Riot Grasper

"... puha! I don't know when I've ever felt so good about drinking."

With a grin on his red face is Dore, the beast man, wrapped in merchant clothing with a fuzzy body.

Next to him sits Mirei, arguably an old friend, who is adding a fresh touch of moisture to his empty glass.

That was a lot more delicious for Dore than the fancy liquor he drinks in a celebration cup when he made a big profit in business.

"Hey, and I'm really glad Mr. Milley's okay. When Arnold talked to me, I lost so much weight in shock."

"I'm sorry to bother you, Dore. But... I think you were a little slimmer in my memory?

"Well, the last time I saw Mr. Millet was when I left the village... and it was over a decade ago, wasn't it? I think it got a little rounded up compared to those days."

"... a little, I wonder?

The destination of Millet's gaze is Dore's plump belly.

"Ah... yes, I haven't heard from you at all since you left the village, but business is going better?

"Well... I was desperate for a lot of things. Thanks to you, we're in business."

At the time, Dore, who was in love with Millet, was unable to organize his complex feelings within himself, while congratulating Millet and Arnold on their bond.

That was one of the reasons I decided to leave the village and do business, so it was difficult to get a newsletter out.

Now the years are flowing, and the mind is organized to the extent that we can purely congratulate the two of them on their happiness.

Still, I can't deny my mind comes to a situation where Miley laughs next door.

"-... that's why I told him I was scared. I don't talk about weighing items mixed with crude products, but the next time I come, keep my conscience on the scale! …"

Who can blame Dore for talking about a warrior tradition that is sometimes drunk and doesn't usually talk?

"... more. You're kind of just talking about me."

Try to pinch the millet, with Dore and Arnold sitting at both ends of her.

From earlier on, Millet had all the conversations with Dore.

"It doesn't matter. Millet and I just took the time to talk."

Arnold tells him not to worry, stirring up the booze.

Dore distracted him and left him alone right after the reunion.

"Hey, what were you talking about?

"Right...... you also told me about when you and I were traveling together and when you and Sage met after you crossed over to Richelle"

"If she did, she'd be so depressed that she couldn't talk to anyone for a while... I can't thank you enough for being my friend and encouraging me, Sage."

Imagining how my son, Lim, was suffering, Miley slapped her hand just saying she had come up with a name.

"That's right! As long as the rim is good, I'll take that kid, Sage. Your--"

To undo that statement, Dunn! and it was Arnold who slapped the glass table hard against the table.

"Hey, what's up, Arnold? You look so scared."

Arnold, unaware that he had a strong face, instantly loosened his expression before turning to Mirei.

"Mmm... no, speaking of which, Nantka's that you were taken care of..."

"What's wrong with Howl Oulu?

"That's right. I have to thank the captain there someday."

"Ahhh, I guess I'll be moving around where that guy lives soon, and I'll never see him again. I had a great shoulder write-up of a deputy captain, too, but what I was doing was like a chore or a troublemaker, and if you thank me for the help, it's like I paid for it with my own body, so I don't think I need anything else."

Cooking laundry, etc. was done with other members of the group, but there is a wide variety of work to be done in search of an orphan's place of reception that the head of the group had picked up on his own, in exchange for operating funds for the regiment, and was thrown round by Millet.

"No, but I'm glad Mr. Milley seems to have been helped by conscientious people. The fear of bandits is stained because you're a merchant, but if they were the Bad Bandits or something, you wouldn't have figured out what you could ask for in return for your help. If you do poorly, you can really pay with your body or something...... Ah, but Mirei is also younger than he used to be - kubufu!!"

In the middle of the word, Millet's fist pierced Dore's face.

I wouldn't say such a thing if I were him normally, but it seemed disastrous that I was pretty drunk now.

Dore's face, which had a flaky grin, was grossly distorted and fell off the chair.

"... no, that would be a bad dore right now"

"... yeah, that hurt me too now"

Arnold and Millet, breathing perfectly together, reached out to help Dore try to get up.

"It hurts. No, I swear to my merchant eyes that Mr. Milley is beautiful. But the last time I saw Mr. Millet was more than ten years ago, as I said..."

Indeed, Millet's figure in Dore's memory is about a little older than the current rim.

For him, the memory of the three of us playing together, including Arnold and Miley, accounts for the majority.

"I haven't spoken to Dore for a while now. I'm telling you, I've been spoken to by the captain many times, too. Well, he was a lifelike chasing a pretty girl, and he was a bad captain like he always had a different woman, but I still don't either -"

"What, you say?

Arnold leaked a grunt as he stiffened his body like a stone, with a strong expression.

"Ah..."

Millet, who realizes that he has made a misleading statement, hurries to correct it.

"Chi, it's not. Arnold. That's what the captain said to everyone. I didn't have any memories and I wasn't interested in guys like that..."

Arnold keeps his mouth shut and just speeds up the pace of drinking.

I won't stop.

"Already, Dore, do something for him!

"I'm fine. Don't worry, Arnold."

Dore, whose nose was bleeding until just now, squeezes his face tight and then spins his words.

"If you make full use of my information network as a merchant, you will soon find out where they are. All you have to do is wear my entire fortune, hire a lot of mercenaries and adventurers, and raid Azito and you can easily destroy one or two of the bandits!

"Whoa!!"

Arnold responds with a roar to Dore's suggestion.

"Hey... Dore, you're pretty drunk too?! Don't be silly."

