Sevens

Aramsarth has a controlled labyrinth.

It's a controlled labyrinth that prevents a massive outbreak of demons and keeps adventurers out of the depths.

Such labyrinths are characterized mainly by the management of adventurers challenging the labyrinth.

Not everyone can challenge the labyrinth, sometimes even if they don't like it.

Try to make it an Aramsarth guild that manages the labyrinth, and it was a valuable source of income generating demonic materials, demonic stones, and treasures.

Such controlled labyrinths require certain adventurers to turn to reduce the number of demons.

That means...

"The right to challenge the labyrinth?

The three of us, Nowem and Aria, who put our faces on the Alliance, found the request as we looked at the message boards lined up.

Request details - or that there is a party that wants to sell its rights and instead is looking for a party that will challenge you to the labyrinth in the future.

It is a request being made by the Alliance.

Aria sees it and shakes her neck.

"Do you have rights or something to challenge the labyrinth? Darion wouldn't have done that."

Darion basically didn't have the know-how and power to manage the labyrinth, taking the style of putting in massive amounts of knights and adventurers to crusade.

The labyrinth is of a gradually deepening nature, and at certain stages it dissipates and disappears with a massive exhalation of demons.

However, if the number of demons is low, it will remain deep and become even larger as a labyrinth.

Nowem will review the contents in more detail.

"This is how you manage things in Aramsarth, isn't it? Is the party policy… three avant-gardes, two rear guards, and one or more supporters? We can't do that."

The three of us are working together today.

Mostly they go out and defeat demons and sell off their material to earn money.

I hear voices from the treasure balls.

It's the fourth generation.

'If you have a right, you have a duty. You won't have to try it, but it doesn't change that you need to gather people... Lyell, move with the intention of gathering about six people.'

I grab the treasure ball and reply.

Copy that. In a public place, there's no way to speak up and talk.

Because I hear my ancestors, but my heart does not reach my ancestors.

"... let's gather here so we can have all six. Besides, I'd be a young adventurer who's not locally oriented."

I also feel that the conditions are strict.

There are many adventurers who are okay to get out of the local area, but they want more than just us, such as young, futuristic adventurers.

Aria shrugged as she looked at me.

"You're going to look for a pretty girl anyway."

I say it back because I've been particularly involved lately.

"I know you're a man, but if you're good, I'll draw you in!

But Nowem...

"No, let's cement it with women if we can. I have a lot of problems, and I hear there are a lot of things happening between men and women."

Clams and I were rejected.

No matter how much Harlem I haven't asked for in a long time, Nowem changes the subject with ease.

He doesn't know what he's thinking.

(I wonder if Nowem would be angry if I built Harlem... something I miss so much)

Too jealous would be a problem, but too lonely when it comes to not even being jealous of the person you care about.

Say it as if Aria remembered something.

"I've heard that too! Where there are few men, there's a fight between women and where there are many men, there's a fight between men!

You convinced yourself, Aria was snorting.

Then one adventurer laughed at Couscous and corrected me for asking that.

Hooded wizard-style adventurers explain in detail to Aria.

"Ma'am, that's a little wrong."

When she found out from her voice that she was a middle-aged man, Aria changed her language because she was older.

"What do you mean?

His explanation is...

"Basically, adventurers don't get along much with each other. I hang out with the average person a lot. Anyway, it's a dangerous job. I don't want to see my people's faces until I get back. Besides, when we're buddies, we get a lot of opinions at work."

"Oh, really?

"That's right. And sometimes I tend to stay and work. Even if you're traveling and they don't like it, you see it regardless of gender. If you try to be a man, you run to the average woman or whore because you want to have fantasies about women. If you look at me as a woman, I guess the average man is more attractive than his peers who don't treat themselves as women. Whoa, this is a general example, so it's not always absolute. But there are a lot of adventurers like that."

When I heard that, I remembered Mr. Zelfie.

(Sure, the person I married was an ordinary person. Even though I seem to know a lot of adventurers, I figured I didn't like the same industry?

Mr. Rondo was a lover with Rachel at the same party, so I guess it's true that doesn't necessarily apply.

But it was understandable that there were many adventurers like that.

"It's bad not to treat you as a woman..."

