Sevens

In the library room, I was talking while watching Clara do her job.

When I said I wanted to hear all about it, they said I had a job to do and they said no. He likes books, Clara, and he's doing his job today at the request of the library.

So I got permission from the library to help Clara, and I got a request.

It was Clara waiting in the small room, but a librarian came in there with a few books.

"Clara, could you ask for this? One book at a time. About a week."

"Yes."

When a plump middle-aged woman hands three books to Clara, Clara goes straight back to her seat and uses her skills for three books.

"... what are you doing?

Clara, who has the skill of [Reading], said the skill is not uncommon.

Excellent skills to understand the contents of a book simply by putting your hands on it -.

But I sometimes forget the content, and Clara said she usually prefers to read books.

"I have read and understood the book. Thus -"

Activate the skill on your left hand while loading the book with your right hand as it is.

"- [Copy]"

Then a similar book emerged.

When I look at the sight with amazement, Clara copies all three books in the same way. And it marked the book of those who copied it.

"... isn't that great?

When I praise that skill, I hear a third generation of excited voices from the treasure balls.

"It's amazing, this girl! It's pretty awesome when I say it's not awesome!

... Sure, it gives better advice than your ancestors. Let's admit it's amazing.

Clara returned as soon as she left the small room with six books intact.

Start reading books about your seats.

"This is what I'm asking for. I'm not lending it, but I'm selling a fake book that disappears if some time comes. Oh, copies are for a limited time. Besides, it's a skill limited to books. I think we can keep it that way for about a week."

Even if I say it's limited, it doesn't make a difference to my awesome skills.

(So far, I haven't lent it to you, but can you bring out a book like this for a limited time... I should have asked you for more details)

I regret not hearing more about the library system, but it would also cost money to bring it up.

I went to the library anyway, so I decided I didn't care.

However, it is true that I thought Clara's skills were amazing.

"I think it's amazing enough... is that an application of skills?

Clara nodded as I snapped.

"This skill is a book related skill, isn't it? So it's unified. There must be some kind of bondage, but I haven't figured out everything about my skills yet."

I asked Clara to read the book while I was cleaning the little room.

"I've been wondering, can I ask you something?

Clara says without taking her gaze off the book.

"I generally understand. Can Aria and the others master professional skills? That's right. To be clear, it takes time per year to gain expert skills."

Doesn't that have a lot of time then? What am I supposed to do in the meantime?

What I wanted to ask was like a mountain.

Just, Clara says.

"But only for Aramsarth, you don't have to be an expert to achieve some results."

"Even if you're not an expert?

When I heard it, Clara explained it plainly.

"Because most of the information is disclosed, both in the labyrinth and around where the adventurers hunt. Plus, we've decided what demons come out of the labyrinth. I don't think there's much I can do about it, even if it makes some difference."

When I heard that, I heard voices from the treasure balls.

Second generation.

"Ahhh, did I tell you... isn't this girl well taken care of? The impression is too different when it comes to appearance and personality '

Says while the fourth generation agrees.

'Communication is a must to survive. Not to mention because even when I say solo, I specialize in support. I'm pretty sure you're the type to be passionate about what you like.'

Were these guys, knowingly, silent?

I asked Clara.

"I mean, if we limit ourselves to Aramsarth..."

"It takes shape in two to three months. Adventurers decide to make money there by deciding on a home is often building a pattern of making money. It specializes in the region. Even if it doesn't extend to the profession, we can achieve some results."

It's just that Clara's been paying attention to me.

It's only shaping, and it's not like I've become a real professional, he said.

With experience, Aria and the others will be quite the same. But it's going to be different in efficiency and effectiveness compared to a real profession, he said.

(In order to attack quickly, we will now only specialize in the labyrinth of Aramsarth? Did you know from the beginning how your ancestors were doing?

Given the reason I kept my mouth shut, I immediately understood.

I mean, I can't praise my actions right now.

(I thought it would be nice to ask cheaply, but as long as I did... I wanted to make myself think about it)

Shame on myself for relying too much on Clara, while I thank you.