"It's not stupid! The only time I put my mind in order is if the other guy is Arnold! I wonder if I can forgive the others!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

"I don't know what I'm talking about anymore!!"

Millet's Iron Fist hit the abdomen of both Arnold and Dore clean.

"Ugh..."

"Ugh, oh..."

The two of them are stimulated by the abdomen that was packed with fluttering liquor and try to hold the contents up with their hands.

"Yes, yes, if you want to throw up, let's go that way."

Millet dragging two grown men with both hands,

"Damn, you two are like kids all the time. But... I haven't seen Arnold so shaky in a long time"

and groaned small.

At the same time, I remember the past when the three of us were playing friendly together.

I admired Arnold, who was an elderly man, but he said a lot of unscrupulous things to Dore, who was close to his age.

It is also well remembered that he asked Dore to swim in the swamp in order to capture the nussies to live in the swamp that was near the village.

"It's been over ten years since then."

Millet, dragging them together, loosened his expression and gave them a tickle and a grin.

"Well...... but I wonder if this feels bad right now"

"- Hmm... you have the same race everywhere"

Ray, who was an adult but watched the trio interact like a child from the side, leaked that sentiment.

………

"Hey, hey, Len, are you listening?

"... eh!? Oh, sorry, sister Ray. Ouilla, I was just thinking. It's delicious, this skewer."

"Ha... right. It's delicious."

As she rips the meat out of the skewer, the juicy gravy fills over her tongue.

"Oh, Alba, come on!! Hey, come and see and touch me. Oooh!! Luke, Luke!!"

A man who was supposed to have gone out fumbling earlier rushed back with a mixed voice of madness.

"Buh-uh."

The dish that Ray blew out with surprise strikes directly at his brother in front of him.

"Hey, Sister Ray, calm down... you're raising this roar - oh, Sai"

A frantic brunette man - Ren, who looks at Sage half used to it, takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his face.

"What the hell happened this time?

"Koho... Koho... come on? I don't care what he does anymore, I'm pretty sure I can convince you."

"Right, yeah. Ouilla's trying to crack even Sai's name."

Not only my twin sisters and brothers, but apparently everyone around me had the same emotions, and a warm, human-skinned, warm gaze poured into Sage.

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… I recall that a demon named Flamecat, who previously lived in Lava Cave, possessed fire magic skills and by strengthening it evolved into another demon named Scorching Heat Tyrant (Agnitieger).

Given that what was an adorable cat-like appearance transformed into a rough flaming tyrant, it could also have predicted what happened right in front of me.

No, I think he predicted it unconsciously.

Having witnessed Luke's evolution, I went to call Mr. Alba, who seemed excited to be familiar with the demonic ecology.

Mr. Alba also revealed his surprise (* slightly different tone from the actual tone) with "Wow... I've never seen anything like this before", but my excitement still hasn't quenched the fire after dawn of the night.

In fact, even though I don't have errands like this, I'm here to see Luke.

My body is getting bigger around and my nails and horns are getting sharper,

"Quo."

After all, it would be a fine wing growing from the back when it comes to the biggest changes.

- Former dragon.

"Possesses a rare skill that I have never seen before, called All Attribute Resistance LV2 (60/150), which probably occurred by transferring all six attribute resistance skills to Luke.

It's likely that was an evolutionary condition, but I don't have the courage to try and take this skill away from Luke.

If you fail, you won't be able to take it again, and from Luke in the first place, you'll feel like, 'What do you say!?'.

According to Alba, who said it was the first time he had seen the real thing, the former dragon was said to live in a land with very harsh environments. They say encounters are rare and extremely rare monsters in themselves.

I take it personally that if I sold it to the Beast Shop, it would be worth it enough to play and live my whole life.

... Well, I won't sell it.

Add that Luke didn't get the skills in such a way as to merge with other individuals, unlike Lyme, so far nothing has happened that runs wild either.

Just like before, he looks at me with the same eyes as he looks at meat.

Well, I'd say my range of action has expanded dramatically with the horseman gaining the ability to fly.

It could be the same pleasure as when you get an airship at the end of the game.

Well... it's only recently that I started working on this site, and it's still at the beginning.

That's why I was thinking of inviting you to show your face to the Adventurer Guild today, even at the rim -

"Se? Yeah, I knew I was here."

Ren called me from behind, and the time to love Luke was forced to end.

"You know, I need to talk to you for a second."

"What's going on?

"No, this base is getting a lot of people, too, right? Shania and Berga are gone, but new Mr. Arnold and Mr. Dore, and that demon... Mr. Alba? That's what I'm here for."

Mmm, that's a lot more.

"So, I was wondering if we could use this opportunity to renovate the bathroom."

Behind this site there is a bathing area where you can draw in the water from the nearby river and store it in a hot tub. It is a convenient specification that can be adjusted to a proper temperature by magic props when used.

Because it consumes mana crystals, most of the magic items in the ruins are not operational, but it prioritized my desire to take a bath, making the bathroom usable.

It now takes the form of a wooden plate called 'in use' to put it on the door, but what Len called renovation was that it would completely separate male and female water.

... It might be more convenient for you to increase the number of men and women.

How did the dragon man who lived in the ruins in the past use it...... like a mixed bath or something?

And, well, whatever that joke is--

"I'll try everything from sourcing materials to construction by myself."

Hmm.

"Ren, it... can I help you out a little, too?

"...... eh!?"