Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Collect balm birds in one place and strip demon stones from modified balm birds.

Then think again.

How the hell are you taking home this massive balm bird?

As I was haunting my head, I heard a pair of guys from the back of the woods.

"Hey brother, I can't. 'Cause no more... Balm birds in alert can catch up with human feet..."

"Shut up, you idiot! You must have gotten away with it because you were bluffing! If we can't catch that fucking bird and collect the gold, the big deficit is a good place too! I'll never let you get away with this. Never!

In a rough tone, the product doesn't sound very good.

I knew you'd come.

The sounds of balm birds drew on, other than balm birds.

He's a balm bird-aiming adventurer.

As far as I'm concerned, I wanted to avoid making contact with other adventurers in the absence of people's eyes like this.

I don't remember very well the adventurers in this city.

I saw it when I first came to Adventurer Support, Gaston, which threatens officials.

The next adventurers to demonstrate at the ruins. Gaston flies cursing in there disputed.

Adventurers who will see with suspicion if they hunt mutant species. And Gaston, who has come to attribute it to Dostraight.

I've seen adventurers getting drunk and fighting since daytime. One crack was Gaston.

Oh, my God, isn't it just Gaston when you think about it calmly?

You don't have to avoid that much.

Two adventurers show themselves from behind the forest.

The man carrying the axe and the man carrying the bow barrel.

Are they both in their late twenties or something?

The two looked alike.

I heard you say 'brother' earlier, so I guess you're a brother.

The guy with the axe is taller, and the guy with the bow is a little fatter with a round face.

When Meir looked at the two adventurers, she grabbed my sleeve for anxiety.

Looks like I should talk to you about this.

"Hey, what is this situation..."

The bowman's little fat man, perhaps his brother, zeroed in that way.

We both like Gatai.

Would it also be a hand to get help carrying balm birds if they seem to be trustworthy?

My brother looked around more at the balm bird that fell to the ground, and then turned to me.

"Hey, kid. A face you don't see, but a new America? What is this balm bird? What happened? What happened?

"Yes, he's the one who recently started an adventurer, fleeing the country without following his parents' intentions. I'm Abel, and she's Meir."

That's what I explained, I bowed my head.

Only to get out poorly for now.

Seniors. Sometimes you can hear something valuable, or you can help me.

My brother still stared at me with suspicious eyes.

Oh, that was Balm Bird's explanation.

Should I be properly deluded?

"All in all, Meir tailored the balm bird with a bow"

I gave Meir a thumbs-up and said it with a Doya face.

I'm not lying.

Meir stabbed Todome with a bow at the end of the day when I played with magic.

The balm birds I have directly tailored are about the modified balm birds in the example.

Meir pulls my sleeve and looks up at me with half a cry.

"Because Meir is a master of bows"

Meir shakes her head with tremendous momentum. I was half crying.

It's getting a little fun.

"What no? These kids, these numbers of balm birds?

"Brother, I don't think it has to be. Neither of us are Knox, nor Noir. It doesn't look like much. The woman, maybe a hunting nation on the periphery with a lot of ferocious warcraft. I've heard at the tavern that the corners are very sensual."

"Ha ha, I see, I see. Is it the type of guy who's only good at hunting miscellaneous fish? If you use it well, don't be gold."

My brother laughed more distorted.

"What do you think of that white kid?

"You're a magician because you have a wand, but you don't have a balm bird with a magical trauma. And the beans in that hand, they look like sculptors. Probably an ethnic group from the tech family originally. He said he rubbed it with his parents and popped out, and his body was thin. I don't think you've had much experience hunting."

"Whoa, whoa, that's just useless."

White kid is about me...

I hear everything, dude.

But you look at it surprisingly well.

Good thing I pulled the demon stone off the modified balm bird.

"No, no, you're late to introduce yourself. I'm Gordon, this fat guy over here is Mordon. I'm a quasi-D, and Mordon's an E-class adventurer. It's gonna hit you big seniors."

Brother...... Gordon slaps his hand, laughing at the pieces.

Quasi-D, same class as Gaston? Quite at the top of the adventurers in the city of Romane.

Gordon spreads his arms to the left and right and walks over softly.

Suddenly, I was in a strangely friendly mood. Somehow, he looks like a thin man.

"One thing, as a senior, I'll teach you. You don't know much about it in the beginning, but it's quality for adventurers."

What are you talking about?

"It's not just rank. Do you have a role, or is it really something you can't do without him, or do you pull it off when it just drifts off the edge? Money and life are at stake, so it's natural. It's common for parties in new America, he's called unequal quality. Because I'm sweet, I used to work with useless people. Now that I know the reality, I ended up with Mordon."

"That's because my brother rubbed it with his appropriations and went wild, and bad rumors spread, so I can't help it..."

Gordon slapped Mordon in the back of the head with something to say.

But I see more or less what I'm trying to say.

In short, I guess you're thinking of pulling through Meir.

Should I have vomited an extra lie? No, either way, was Gordon here to negotiate?

Was it rather safe not to hit Mere clean?

Check Mere's complexion.

He blued his face and stared at the ground.

My ability to grip my sleeve has also weakened, to such an extent that I am now picking it with my fingers. The tip is also trembling with defiance.

"You know what I mean? Horned woman... was that Meir? Throw away that white useless thing there and put it on me. Such a little kid doesn't even make you a bodyguard when you have to, hey. I look like a gentleman..."

Meir's body fluttered, so I managed to support her.

I didn't have the strength to keep supporting him, so I gently let the nearby tree make me believe him.

"Are you okay, Meir, hey!

"Don't do it, throw it away... don't do it..."

With his vain eyes, he was so repeated with bumps.

"Hey, hold on! Hey!"

Really no adventurer in this city is Loc.

Gaston wasn't the only one.

"What are you guys doing? Well, fine. Anyway, horny woman, you need to follow me..."

Is getting rid of these guys ahead of Meir's follow up for now?

"As far as the party is concerned, this is our problem, so could you please not interfere anymore? Me and Meir are not dissatisfied with the status quo. And look, Meir doesn't seem to be feeling well either."

"Come on, you're going to be deluded for that! Oh? You, you look like you've been poked where it hurts, haha!

What the hell is this guy?

I'm really getting a little pissed off.

"No, um..."

"Uh, okay. I don't have to tell you. I know all about it. You must be desperate, too, and no, you can't help it if you say so. So let me test you as a senior to see if you can do it as an adventurer. That will change the woman and your mind. Uh... I can draw attention to the abuse of the weak, but shh. Don't you think it's a senior's role to take on a hated role?"

Gordon stabbed the axe to the ground, squeaking his fingers.

"What, let me stretch my face so hard? Are you freaking out? Oh? Don't worry, you don't take your life. Come on. I just can't ever be an adventurer again. I might be so worn out, but I resent you. Shh. Such an accident, adventurer. How dare you? I can't believe you're not ready, you didn't tell me you licked like that, did you?

Even for Gaston, why are all these guys fighting so fast?

I don't have a choice, do what you want and just get rid of it.