Sevens

Get ready to get out of town. We're going to the guild.

Essentially, the Alliance was set to be contacted when they left the city.

Naturally, for a reason.

It is for the Alliance to see where and what the Adventurer was doing. At the same time, if you don't come back after the scheduled period, we'll decide something has happened.

When I joined Mr. Zelfie, he was wearing leather armor for his usual easy movement.

I have a shield and sword that I'm used to using, and from what I can see, I also look like a knight.

"On time, or a little early...... that's fine"

Praised by Mr. Zelfie, he heads straight to the second floor of the guild. So I filled out the form and took it to the reception.

Mr. Hawkins is in charge.

"... received. Come back on time. If plans change... well, it's unlikely, but sometimes too late, the Alliance sends a search party."

Mr. Hawkins worries, but we have Mr. Zelfie on board. It's out of the question to be safe and alert, but there's a mentor on it.

You won't take care of it.

"I'm going to catch the flow today. It's part of my deal to give you both back alive."

"The adventurer abides by the contract, was it?

When I told Mr. Zelfie, he was snorting.

The same goes for adventurers, but mercenaries have a strong tendency to do so. Anyway, breaking a contract is a big credit issue.

For that reason, Mr. Zelfie told me to check the contract carefully.

"It's important as a person. You said you wouldn't break your promise."

With that said, Mr. Hawkins exhales.

"I'm in trouble because a lot of people can't do that. Well, good luck with that. As an adventurer, crusading demons is still essential to earn and live."

"I'm coming."

That's what I'll say and put the guild behind me.

Outside the city of Darion.

About four meters out of the wall, we were walking down the street.

Walk out of the way of the wagons and pedestrians you go, and sometimes speak to different travelers.

"You both brought more medicine, didn't you?

"Yes."

As I nodded, Mr. Zelfie spoke to a slightly dirty traveler.

"What's wrong with you? That's a lot of mud."

With that said, the traveler explains the situation.

"I got it. When I went off the road to add a little help, the slime attacked me. I prevented it with a robe, but it burned a little."

Slime is a demon with liquid and nucleus in a clear membrane. Jumping on creatures and preying on prey to dissolve in liquid.

However, he's not very intelligent, so if he gets close, he attacks, and if he doesn't, he doesn't.

It is also a troublesome demon that appears in large numbers and causes damage to travellers, horses pulling carriages, etc.

"Right. Here, use it."

Mr. Zelfie throws medicine at the traveler who shows his robe and his reddened arm. Cheap pills, but can I give them that way?

"I'm sorry. As far as the distance is concerned, you're still two kilometers away, in a bush that turns right in the direction of walking. I guess there was a little more around there."

Upon receiving the information, Mr. Zelfie waved and broke up with the traveller.

"What's that?

"The people who are used to traveling know what's going on here. That's why they give us information about the price. Some of them will lie, but basically it's the path they use, so they give a lot of information to adventurers who exorcise demons."

Wouldn't that teach you for free? I thought so, but Mr. Zelfie laughs niggly.

"Remember Lyell, too. People work better when they're paid. Same amount of information."

"Yes, what is it? It's for our own benefit, isn't it?

From me, I don't understand being reluctant to give out information for my own benefit.

"Of course, some people think so. But some people don't think so. You do more social studies."

Walk to where you were told to go.

I also have a spare server that I bought, so I am not worried about the equipment. Besides, this time the opponent is slime.

Knowledge alone is not a match that ordinary people can't win, I know.

"Oh, just in the right place. You both have three adventurers over there. Take a look while you walk."

When I was told to turn my gaze, there was a light outfit with a knife - a threesome in private clothes.

I'm dealing with slime, but I'm not cooperating in a chig-hugging move.

"Are they amateurs?

To Nowem's question, Zelfie says it's a little different.

"You're an amateur. I can tell by the equipment. But it's not uncommon to trick into slime. Normally, you recognize that even ordinary people can defeat weapons..."

In the meantime, the first generation speaks to the conversation.

"I was dealing with a stick of wood around here. When you take the Demon Stone to the skin and nucleus, the Alliance's uncle gives you candy balls. When you were little, that's how you ate snacks. I don't think you can do this to poor people."

It feels like it's going to provoke me somewhere, but I thought...

(That, you are deceived, first generation)

A little, it seemed pathetic. I'm sure if you didn't notice it because it was small, it would have been used as a good idea.

(I mean, you've been exorcising demons since you were little, and you're really like a wild child in your first generation)

But you couldn't stand it, the second generation tells the fact with a big laugh.

He kept his mouth shut for a reason, but my kindness didn't make sense.

"Gahahaha! Replace demonic material with candy balls? How dare you! Abdominal pain. '

"Hey, what's wrong?

"Even when I was you, I did a few pieces of copper. You can buy as many candy balls as you want in a bag. '

The second generation is really happy to make fun of the first generation.

(What happened to these two?

