Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

If we speak of the essence of a man named Myrialdo, that can be expressed in just one word in itself.

- I am a "warrior".

If anyone who knows him hears, it will be the word most of them tilt their necks. He is, as it seems, a zub amateur in battle, and that level is only to the point of reaching critical double digits. But it is only the superficial part of a human being called Myrialdo, and it does not represent his essence.

When it comes to why Mirialdo decided to take the merchant's path, it is also still the ultimately simple reason for a good representation of his essence.

That's because I thought the profession of 'merchant' was' strong '.

For example, when you think about becoming an adventurer, you often worry about the first weapon you use. There will also be a way to learn magic and become a 'swordsman' or a 'hunter' using a bow.

Everyone dreams of the goal of being the strongest that leads ahead, choosing the best path they can think of, just like choosing a job for the game.

In the case of Mirialdo, the path was' merchant '.

He's not a swordsman, a hunter, a magician, a merchant is the strong one.

The power of gold prevails over the sword. That's what I thought.

At the foot of the mountain range of swords that soar in heaven, there is still a 'demon mine' entrance in a sloping area.

Next to that entrance, where he brought it from, Miriardo, seated in a well-made wooden chair, watched with pity the sight played out in front of him.

Before the dungeon, the battle was now going on exactly in the square, where the surrounding greenery was cut open and the size of the school's grounds ensured.

There are usually no figures of miners or outdoor shoppers bustling the square. If you check closely, some people are confused by the shadows of the building and the trees around them and are curious to watch things change, but I can say that that is only marginal from their whole point of view.

There are two bodies in the square. It is the adventurers who are doing everything they can to remain armed.

Of course it was Sefina standing around in the middle of the square who created the body. But whoever finds out that she is one of the strongest red names known as' The Three Ferocious Red 'will realize that the number of those bodies is too small.

"Don't go at the wrong intervals surrounding the tripartite! C-rank and below, be sure to support them! Don't give me the color!

It was the red-haired man with the double sword who skipped the instruction. His name is Kay. I am a B-rank adventurer. Plus the two men and women who surrounded Sefina with Kay are also B-ranks in his party members.

It is no coincidence that the number of bodies is still low.

That, for one thing, was none other than because they were excellent.

To the evidence, Sefina, surrounded by three sides, was bleeding from his lateral head and was also suffering a zackling cut to his leg.

"Has the wound healed...?

"No sign of using potion or healing magic."

"... no way [playback] skills?

It was the adventurers who surrounded Sefina and Kay's bigger outdoors who spoken out. They are mostly D, E ranked, with a slight C rank mixed there. There were also a few adventurers hired by Miriardo and who had run so far in this. They did not have the strength to join the paranormal battle, but some had bowed, some had skipped supportive magic, and each had done what they could.

"Are you sure you're human? Even if it's a dragon hunt, it's not that hard."

Kay flew in a mild tone, but inside of it, the blood was all seeping and biting his lips off.

Because one of the bodies falling down is his real brother for being a party member.

"... Not really? Well, I hope so."

Kay twirled the sword in his hand. The revolving sword blade reflects the sunlight sparklingly. The light hit Sefina's eyes, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Moment - Kay was in front of Sefina.

Fast travel by skill [shrinkage]. From there, he protrudes his sword blade into Sefina's face. Speed is impeccable. The power is also sharp as the speed is on, and the supporting magic of the further rear adventurers is mounted there.

But Sefina grabbed the protruding sword blade with ease. Grabbing it with your bare hands drips blood, but that's all. The sword grabbed is neither pushed nor pulled nor freaked out.

There's the other one. Kay's fellow woman adventurer slammed a hammer swinging at the right time. But that blow is also easily taken with an empty right hand.

So, doggo - and the dull sound echoed in the square.

The last one who was sieging the three sides of Sefina - a man dressed in heavy full-body armor - rolled out a shield bash with his entire weight on it. Sefina's hands blocked, aiming for the moment her legs stopped. It was a blow.