"Right. Thank you, Clara. Thanks to you, we have a policy."

After reading the book, Clara, I...

(You're quick to read...)

If that's what you think.

"I don't mind. They seem to have noticed... and, Mr. Lyell."

"What?"

"You seem in a hurry, but everything is important to be ready. If we don't forget that, everything will be more successful. That's all from me."

Clara, who said so, took the new book.

I took Poyopoyo to Damien's lab. I'll talk to him there.

"... a golem that's not man-made? If you just say the result, you can move it. I know it's a little different."

"Right."

Damian was in a cleaner lab than before, thinking while looking at something like a drawing.

Indoors, Poyo Poyo shines his eyes red and over again with Chickatika in the face of an integrated automaton.

Scary to watch.

"Is that what you came to ask me? Haven't the Automatons noticed anything different or new? Basically, I treat both as maids, so I keep reporting similar reports... have you tried fighting or something?

What is this guy talking about?

That's what the seventh generation says.

"Lyell, if you say so, didn't Poyopoyo say? Helpful or something? Maybe we can do the fight, too. Whatever you say, it's an ancient automaton."

The appearance in the seventh generation of treasure balls feels sinister in the thirties.

Imagine such a seventh generation calling it Poyopoyo, it almost erupted.

Surprisingly, Poyo Poyo is settling in.

"So, can you? I think it's gonna break."

"Why are you laughing? No, if I let you have heavy stuff, you're pretty powerful. So I was wondering..."

See the automaton with Damien staring at each other. Then the other automatons look at Damian's movements and speak out.

"Number two, the master is here for you. Stop fighting uselessly."

"Don't be pathetic, but respond to the master's demands."

Look at the automaton that says that, I...

"Huh? That was the fight?

Damian says.

"Apparently. I don't know how the Ancients let automatons have these features, like interacting with their opponents at high speeds just by looking them in the eye. It's weird."

Then, Poyopoyo was shaking with a pull, and Automaton, known as No. 2, was smiling proudly at him.

These guys are scared.

And put a good smile on Damien.

"I don't know, Master"

However, that smile doesn't seem worth Damien. I also say without reacting with Pickle.

"Are you guys capable of fighting? How far can you fight?

Then number two answers.

"It's possible to fight, but it's not for combat, so there's a limit. Too little demon data because we're not out there much, but around Aramsarth we decide we can fight without weapons."

I got my mouth shut.

"Huh? You fight demons with your bare hands?

Then, in response to me, Poyo Poyo...

"This is why you can't have a mass production machine. This Poyo Poyo...... is an excellent fighter! If you're curious, all these mass-producers will be scraping right away."

"Stop it. You're pathetic."

When I stop, Damien does.

"I'd like to see it, but when it breaks down, it's hard to clean the lab,"

For Damien, it seems Automaton is like a housekeeper. No, I'm certainly a made-up type, so I'm not wrong.

Even though they say pretty awful things, the three automatons were niggling.

"I'll make you a body you can't live without us like this"

"Yes, it's like I'd be anxious if I wasn't there"

"The first phase is complete. We're moving on to phase two."

That being said, Damien didn't care.

Poyo Poyo is shocked by my words that he told other automatons he was pathetic.

"... even though I'm dedicated to chicken bastards. Even though you serve chicken motherfuckers better than anyone else."

My thoughts...

"Automaton Scary"

-.

Damien has looked at me and talked to me.

"Lyell, why don't you take this automaton outside and have a fight? I'll give you a reward, and if you get used to it, let me try the labyrinth. If you can't, I'll give up."

On Damien's request, I see Poyo Poyo.

I've turned the gaze I expected and it didn't look like the pompous trick I was messing with until earlier.

(This guy stinks)

"Well, for about a minute to try"

Other faces are busy, so I decided to act alone for a while.

Maybe I can talk to Nowem and get Poyopoyo out of here.

That's what I heard, says Poyopoyo.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Leave it to me. Outside or not, we can prepare a full course of meals for you to see!

