Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Finish your meal and take a breath in the fruit water to the generous Mitamas. Have an ops meeting on what to do next.

Mitama said that the only landmark was the hole she used when she came out, even though she couldn't tell the details of the interval. Then would you prefer an undercover mission with a space camo? Your balls can use camo and they'll do reconnaissance.

"We should be near our destination by sundown today. What about infiltrating by dawn tomorrow?

"I don't mind that, but the concubine is evil and obvious, so she's not fit to act secretly."

"Oh, there's this kind of magic about it..."

Reveal my bills to both of you and work out a plan for infiltration.

Here's the procedure.

· Send Tama to explore the surroundings.

-In through a window or something if you can cover it with a space camo (dignified front if you can't seem to).

· Search for Mr. Futuno immediately after infiltration.

· After rendezvous, go to Stupid Bombon.

· At the same time, the capture, or failure, of ghosts.

-A helpful adventurer (?) Put unnecessary sanctions on them as well.

· Be sure to charge a good nuisance fee.

Pretty absurd, but I don't know the inside line, so I guess this is it.

If you're right about Mittama.

- Stupid Bombon + Ghosts + Adventurers (?) x 9 + Mr. Clay

So at least twelve people will have to deal with it. Well, there's no such thing as forgiveness or dust this time because he's definitely a criminal.

"Shall we proceed with the rest at once? Are you both ready?

"" Yes ""

Activate a set of high-mobility transport magic to push the carrier car forward. By the way, the air ejected in "Air Propulsion" "Air Thruster" is a good thing because the car height of the carrier car is high, so it passes directly underneath. This couldn't have been the case with a low car height like a modified car. But I've also gotten used to this dumb outfit if I've been flying for a few hours. He also says he's been paralyzed. That gave me a lot of room to look around and clear my ears. I'm worried about the conversation between the two of you, who can hear a leak from the trunk car behind you, at that fold.

"... so what does Kagra think of Knob?

"I'm going to hold you there. I think concubines are preferable. What about Ning Lo Mita?

"... like, what do you think, maybe. I don't have my feelings sorted out..."

Akan, if a man hears this, he will. Why do you think we're talking about this now? Mr. Mittama, it's too relaxing. Yeah, concentrate. When I'm done with this heavenly... No, I'll flag it. It's all over.

Then we wrapped our plans far around and arrived to our destination. So much trouble getting there too soon.

It is awkward to find out too close, so the carrier car stores it in a cave with a moon cat that has been visited before. Regardless, the entrance and exit were blocked by Stonewall.

We're going to stay close to the nearby woods and reveal the night. I won't forget to put on a spatial camouflage because it's not necessarily without the scourge over there. This magic, it seems, surrounds everyone consciously involved when used and invisible in a domed fashion. Naturally, the center of the dome will be me. Would it be nice if you thought you were moving around wearing an invisible bowl?

And at dawn, we're going down the ramp to infiltrate the mansion. Mita and the others have been giving in for a little while since the other day. They're saying something bumpy. They're pointing a little suspicious at me, but I don't care. Just in case, I won't forget a little trickery.

There are two guards at the gate. Are you up all night? He looks terribly sleepy. Sleep tight now.

"Thou shalt not be imprisoned in thy sleep. Sink into endless dreams. Nightmare Strike Nightmare

The two of them are upright immovable, but their fruits are firmly asleep. I'm sure it's a bad dream, though. It is a harassing magic that has altered the sleep mist. Even dreams of getting oozed (peed) by massive old men at best.

Gi, the more your body can get through, the more you open the gates and go in sequence. I clap out to see if this is all the lookout, but I won't let my guard down. Just in case, a set of defensive magic has been applied to everyone, so I don't think I can do it at all if I have to. As far as Captain Tama's scouts have seen before entering here, it seems Mr. Futuno is not already in the example room. Is it best to catch someone affordable and ask them out?

That's why I pulled one of my closest servants into the room. I don't know which one is the villain anymore, but I have no choice.

"Um, I'm sorry, but if you give me information in person, I swear I won't do anything absurd, so why don't you tell me?

I'll try to talk to a slightly fuzzy older servant as warm as I can. Mesa is frightened...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't. Help me."

It hurts me a little to wonder if I look that bad. But someone pulled my sleeve like that. It is a mite.

"... knob. I'm sure this guy can't even talk. Look at the neck muscle. Slave prints are coming out. I'm sure you won't be able to speak against my husband."

Hmm, is that right? With that said, you've never seen a slave print before. If we raise the level of slave traders, can we disarm them? I'll have to level up next time. But what to do.

Then take out the parchment and write down the question. If you can't talk, I don't know how to point fingers, or how far it will go against my husband, so I'll write down a number of them.

As a result, everything about stupid bombs has been wiped out. However, we were able to obtain such information about Mr. Futuno's location. He succeeded in confirming fingerprints in "First Floor," "Back Hall," and "I've Seen a Fox Beast Man." Rest in the sleep mist so as not to make a scene while thanking you. I'm sorry, but I'll let you go when I'm done.

