committing, and taking away, he seems to be pre construction educating the barbarians that Nolan is superior. Grabbing women and children means rescuing them from savage foreign countries. After that, abuse in the name of education is still awaited. In other words, they are made into illegal slaves.

That's what I gathered from the Adventurer's Guild and the Commercial Guild, about a country called Nolan.

"I don't know, a country that's not even a rock," he said.

"Is it education that Atai's house was burned! It's a shame!"

"Oh, this is something we have to educate you about."

It was information-sharing before we took action, but as expected, everyone's impression of Nolan sucked. Naturally. I usually carry a black flame in the background, even a warm Luca. I'm just scared of smiles that make my face the same as usual.

Now I'm off a planar magic cigar-type UFO retreat and resting by a spring springing up in the sea of trees. The time is before noon. I'm not tired of anything, but I need a bathroom break.

There were some pretty big demons around, like heralds and big bears, but they've already turned into chunks of meat. The Demon Stone was the size of the Great Forest demons, so it may actually be quite a demonic place here as well. Well, we'd have no problem getting used to it in the Great Forest. It's like everyday life.

By the way, about this revenge trip, the Adventurer's Guild is delivered to 'Go north of the Lute Sea on a remnant hunt for pirates'. I haven't told you a single lie. Remaining Party = Noran Leadership, and Noran is north of the Lute Sea.

"So, Master Beat, what are you going to do now?

"I guess I'll start by gathering information about the Three Sects. It seems hard to get rid of them all, so I'm going to continue with the current owners of each house and educate them (...) up to that preliminary candidate. To do that, we need to find out where we are. I'd like to know your face if I could."

"Then you should stop by if there's a city on the road to Caghan"

"Maybe you should stop being a big city. Yeah. You may be alerted to the arrival of unfamiliar people with communications magic tools. If you do small towns and villages, you'll be fine."

"Right. If there was a small village, let's scout it first. The rest of us will be on guard."

If voter education is spreading to local villages, it might be dangerous just to stop by.

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Stopping by is dangerous. That's for sure. But this is a little unexpected. Different types of hazards. No, in a way, is it always the same?

"Guh!"

"Ben!? Ben got hit! Somebody turn around for cover!

"Don't be impotent! You don't have any free hands!

"Damn, these are the eastern villages! You couldn't get past the winter this year, like they were good guys."

"If you have time to grieve, move your hands! If this place is torn down, our village is one of these guys!

The first village I found on the plain ahead through the tree sea, where demons were attacking me. Not again. Towns and villages are being attacked by demons and bandits the first time I go, what do you mean? Is that kind of a rendezvous, or is this normal in this world? Either way, it's not a lot.

The demon you're attacking is a zombie, the first undead demon you'll ever see. Quite a few. Two hundred will be over. In contrast, there are more than two dozen villagers responding with barricades and sticks that have been put together by Marutai. Definitely unfavourable.

The zombie herd is concentrated on the eastern side of the village. They don't seem to have the wisdom to surround the village or go around. Literally, I guess there's no blood around your head.

Moving slowly, too. Some guys are walking to pull their legs off with Nosonoso, or crawling with cheats in their bellies. Some guys walk with their hands in front, like zombie movies and games. Exactly horror.

Honestly, I don't want to fight zombies. I don't like horror. No, I'm fine with bones and muscles, but I'm sick of rotting and sticking out. I'm used to demon dismantling, so it's okay, but it can be true that you want me to spare you the dismantling of a zombie. But can't you say that too?

"I can't help what it took to get through, abandoning it doesn't seem to sleep well, and I'll help!

"" "" "" Hi!

Drop a cigar-type UFO seaweed on a wasteland about five hundred meters south of the village and release the plane. The loaded luggage falls down with dsadosa. There's nothing broken, so it's okay.

Then coat everyone's weapons and body with planar magic. If anything happens to 'Undead can't be defeated unless it's a magic weapon', that solves the problem. Plane magic, he's a ghost.

"It's mindless..."

"There's nothing wind magic can do about it, and it's shabby"

Kikka and Cristella, who remain on the luggage's turn, sound sorry.

It's simply a matter of compatibility that has left these two. For zombies, an attack that hits or cuts is effective, but an attack that pokes is ineffective. Because if you don't crush your bones or slash your hands and feet off, you can't stop moving. Kikka's bow and Kristera's fine sword do not deal effective damage.

Samantha's spear is also a weapon to poke at, but this one can also be attacked like a stick to swing and slap. Better than the two of you.

Well, it's your turn to luggage, too. I want you to encourage me not to rot.

Into a herd of zombies, we go in with the rest of us. Woo is following me, too, but he looks like he has no heart or low tension. Well, because it's rotten meat. I can't help but be unwilling to ride. You shouldn't eat it 'cause I'm gonna break your stomach, okay?

"I'm a traveler! Come help!?"

When I tried to give him a name where my distance was about 100 meters, the zombies turned to me all at once. That's already disgusting at the same time. No, actually, I'm sick, but did I draw your attention with my voice? Tympanic membrane, is it still there?

And the zombies will kill me. It's horror. I don't even look to Daisy or Luca, Samantha or Anya around. No, my eyeballs won't look white and cloudy anymore. Still, why just me?

Well, can you even say it's convenient in a way?

"All spread out! I'll pull it off, scrape it off the outside!

My decree will keep everyone at a distance. You didn't understand, Woo, you're standing by me. Are you going to protect me? Love him.

The zombie movement coming towards me is dull. You don't have to use physical enhancement to run normally enough to pull it apart. I don't have a weapon, and I don't use magic. To be honest, it's a slime-like mutton fish.

I don't like to wait. He jumps into a herd of zombies and slashes the left and right swords and squares. Ugh, it stinks pretty bad. "It's rotten, it's too early" is not the case. I might have to wash a set of gear for this later.

neck, ankle and wrist. Slash the zombies that come together with Walla Walla, depending on allowances or whatever. But I don't feel reduced at all, whether I slash it or not. I'm in the mood for a zombie movie. Give me a break.

The guy who got his hands and feet slashed is rumbling, but the body that got his neck slashed is stopping him from moving. The disconnected head moves his mouth with the Ugo, so apparently there's a part of his head that's a nucleus of zombies. So, you can't just die on your neck? No, he's already dead. It's tricky.

"Sounds like your head's weak! Slash it or crush it and you can stop it!

"Ok!

"... slap!

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Is that it? I haven't heard back from Luca and Samantha. No way!? No, there are signs. Looks like we're both a little far apart.

Seeing, Luca is rubbing her crouched Samantha's back. Ah, that's the thing. The smell or the way it looks, it must have made me sick anyway. He's got eyeballs popping up, or he's got marks all around his neck eaten up. What else?

After this, I plan to do the same thing to my living human opponent in Kagan, okay? I'm a little worried. Maybe I need to get used to you one by one.

In the meantime, we need to clear the zombies in front of us now. Not at all, no kiri from next to next. I'm blowing it up with a rocket launcher!