Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

"Ha ha ha! No, I can't stop laughing yet"

"I didn't know you were going inside the cabin from yourself, Buha"

"Sasa, this way."

"Mm-hmm. Coming. Gashern. Too bad! It was a barn!

"Buha, you guys didn't laugh a lot. I laughed before I closed the lock. That was really bad."

"That's when they all are. But I was too strong and in a hurry, but I was saved by an asshole kid. Huh! No. That confident back going into the barn. It's funny just remembering."

An old stone building with noticeable weathering.

In a certain room in the basement, Roulier was completely rotten.

The room is omnidirectional, surrounded by stone walls, where not a single window is attached. The only thing that was taking in light and air from the outside was a small peek window in a steel door.

"... I want you to"

I try to sue him with a bang and a knock on the door, but the men on the ground floor don't get Lourier's voice. Even if it arrives, they won't be dealt with.

Bam bam bam, I try to slap the door hard with even more momentum to break it, but my hand just hurts and the door doesn't even frighten me.

No matter how you level up, it wasn't how you could do a steel door with your bare hands.

"Mmmm..."

Then Roulier took out Scoop this time.

From where? Of course it's from inside the [item box].

Roulier's right-hand thumb was equipped with an artifact called 'The Ring of the Gold Coin in the Treasury +2', although it is not known at first sight because it is not the right size and is fixed to a wrap around with leather strings. An [item box] is a skill that resided in that artifact.

Scoop removed from it is also an artifact - "Powering Iron Scoop +1". [Rigid LV2] skills dwelt in this scoop, which grew after a battle with Cyclops.

If you pass magic through Love Scoop, which is not the sword of love, your powers will increase all over Lourier's body.

Roulier set up a scoop against the door.

The left hand holds the pattern of the scoop to support it from the bottom, while the right hand holds the triangular grip attached to Scoop's ass backwards. That's a basic form when digging a hole in a scoop, but the blow rolling out of here has also proven to be cyclops. I mean, this is her special plan.

Rulier made a special blow as he thrust into the steel door.

Gun! Or go! Like, anyway, she was a roulier who was dressed up anticipating such a hard recoil, but she stuck too much momentum to the unexpected feeling that had returned to the tip of Scop.

"- Muppy."

Keep hitting him hard in the face with the door, rolling corny in the rear.

Lurier, who rose with a groan holding down her bright red nose and "Mmm," blinked a half-eye of pain and forgotten tears at the strange sight that was in front of her.

In front of Roulier's eyes, the steel door had a scratch of scoop.

I don't think this is weird - and I think it's just Lourier.

Is that possible for Scoop to stab so beautifully in the steel door?

But even so, Scop is now poking at the door.

I pulled a scoop to try it out and it came out spooky amazingly easy.

Roulier thought for a while comparing Scoop to the hole in the door before swinging Scoop again. However, not so much effort this time. I don't even gain momentum.

Still, crisp, left a soft hand similar to what I had just felt, and Scoop stood at the steel door with ease.

Hmm, and Roulier's nose leaked.

Something amazing. That's the extent to which she figured it out.

But if that's all I could tell, I was fooled and depressed. Enough to raise her tension.

Crisp, crisp, and in good shape, Roulier keeps filling the doors with holes. No, it's not just the door. The stone walls also drilled holes as easily as if they were digging in the sand.

Approximately two minutes later, he escaped the original shapeless hut and Roulier stood in the hallway.

I've walked myself to the cabin, and I know which way the exit is. Roulier walked out for a staircase at the end of the hallway.

But that's where her [hearing detection] caught the signs.

I stopped my leg. There's another room. Perhaps this room, closed to steel doors, is also a chamber. I felt countless signs from the other side that separated the door.

As Roulier looked up at the door, her gaze and eyes peeked at this one from a peep window that was higher than her head.

"- Hey, did you see anything?

……

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Me too."

"Shut up and don't pull. This is a tough position."

Something tells me I can hear you from across the door.

Is it the Lord of that voice? Rulier glanced back at her glance, glancing back at her half-eyes.

"Can't you see anything?

……

"Give me a reply."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Shut up. I told you it was in order."

Something is busy, but my gaze is still staring at Roulier.

So Roulier softly raised his right-hand scoop.

As you aim, your big, puffy eyes are drawn to Scoop.

So Roulier treated Scoop to [item box].

I was surprised by Scop, who suddenly disappeared, and the shadow shook grassy across the peep window.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Roulier put his chest up well for the big reaction. Such a peek at the rulier. The shadow across the window stared with his eyes sparkling.

Did you feel better about that gaze, Roulier lifted his right hand again, and now he took Pomp Scoop out of the void. Again the shadow shook with gras as surprised. I get puckered. Gragra. Pomp it out. Gragra. I get puckered again. Gragra.