A second generation too plain among the Walt family ancestors. But there seems to be something deep-rooted between us.

Most of all, I can predict some things.

"That damn grandpa! I'm gonna punch you in the ass!

"I think he's already dead."

The third generation ends the conversation on the spot. But that's not why I'm here.

"... hey Lyell, are you listening?

"Master Lyell?

"Uh, no... sorry"

I listened too much to the conversations my ancestors had had, and I hadn't listened to Mr. Zelfie. I get a sigh of sigh in a frivolous way.

"Ha, I'll say it again. How weak is that? If you're attacked, you're in pain. Besides, a short knife with a reach would be all the more so. That's why my back is pulling out of fear. It's also a problem to be so hasty that you don't even realize it, even though it's efficient if you surround it and tap it."

Nowem snaps at Mr. Zelfie as he looks at the threesome.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?

"Why? I'm your mentor. I'm getting paid, and I have responsibilities and obligations. But I have no responsibility or obligation to them. Is Nowem going to tell me? I won't stop then, though. Just..."

"Just?"

I wondered what Mr. Zelfie was going to say.

"Those threesomes should know within the present. Pain, huh? If, like you, you realize you need someone's guidance, or you can't equip yourself without financial resources."

"... right"

Nowem seems convinced by that.

But I looked back several times and watched the threesome. He seemed injured, but he was able to knock down the slime safely.

He's recovering the material from the slime, saying it hurts.

I'll see the threesome, too.

"You think it's cold?

"No, the... just a little"

When I answered honestly, Mr. Zelfie laughed. "You're being honest," he says, explaining to me.

"Adventurers are self-responsible for trying demons to die. Not to mention, the fool challenges a demon of character without even knowing his power. Such fools repeat the same thing even if they help. Stop challenging demons and repeat your stupid actions."

I'm afraid of fools like that, etc., says Mr. Zelfie.

"Besides, there are a lot of people who follow up when they look sweet. Especially if it's work like a bottom adventurer."

(Don't get involved badly, do you mean?

"Does it mean that even if not all of us, there's no way this one can reach out to everything?

When Nowem said he understood that, Mr. Zelfie said he was half right.

"It's easy to help. But can you take care of the person who helped you forever? Even if we help them here, we might do the same thing again. If it's worse, you might think someone nearby can help you when you're in danger... so you better remember the pain when you're not losing your life yet"

That being said, the second generation was also in agreement.

"Is he the one who teaches you how to grow wheat rather than give you bread? Sure, when you know you can always get bread, there are a lot of people who can't. '

"Well, if we're going to talk simple, you're amateurs, too. Not on the help side, but on the help side...... no, I'm on my way to being helped. If you want to help, you'll be alone soon."

That said, Mr. Zelfie walked silently to his purpose.

Going to the place taught by the traveler, there was certainly a slime there.

The number can also be confirmed only visually by five.

A cloudy yellow-green buyo buyo liquid was jumping as it crawled through the ground. In my body, I can barely see a nuclear red round object.

"Hmm, he said it was a bush, but the woods are close. I don't want to go too deep... there it is."

With that said, Mr. Zelfie picked up the stone that was falling around it.

If you can float it into the universe with your hands a few times, you throw it straight towards the slime.

The motion of the direct hit slime suddenly panicked.

I'm coming this way.

"You don't have eyes or ears, but you know exactly where you are."

Pulling through the sabel, Mr. Zelfie also pulls out his sword with his shield. Nowem stood with a cane.

"You're both nervous. Your body is a bee. I'll show you an example. You should take a good look."

Then Mr. Zelfie came towards me, no... approaching the slime headed this way.

We moved just a little bit from where we threw the stone. That's it, Slime goes to the position he was in earlier.

That's all he did, but Mr. Zelfie was slashed to the slime at his leisure.

"I don't know if it's footsteps or vibrations if you get close, but so these guys notice their opponents right away, so be as good as you can with a blow."

I stick out my sword, and when I break the skin of the slime, the liquid overflows from it.

After a while, when the slime stops moving, Mr. Zelfie calls Nowem.

"Nowem, come"

"Yes!

"Calm down. Take out the barrel."

Nowem offered Mr. Zelfie a small barrel that was sold on the ground floor of the guild.

Mr. Zelfie, who took out the knife, throws away the cloudy liquid and lifts the skin with a knife.

When the nucleus and demon stone fell from the skin, I put it in another leather bag.

Place the skin and the sticky on its surface in the barrel.

"That's it. Essentially, the recovery of the material is precautionary around the perimeter. Or I taught the rest of you to be on perimeter alert, right?

Mr. Zelfie will look at me, so I apologize in a hurry. But when I grinned, he said he didn't care.

"Be careful next time. You saw how to recover it? I'll ask you both to do it later, but don't use any other gloves for collection."

We asked for precautions, and we decided to pick up the stone by imitating Mr. Zelfie.