There was a back hall at the penetration of the aisle. Softly open the door and enter, looking out for everyone.

And behind the hall, Mr. Futuno was imprisoned in a cage. The problem is its outfit. Why are you wearing a wedding dress?

"... sister!

Mitama rushes out to Mr. Futuno. Wait a minute, Mr. Mittama!

When I rushed to speak up, a crisp arrow pierced Mittama's leg... I was bounced by Stoneskin when I tried. Blink, I can't see it coming from here but where did it fly from!?

I rush over to Mitama in a hurry too. I could have prevented one shot, but I don't know the next.

The effect of Pakin and my Stoneskin disappears when I then protect them from holding the mite from multiple arrows that would have been released.

Try to get close. Okay. I can see the whole thing from upstairs with this room blowout. I missed the stairs on both sides. Looking back up, a niggling scumbag-like good guy is looking down at me. Officer, it's this guy.

Around Stupid Bombon there are about ten men, headed by haunted women. Four of them have bows?

Apparently, you found out. Did you have a link or something with the servant's senses?

"Hehe, Dave, you did what you said. I didn't think you'd make it this far."

"Fuck, right? That child ghost is sweet. I thought you were gonna get here when you hang out with this bait."

We're having a conversation where the two of us just don't say it's on schedule.

But a haunted woman has an inferior way of talking that you can't imagine from what she looks like. Mr. Kagra, who has followed him, is looking at his face and teething.

"Mother!? Why are you helping such an intangible person?!

Apparently, my expectations met to some extent. But I can't solve it. Mr. Kagra's mother would do this? And he said he should have died.

Identification teacher, please analyze those two in full operation.

Name: Brave Gender: Male Age: 23 Race: Pu

Class: Spellman LV28 Condition: Health

Title: None

[Skills]

Dark Magic Lv6 Courtesy Lv2 Life Magic

Name: Suseri Gender: Female Race: Ghost Race

Class: Ghost Princess Status: Death

Title: [Ghost Princess]

[Skills]

Bar Art Lv6 Body Enhancement Lv4 Rigid Body Lv3 Housekeeping Lv3 Curse Resistant Lv7

Oh, my God!? Identification teacher. More corners to corners. Harry, Harry!

There was something that reacted with Pico while the eyes were running so full that they were likely to have heat. I can sense the presence of heterogeneity around my chest, technically, in the back around my heart.

Name: Dave Gender: Male Age: 47 Race: Evil Spirit "Specter" Tribe

Class: Polar LV33 Condition: Parasitic

Title: None

[Skills]

None

[Unique Skills]

All dead bodies.

[Evil Spirit "Specter" Clan]

A race that is abhorrent from manipulating corpses as they are willing to take over in a subspecies of the devil tribe. Manipulate in a way that parasitizes into the body with a gaseous life form. Only unique skills can be used by the body, but the skills held by the manipulating corpse can be used. Non-magical attacks are deactivated. Especially vulnerable to fire and light attributes.

[Extreme]

Classes that can be obtained by those with extreme exterior roads. Excellent ability of intimidation system. I am also good at borrowing the authority of others.

... Exactly de exterior! You can no longer call me a monster. The content would be obvious given the literal and circumstance, although the intrinsic skills cannot read the performance.

"Mr. Kagra, that's not your mother. Technically, your mother's body is being manipulated."

"Well, there's the kid. You got it. I thought it was just an aside, but that's funny. Let me live and use you as a slave."

Nitanita and Dave looking at this one. The contents of it lived even though your mother seemed to have killed the slave trader (Dave) because she manipulated the body. She must have disposed of the body that no longer needed to be attached to your mother's body. It's a real pain in the ass and the ability to blaspheme the dead.

"Hmm, do you know what it's like to turn your teeth on me, son of a nobleman? If you're gonna get caught, I'm gonna save your life."

Idiot Bombon even comes up with a good suggestion here. Who would accept such a thing? I know a lot about Jamito.

This guy says he's the son of a nobleman, but he's currently being duped. I guess I didn't get acquitted of the boulder because I burned down one of the villages. But neither the parents nor the parents could deport such a son underneath, and he came here to Gramada via Jamito. With Jamito's rear shield and funding from his parents, this idiot seems to be imitating Yakuza in Gramada. You think he seemed to have talent for illegal things, such as lending money to Dark Gold Masters and mediating illegally collected slaves in the shadows, and now he's quite a facial figure? Well, I'm gonna crush it here.

"Pfft, what is my duped idiot son saying?"

If you let it stand aside to provoke, the funnier it fitted, the more spare face I could afford earlier was boiled bright red. Low boiling point, ex-accompany.

"You!! Where did you tell that story? Hurt yourselves and capture them."

"" "" "Ha" ""

Men coming down both sides of the stairs simultaneously. At the same time, the arrows fall apart and shoot at us.