Whenever I pounded, pounded, pounded, pounded in and out, the shadow shook violently, and a voice rang from across the door saying "don't burst" but "dangerous".

Rulier, who was totally amused and playing, had a scattered vigilance around him.

Therefore, it was almost simultaneous with Lourier's ears moving pictorially by [auditory detection] and his voice echoing from across the hallway.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

One of the kidnappers who came down the stairs confirmed Rulier and the mutilated hut, blued his face and shouted.

Hear your buddies scream, and multiple footsteps sound bumpy from upstairs.

I can't see you panicking to Lourier.

Because he thinks he can win even if it's a fight, and he actually wins once.

But the circumstances changed when one man came down the stairs, echoing an unpretentious footstep that didn't even want to go through the screams of his companions there.

"... hmm?

He was an unrecognizable man.

I cut my light-colored brown hair short and my physique is gassy. A brown robe that you can see at first sight is luxurious to wrap its body around. The eyes are unusually thin, and the light shining behind them is sharp as if they were cleavage.

"... you're unbelievable. I heard he was a kid with a title, but he's really not a little kid yet."

The novice man was the owner of a calm voice against the sharpness of his eyes.

"No, do it, you're not just a kid, Mr. Lanza! Look at that. Yo. Look, that!

It was the remains of a brittle but crumbling stone wall that the kidnapper's man said and pointed to. And it was a steel door with a strange way of being destroyed like twitching the potatoes back with a spoon.

"I see. Given the amount of magic, it should be something like around level 20... but you don't have any attacking power at all"

With that said, the man called Lanza looked further at Roulier with his narrow eyes.

"So this is the power of the title"?

At the same time as words, deliberate, and unidentified discomfort strikes the rulier.

Faster than understanding who the discomfort is, Roulier reflexively puts his strength into his legs, and -

"Heavenly Thunder Thread"

At the same time Lanza's strange language form of words echoed, Bari, and purple electricity ran on the space.

Ceiling to ground. A thin thunder pours down on Roulier's eyes.

But one hair at a time.

Roulier was faster than lightning struck and had already jumped back.

As a result, the thunder fell to the ground and struck a flashy spark as it passed just past Roulier's toe.

"That's a pretty good idea."

There doesn't seem to be any particular emotion in the emptiness, and Lanza grins sparingly.

Roulier, on the other hand, still jumped into the air, not sure what had happened either. But still, the battle experience gained so far turned on the switch in her almost automatically.

Roulier reaches out his right hand when he is in position in the air. To retrieve once again the scoop I had earlier laid to surprise the gaze beyond the door.

At the same time as the landing, Roulier went from [item box] to...

"Muddy."

Moment after moment, the ground at Rulier's feet disappeared.

No, the stone ground suddenly turned into mud.

"Mmm."

My right leg is about to sink into the mud. As I stomped on it and tried to endure it, my feet were increasingly deprived of movement by the sinking mud.

"This would be inevitable, wouldn't it?

Lanza puts her right hand over Lourier's head and her left hand at Lourier's feet.

Then a strange discomfort struck Rulier, who had been taken off his leg, also deliberately.

And...

"Thunder Gun."

Along with the lightning that far outstripped earlier, lightning pierced the rulier from overhead as if it were a spear.

"…………………………………………………… 8265; …"

After a severe cramp from a thunderbolt that ran all over his body, Roulier eventually fell patsy like a puppet with a broken thread, he also stopped moving with Pickle.

After a moment of silence, Lanza slowly lowered her arms as she exhaled with Hung.

"Whoa, whoa. That's Mr. Lanza!

"Fine, tie him up quickly. If you bring it, you'll wake up."

"No, no..."

There was a burning smell and white smoke rising from the entire body of the fallen lourier.

"Instead of waking up, you're dead...?

"There's a level there. I'm not going to die to this extent. Quicker than that. Look, if you take the tag, roll it around with a rope so you can't move one finger. When it's over, load it up in the carriage."

"Oh, you mean the carriage is leaving already?

"Oh."

"But what about these guys?

Another barn ahead that the man pointed to. A shadow staring blindly at the knocked out lourier from across the peep window turned back to his surprise when he was suddenly fingered. Something sounds like a fall from inside the cabin.

"Oh, I'm taking you home because that didn't sell. Keep him in the carriage with you."

"What, you didn't sell it in the end? ⁉

"... with a pinch of pussy. The product was deducted from the story. I know you were going to see my foot because I'm a dark slave, but I'm not having any trouble with my guests."

"Can I decide on my own? My husband will hate me again."

"It's just useless to care because it's usual for him to be gutty and loud. Besides, there's a good souvenir this time."

Lanza turned her thin eyes on the tip.

Roulier, wrapped around with rope, was carried by the men.

At the same time, the eastern end of the demonic mining city of Berg.

The heirs were stepping into that place, commonly referred to as slums, sandwiched at the foot of the mountains and in the city.