Sevens

A warehouse was housed in the garden of the mansion owned by the Circleys in Aramsarth.

Sometimes it was thought that Miranda would only use the tools used in the mansion while she was spending time in the school, and there were few items.

In a place like that, I create poyopoyos and golems.

Golem, the magic taught by Damien, is basically the magic of manipulating dolls made out of magic.

But you don't have to create it every time by using metals that you pour in your magic or specially processed metals.

A golem of dirt isn't bad, either, depending on the location.

But every time I created it, it consumed a lot of magic.

To reduce consumption, Damien pre-creates and manipulates the doll.

I was going to create a doll that way too...

"Human-shaped dolls are hard to manipulate, aren't they? No, I have a habit of manipulating other than human shapes."

The doll I'm making with Poyo Poyo uses the armor that the boss in the basement forty tiers had.

The doll that had been in the school for a long time and was also buying and creating armor for the boss that I think I defeated a few years ago was not human.

"You don't understand me. When they told me to make dolls with you, I thought it was a new confession... like really making dolls"

It's called a doll, but it's something else because it doesn't take the form of a person.

When the machining was finished with the tools Poyo Poyo had taken the armor out of the skirt, the wheel was finished mounting.

Six small wheels.

Plus, four legs...

To move my folded leg, I try to move the golem in front of me.

It's as if that golem, with its feet attached to a small carriage, is made firmer than I thought.

"Oh, it feels solid, except"

Because I'm not used to the feeling of trying to operate, I still can't move my feet.

When you fold your feet and move them back and forth on the wheel, you make them draw curves so that they move towards the front wheel and bend the corners.

I asked Poyo Poyo if he could do it, but he made me design it because he said, "Don't lick it, you chicken bastard" or something.

"Naturally. Whatever, this is the aircraft that this Poyo Poyo did from design to creation. Why don't we name it Baggage Holder One?"

The golem, which has not yet been completed, is just making and moving the fundamental part.

How much baggage can I have, any problems operating in the labyrinth... and I see two big shields standing against the wall.

That shield, which is too big for a person to hold, also makes it unsuitable for carrying.

But this is fine.

We're not the ones who have it.

"If we can deploy the shield, we'll be done. But I need to test drive in the labyrinth before I do."

How much magic does it consume?

And so that we can turn the road. His legs were also mounted to allow him to go up and down the stairs.

Poyo Poyo says.

"You want to mount more springs to increase stability. Besides, I don't have a head-like part, so I can't get attached to it. What if I paint my face on the front?

"Need it? But this guy... [Porter] should certainly have an attachment, too."

When I call you by the name I had in mind beforehand, Pulp and Trembling Poyopoyo alternate between me and Porter.

"What's up?

"... What is that name? Besides, I'm extra pissed that I thought about it like that. Still, I'm the best in specials. Something I finished in a few days is a more decent name or something...... regrettable. I regret losing to Porter!

Then I take the book I kept nearby.

This is a copy I asked Clara to prepare for me.

It was a book about 'names'.

"Actually, read this book and come up with it."

When I show it to Poyo Poyo, I seem to regret it.

"I thought you were thinking hard about my name. No, no!

I smiled at Poyo Poyo who seemed to regret it.

"You're good because you've settled in Poyo Poyo already. Lovely, Poyo Poyo."

Then Poyo Poyo, distressed while shaking the twin tails.

Are you happy or sad... after all, it seems complicated.

"I hated myself for feeling a little happy! But I disagree. Poyo Poyo is a provisional name! I have a true name!... Ha! This dialogue tends to be in adolescence if not... Yikes!!"

I thought as I watched Poyo Poyo.

(The Ancients definitely went in the wrong direction to try, didn't they? What did you want to do with these automatons?

It was the sixth generation to get it out of the interesting treasure balls.

"You guys are close."

Me and Poyo Poyo seem to be getting along.

Sure, he's got a bad mouth, but when it comes to me, he moves hard.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm really talking to a human being, but the presence in front of me is an automaton.

I saw Porter.

(Poyo Poyo and Porter are the same thing if you say so)

Poyopoyo shaking and shy of twin tails and hiding his face with both hands.

Porter exists silently on the spot with four legs folded.

(I knew it wasn't the same. Poyo Poyo was Poyo Poyo)

I had to figure out when to test drive the porter.

- Outside Aramsarth, Lyla and Aria were acting together.

Aria, who was lightly dressed, but wears metal protective gear on her left arm.

With a short spear in his right hand, he was heading to his destination ahead of Lyla.

There are several types of knives on the waist belt and a lower back with tools in it.

Lila, watching Aria move from behind, had a prosthetic arm on her left arm.

Mouth out at Aria's movements while checking its motion.

"Look, don't worry about it all the time before. See how close you are to your people."

Biku! Aria reacted, turning to Lyla with a bitter laugh.

"Shh, excuse me"

"Don't apologize during the action. Reflect when you're done. Do you want me to stop the rest of you?

Aria rushes to check her surroundings and walks forward.

Lyla's style was to walk forward as an avant-garde and sometimes fight.

"Always think for yourself. How does the party work next? What do you need? If you can't move without all the instructions, no matter how strong you are, it's less than second class."

That's how when she arrives at the point where she was destined, Aria sits back to see if her spirit is tired of traveling unfamiliar.

Look at that, Lyla says.

"You said the leader wouldn't recognize himself."