"Nowem stabs him with a knife or borrows a sabel from Lyell, right? I don't care if you can take down the blow, it's gonna be a hassle because it'll splash."

"Yes, Master Lyell, may I borrow your sabel?

That's what Nowem tells me, and Mr. Zelfie shouts up.

"Stay back, both of you!

I suddenly panicked, Mr. Zelfie, but I also heard voices from the treasure balls.

It was my first voice.

"Hide behind the female adventurer immediately! No, hide while protecting Nowem! It's goblins! '

Goblins.

It's a big demon with green skin. He is less than two-thirds tall than an adult male, but does not fit a thin torso or limb and has some strength.

It is considered weak among demons, but classified as a troublesome demon.

The reason is that goblins are weak on their own, so to have a group, and a weapon.

One scholar says that if goblins had just a little more wisdom, the earth would have been ruled by goblins.

In the bush...

Goblins bowed, and another individual popped up with a blunt instrument stoned to a stick of wood.

Before the goblin releasing the arrow, Mr. Zelfie quickly leaves to prevent the arrow. And then he told us to back off.

The first generation shares the same opinion.

"You two stay back and wait in the back! I'll take care of these guys."

You can't win. Shut up and follow this woman adventurer. These guys, they don't have the arm strength, but they're gonna push it in numbers. '

The first generation is right.

Seven goblins came out of the bush.

But...

What are you talking about? Lyell, let me see it. "

Seventh generation told me I would point Sabel's sword tip at a bunch of goblins. Mr. Zelfie is here, so I decided to speak up.

"Don't move, Mr. Zelfie"

"What?"

Before Mr. Zelfie finishes, I'll be ready to use my magic.

Now I'm being robbed of magic by a treasure ball.

Given the magic power, and the number of enemies, the use of magic would be limited once. Indeed, I cannot help but be told that this cannot be used in action.

"Hey fool! You can't... '

I heard the first generation, but I cast my magic.

(When it comes to processing this number in one go…)

"Lightning"

Then the magic of the lightning attribute pours down on the goblins who were on their way to Mr. Zelfie.

time to activation, and scale and power.

To see them, it was still not a level that could be used in action.

Purple electricity is generated on the goblins and they look like they're sparking. Since the distance is estimated, Mr. Zelfie will not be hit.

It's just...

"You missed one."

Look here, I'm gonna miss the goblin that was in front of Mr. Zelfie.

The magic seemed to hit, but to a lesser extent. My arm was turning black.

You thought this one was a threat, and a self-abandoned goblin came running.

He was a distracted Mr. Zelfie, but he saw the movement and reacted immediately.

Under one sword, slash and throw away the goblins.

After all, he was only chosen as a mentor, and his strength was a lot.

"... Dude, is this a lightning attribute? Were you a wizard?

"I made a declaration, didn't I?

"No, they did. Magic like this is unexpected in boulders. I can use some of them, but I'll give you an instant answer if you tell me to shoot at my current level."

Mr. Zelfie asked me after he looked around to make sure he was safe. Seeing my magic, he looked surprised.

"Good day, Master Lyell"

Nowem also comes closer to me by de-alerting.

The sight of pussy making noises and goblins lying around is not pleasant to watch.

(Speaking of which, this is the first time you've fought a demon)

So does the smell.

I blush.

This is true of sights, because there are people who consume less magic.

'You can't do this! So?...... pup. Fuhaha, fuhahaha! You see that! This is Lyell's strength! Don't lick the Walt family's Kirinko. Ah!

(Grandpa, stop because you're embarrassed)

"You lick Lyell too much. He's basically a wizard who drew royal blood."

The seventh generation imitates the first generation, and the sixth generation tells the other faces in a frightened way.

'Yes, no... but that's the wizard. It feels more inconvenient.'

The second generation seemed surprised, but the third was honestly impressed.

'This is amazing. Sure, it's not a real battle level, but we can use simple magic if we get more conditions in place. I've reviewed it a little, Lyell.'

The fourth generation was also surprised, and pleased that his clan had become a wizard.

"I couldn't do it and the Viscount family finally gave me my wife! You've really made the Walt family a nobleman in a true sense, too!

However, the fifth generation is stunned by those faces.

What do you mean, happy to this extent? Well, you'd be excellent if you could handle this at this age. Indeed, the evaluation needs to be corrected '

……

The first generation is silent.

Silently - I am after using magic.

"La, Master Lyell!

"Hey! What's wrong with you!

I knelt on the spot listening to Nowem and Mr. Zelfie. Out of breath, screaming in my heart.

(You guys weigh yourselves more. Ooh! This one is pretty tired after using magic! Please, just shut up!

Three times with easier magic.

Just a little more difficulty, once is the limit.

That's what I'm capable of right now about magic. When the difficulty increased only slightly, it was also understood in this case that it would become unusable.

(Something tells me I'm the only one who feels the treasure balls are pulling very hard on my legs?