Aria argues, he says.

"I'm with you in risking your life. Are you glad you're protected or insulted because you're a woman in a place like that? It's manners to treat you like the same adventurer."

They said that, and Aria shut her mouth.

I guess I can't say it back because I have the same experience.

Nowem says thank you to the adventurer who taught me. And Aria...

"Thank you kindly"

"Oh, thank you"

I thank you too, the hooded adventurer headed to the reception with a request form.

Thought there were a lot of pale residents, but some seem friendly.

"... Now, as it's not good to have every romance involved between parties, I'm going to get people together in earnest. Why don't you start with the membership sticker?"

In a general way, I suggest that you write down what you need to do to recruit party members.

But the two of you react badly.

Aria says.

"That's an interview or something, right? You know, partying tentatively together and going outside too? Then why don't we just call him from over here?

Nowem was the same.

But I can't count on this opinion.

"There are ways to introduce me to the Alliance, but I still have to be able to meet the Walt family's home training, right? It's a good interview, but we still want to make sure with our own eyes."

At this time. Let's not take Nowem's opinion for reference.

"Okay, then don't recruit, let's talk this way or talk (because we still have time, and you can take your time looking for it. Better than failing in a hurry)"

If we stay in Aramsarth for a while, more adventurers will talk.

Alternatively, there is the means to pull through while giving voice and guidance to newcomers.

I hire Mr. Zelfie at Darion to mentor me, so I can do the basics.

It might be a good idea to use it to teach you the basics of an adventurer and sell thanks.

"Well, suppose you're going to make good money again today"

When I say that and head to the reception, Aria says.

"The least motivated person I seem to be is Lyell,"

Outside, I use my skills to locate demons.

Fifth and sixth generation skills are really handy.

Where are the demons?

Where do we fight?

How much do we fight?

It's easy to set up steps.

Moving to a place where demons are gathered can be quickly moved with fourth-generation skills.

Here, in a second generation skill to avoid leaving the other two, the speed of travel would be improved if skills were used for both of them.

In the fight, there was no problem with some disadvantage.

When I was surrounded by goblins...

"Master Lyell! We're on our way over there!

When Nowem's voice is heard from the rear, I detect the movement of two goblins approaching my back with second-generation skills.

Playing the opponent's weapon with the sabel as he looked back, he pulled through the spare sabel with his left hand to finish the whole thing.

Shield the finished goblin and when you seal the other movement, throw the sabel at your head.

At the end of the day, use magic...

"Lightning!"

Purple electricity hits the surrounding goblins and creeps black.

Aria has been yelling at me to see how it goes.

"Come on, you're scared! Speak up when you use it properly!

I always know where my enemies are with my skills, but Aria still tells me she's scared when magic suddenly comes from behind.

(I explained...)

Does collaboration in combat mean immaturity?

Watch my battle and your ancestors will appreciate it.

The second generation calmly...

"Seal the opponent's movements before they're surrounded. Don't fight like this because of how much you can win '

The third generation is with non-billies.

'Well, well,' he said, 'I've been through this. It's hard to fight when surrounded. We need to understand that in action. I'm just wondering if Lyell understands.'

Fourth generation says.

"Now we have to fight our winnable opponents and hone our collaboration."

The fifth generation agrees.

"If we use Lyell's skills [experience] across the board to gain experience at once, wouldn't the collaboration work out a little early? 'Cause that would be a skill that would originally gain more experience than growth.'

The sixth generation called my actions reckless.

'Don't even insult the enemies you can beat. You're gonna pay for that one day with your own life, Lyle. "

Seventh generation is the sweetest.

"But Lyell's strength can cut through this extent. Naturally, it hurts to be underrepresented. '

That's right.

We're underrepresented right now, and we're not able to operate as well as we think.

I don't have a luggage, so I have to go back when I collect some material and demon stones.

Even if we know we can do more fighting, we can't fight until we throw away demonic materials and demonic stones.

It's important as an adventurer that you don't act as well as you can without money. Not to fight, but because we're adventurers to live.

(I want experience, but it's bad to bring the two around just to do the battle on the boulder)

There are things about Nowem and Aria.

I couldn't have fought all by myself.

The second generation began to appreciate today's work.