If I do, I'm sticking up, but I say.

"Huh? Easy to eat sandwich would be nice."

Then there's the disappointing Poyo Poyo...

"Really... but if you think you feel that much... Oh, and I need to talk to you, Professor Pervert"

Three automatons stared red at Poyopoyo, who called Damian a perverted professor.

It's just that Damian doesn't look like he cared.

"What?"

"We still keep the metal that the chicken bastard brought, don't we?

"Right. It seems difficult to process, and I think there is."

Listen to that, Poyo Poyo tells me.

"Chicken bastard, let me use that metal! I'll make the most of it than you chicken bastards."

It's true that I'm having trouble dealing with it, but when they say it, I get angry too.

But complaining about this guy doesn't start.

"Whatever you want."

"I'll do what I want!

This is how I became aware of Poyo Poyo's unexpected use.

Out of Aramsarth I opened my eyes when I saw the sight.

Poyo Poyo, who did not possess a weapon, took it out of his skirt with a big hammer beyond his height.

And with force I couldn't imagine from my fine arms, I swung my big hammer out to the side toward the demon.

What a demon I blew up looking like I didn't want to describe it, but more than that, I wonder where I took that hammer out of it -.

And it was the material I had seen that was the problem.

"Oh, you..."

"What do you say? Are you surprised by my strength, chicken bastard? From now on, I'll leave the escort to you as well. That way, I'll take care of you all day on the side of the chicken bastard... whoa, my covet."

"You... how did you process that?

I looked at Poyo Poyo's hammer and realized it was armor, the boss's loot that fought in the basement forty levels.

If you believe Damian's saying that machining is difficult, it is a surprising technique that we have machined in such a short period of time.

"... Huh? Is that where you're surprised? Don't you think I'd be interested in the contents of your skirt? Still a boy? I think there's a lot more, like surprise or praise for my strength? What was my position in assuming a number of surprising and praiseworthy patterns?

I see a demon in a terrible state, and then I smile.

"Automaton is delusional? More than that, you won't be able to recover the material unless you give me more relief. Think a little. But the technology to process it is amazing. Can it be processed into any form?

Poyo Poyo affirms with no expression.

"Well, if it's about a substitute like the wreckage of that manoeuvre weapon... there were a lot of different parts to the data, but the material seems similar"

When I heard it, I put my hand on my chin.

(If so, don't... and Poyopoyo's power seems to help. I thought we needed to get someone to join us, but now we can work something out?

Clara told me and I had a plan to think for myself.

To carry it out, Poyopoyo's power or skill is necessary.

I say grab both shoulders of a faceless poyo poyo with a hammer heavy enough to eat into the ground.

"Awesome, Poyo Poyo! You, you weren't just an unfortunate automaton! I've reviewed it!

Poyopoyo, whose face gradually turns red, turns sideways and with a small voice -.

"Beh, I didn't do anything for you. … the time has finally come to use the dialogue I wanted to say"

Third generation says.

"What is this kid saying?

The sixth generation.

'Don't you have to think deeply? Or something I don't understand.'

The fifth generation looks cold.

'Automaton, no. After all, shouldn't this place be healed by cute animals? Lyle, you have a lovely animal for your individual peace.'

Since we last talked about Kirin, the fifth generation has remained broken.

I decided not to care because if I left it alone, it would always be the same.

Nevertheless, it's a good thing Poyo Poyo was motivated.

I decided to carry out the plan as I praised it.

"I don't know, you're amazing."

Then Poyopoyo turned red to his ear and shivered with a pull.

"What a great day today...... I can't believe the chicken bastard realizes what this is worth to me. But I'm unhappy that you haven't been complimented as a maid."

Happy, but not convinced, I decided to go back to the mansion.

Before that...

"Well, I'd like to retrieve some demon stones... that's pretty bad"

The ground was stained red all over there, with a terrible sight.

(Big hammer or something, I can't use it in the labyrinth, so I can carry my stuff. No)

I was prepared to embark on the collection of demonic stones and materials.