For a huge iron shell-like impact that struck his back, he also let go of the sword and hammer that was grabbing him in both hands, just like Sefina did.

But that's it.

Sefina stomped on her foot and withstood the shock.

And I get an angry look on my face.

Dogong - and the outcry echoed the square earlier.

Sefina couldn't turn around and beat a man in full armor off his shield.

The shield was about to be bounced off by snags, distortions and shocks, and the man still managed to step on with his shield in place. Impossible to withstand the shock, his muscles were cut, his joints crushed, and blood erupted from the gap in his armor, but the man could devour his teeth.

As a result, the man stayed a few meters back.

Immediately a recovering magic and lid empty potion flies from the adventurers around him, and the man's wound sees. Sees. Blocks.

Kay and the others also re-spaced the distance once. I don't go deep. Because the result of the deep pursuit is what my brother looks like.

Siege the triangle again. Sefina is bleeding out of her palm. There must be some damage in the shield bash. But the blood that was supposed to have flowed through his temples disappeared, and the cuts that should have been applied to his legs were missing a beautiful sapphire.

Gradually sharpening and weakening is the norm to defeat the mighty enemy. But the monster in front of you must not allow such common sense tactics.

At first glance, the current offense alone seems to have been mutually wounded, healed, and interacting with each other, but it is not. The wounds of a man in general armor did heal, but the MP of the adventurers has limits and the number of potions is limited. The man's shield was also crushed. I've already removed the new shield from the [item box], but that's not infinite either. Kay's resources are definitely limited.

In contrast, how about Sefina? Fighting with her bare hands, she never consumes anything. The blood that is flowing now will soon stop, and there will have been no.

That's just not good as it is. I already fully understood that.

"... is Atra here yet?"

Kay glanced at the entrance to the "Demon Mine Cave," putting up a double sword with Sefina in sight.

Kay and the others were asked about Sefina's presence when she came out of the dungeon, finishing a light exploration of the new hierarchy that emerged as a result of the mutation of the 'Demon Mine' and trying to be ready once and for all to dive into the back.

Surrounded by adventurers who showed up in a crowded square with miners, Kay and the others heard the circumstances from a Merchant in Miriardo and took the form of being hired as a Sefina Crusader on the spot.

"The Three Felonies Red" cracked the opinion within the party, but in the end, huge rewards and Kay's endorsement, the leader, were the deciding factor.

Of course there was a chance. The biggest thing that Miriardo ever said was that he would hire all adventurers into it. Numerous high-ranking adventurers are currently diving in the 'Demon Mine Cave'. If all of that can be combined, there's no reason why you can't win, not to mention the 'Three Ferocious Reds'.

"... is that it?

Dungeon entrance. Coming up a staircase shaped by rocks was a stand-up adventurer who was not the only one to see. That's not one or two either.

"Oh, that's amazing magic."

"I see, you mean not the strongest or the most pretentious in the world"

To summon the adventurers inside the dungeon, D-Rank headed to the detachment party, accompanied by two of Kay's companions. So the result is them.

The adventurer who appears walks over in front of Miriardo, who was beside the entrance.

The Bellamys brothers of the escort were also slightly frightened by the inexorable pressure of the adventurers.

"I ask you again, how many?

A giant man with plenty of mustaches on his bald head asked on their behalf.

"B-rank is 10 million larks."

"You can do it alone, can't you?

"Of course."

Mirialdo answered softly as he offered the tag.

All the adventurers were seemingly monogamous and bigamous, but Miriardo's attitude was grand.

"Fine."

The bald-headed man laughed furiously and tagged. Upon confirmation of the deposit, the adventurers go to Sefina, laughing rather than cowering.

Miriardo, who would drop that off, was laughing as violently as they did.

Naturally, Miriardo is fighting again.

It's normal to laugh like an ambitious, warrior because you're dealing with your strongest enemies with a method of warfare that you believe to be the strongest.