'Basically, the three of us are the limit around here. Supporting, or putting in one avant-garde or rear guard that can fight, would be a lot different... well, that would be a challenge for the future around there. There's a rookie coming, and you won't be able to make more money soon than you've ever made.'

(... can't you make money)

Sure, it's not even an easy story about a party making more money than ever, just because a rookie suddenly walked in.

Education of newcomers, collaboration at parties.

They needed to be polished over time.

(Something that doesn't manage to have promising talent)

Even though I knew it was a luxury, I couldn't help but want it.

Back from work, we came back to the mansion with blood and sweat in some money and water near the guild.

He was able to live in a mansion owned by the Circleys in Aramsarth and basically lived without rent.

When I get back, Mr. Miranda will welcome us.

"Welcome back."

I'm the one who walks into the mansion thinking it's not a bad idea to have someone say hello.

"Fuggo!!"

"La, Master Lyell!

"Aha, ahaha!!"

Suddenly my legs slipped and I fell in the front door.

When Nowem rushes over, I stand up with my hand.

Aria was laughing at me.

"Hey, what? Something slippery..."

There was liquid spilling there when I touched the floor.

"Hey, you okay? That's..."

Mr. Miranda rushes over, too, looking at the floor and touching it with her hands.

"That said, I dropped an egg in the front door. But weird, huh? I should have wiped it off thoroughly...... all the time, sorry, Lyell. Did it hurt?

To be honest, it hurts, but I put up with the fourth generation when I said "It hurts," etc. to the woman who apologizes.

"No, I wasn't paying enough attention, either. It's okay. Or Aria! You're laughing too much!

When I saw Aria laughing with her tummy behind me, she was in tears.

A frightened voice was heard from the treasure balls.

It is the voice of the second and third generation.

'Lyell, you really lack attention. Maybe you should really think about this. "

'Right...'

Nowem is scared, but this one's against Aria.

Nowem is still on my side.

"Mr. Aria, you're being too harsh."

"Sorry, sorry. Because it was a great way to fall... I'll see you when I remember"

Apparently she got into a bump and Aria was desperate to be laughing.

When I get up, I go inside the mansion.

Nowem supports my body and Aria follows me behind it.

Mr. Miranda was cleaning the floor.

"I really wiped it."

I was confused, Miranda, but we had luggage, too, so I wanted to go put some tools in the room.

That's how I go to leave my stuff in my room.

The rooms are separate, so I'm heading to my own room I'm renting. Next door is Nowem's room, next door is Aria's room.

But...

"Gah!!"

Aria screams and we rush to Aria's room.

"What's up Aria...... Bhoo!!"

I looked inside through the door of the room, and I erupted.

There was an aria with her head stuck in the pot, falling.

For a moment, I wondered what it was, but it seemed alive, so I laughed.

"Awesome, Aria! Did the pot that was on the shelf fall the moment you opened the door? It's a miracle! Besides, I didn't feel like the scream was a girl!

I held my forehead with my left hand and pointed at Aria, and I laugh out loud.

When I saw it, Aria stared at me with her face out of the kettle.

"Oh, you..."

Nowem, now watch out for me.

"Master Lyell laughs too much."

"I'm sorry. But it was funny."

"Lyell!!"

Aria threw a pot at me, so I took it and said, "I know it's dangerous!," he said.

When Mr. Miranda comes to the room asking what was going on, he looks at the shelves that were in Aria's room and says: I was confused again this time.

"That's crazy. This kettle was usually supposed to be in the middle of the shelf. I guess I don't remember."

I thought Aria moved him, but he denies it.

(Has this happened more because you suddenly started living in people's homes? Still, you have a lot of trouble with this hand in this house)

Events like this one had been experienced many times since I started living in Mr. Miranda's mansion. I wonder a little bit.

I also thought Miranda was doing it deliberately, but her reaction remains unhostile blue.

(There's a blind Shannon? I can't even think about that...)

The fifth generation says I'm seriously wondering if I'm even a ghost in the mansion.

"Oh my God, this is going to need to be punished"

Against whom?

(To me, isn't it?

I'll touch the treasure ball while I have a slight bad feeling about it.

But there's no response.

The fifth generation did not try to say it on this occasion.