Aria, sitting on the ground, looked up at Lyla.

"Yes. The...... instructions were given and it was working exactly as it was. But I think I can do more!

To Aria like that, Lyla responds instantly.

"You'll be able to do it to some extent because you're talented. But if I were the leader, I'd feel the same way."

Then Aria leans down.

Even Darion had learned the basics of being an adventurer, but that was what was going on.

It is proof that I had relied on Lyell's skills.

"Let me tell you something, he's capable. They say we should restrict the use of skills and increase the local power of the party. I thought you noticed. You can't stay like this."

Aria was full of herself, but when she was told, she was right.

(You were the one who relied on the brilliant Lyell)

A number of reflections were pointed out to Lyla.

He repeatedly acted as if he had forgotten what he had taught us at Darion.

"By and large. Does anyone use all the same spears just because the aisle is somewhat wide? If you think about something that can adjust the length or have a shorter score, you'll notice."

Aria gets another sermon.

Short spears - that weapon, not as tall as Aria's, seemed shorter in reach but easier to use in the labyrinth.

Above all, the first thing they said...

- Poor quality than amateurs.

That's the word...

Even though he has some strength, he relinquishes his job with ease.

Lyla scolded me so many times that I had often been taught by Zelfie in Darion before.

It was a situation in which the foundations in the foundations were blurred and not even communicated.

"So, how's the shield?

Aria, the little shield on her left arm.

View buckler.

I became a small shield to use the spear, but it helps because I can handle demonic attacks.

"Yes. Sounds good"

With that said, Lyla seemed just a little happy.

"Right. You also pay attention to protective equipment. Protect your life and your body. Don't waste your money."

The words of Lyla, who has lost her left arm and is burned, weigh heavily.

"Well, the break is over. Now I'll step forward and show you an example. Take a good look at what you just cautioned."

"Yes!"

When Lyla walked out, Aria followed behind it -.

- One of the private schools in Aramsarth.

There, he taught the art of trap relationships.

Characteristics of Aramsarth's labyrinth or the type of trap it is rigged with. And he teaches a lot about how to open a crate.

He taught technology limited to Aramsarth, and after teaching the basics, he focused on technology useful in Aramsarth.

In such a classroom, Miranda unlocks the key on her desk. Tools were used to cleverly open them and show them.

The private school teacher I was teaching saw it and slapped his hand.

"That's amazing. Are you sure this is the first time? You haven't done a lot of bad stuff or anything somewhere, have you?

I guess it was bright enough to make me want to doubt it.

Miranda smiles back.

"I didn't. It's terrible, Doctor."

Then the teacher apologized.

Seeing Miranda's glowing smile, the teacher...

"... then I don't mind. When that happens, is it untrapped this time? Aramsarth's labyrinth has few types of traps, so there's not much to teach."

Basically, there seems to be a small variety of traps down to the lowest level, the basement fiftieth floor.

The labyrinth of Aramsarth is also a place where strength can be given to young people who, in that sense, have begun to gain strength as adventurers.

"From now on?

"I need to be ready, too, so next time. That's it for today."

With that said, Miranda gets up from her chair, packs her stuff and leaves the classroom behind.

The young adventurers, who were equally learning to unlock such Miranda's hindsight, were staring.

It is stretched under my nose.

"Fine, Mr. Miranda."

"You graduated from school and became an adventurer, didn't you? Why don't you ask her out?

"But I'm sure... you're at that 'Beared Lyell' place, right?

The teacher coughs up to the students who make a noise to speak to Miranda.

The classroom became quiet.

And the teacher said, "Stop it".

I'm not joking. Seriously, I advise the students.

"That hand type... you should avoid talented female adventurers, especially when it comes to traps. If you're one of them, you're never going to be one of them."

Then one of the students says:

"What is it, Doctor? Could you have seen something terrible back in the day?

To the student making the joke, the teacher says back with a true face.

"... I used to be at a big party. At that time I worked exclusively in traps. There came in a female adventurer who was good at trapping as a spare."

Sometimes all the remaining students were men, and everyone quietly asks if they showed interest.

It seemed like I was hoping it would be a nasty story.

Young male adventurers tend to dream.

"I had a few adventurers squeezed out and dumped as much as I could for my handball at the end. I've worked at several parties, and I know people in the same profession... that type of hand doesn't do a lot of things when you get your hands on it"

Everyone on the spot feels a little chilled by the real teacher's voice.

I can't feel it, but I guess it doesn't even look like you're lying.

It's all your own fault.

The teacher only gives advice.

"How many idiots do you think put money and equipment in quality and contributed to that female adventurer? They just use their minds. Besides, that type of hand... makes whatever prey you're after your own."

In this case, he is heterosexual to his prey - that is, a man of his own accord. Hearing that, the students start making a little noise.

"If Miranda's after you, I... I'll marry you soon."

"Idiot, look in the mirror and say"

"I'd like to be targeted for once."

The teacher looks at the young adventurers laughing "hahaha" and thinks.

(As if it were cotton and slowly tightened, I wouldn't be able to move if I noticed... I've seen many of those guys though)

While I thought it would be great to be young, the teacher was to resume classes -.

I took Porter and Poyo Poyo and challenged them to the labyrinth. I'll check the operation.

I repeatedly went up and down the stairs and let Poyo Poyo have a mace to fight.

Blowing goblins.

Goblins sprinkling red flowers on walls.

Goblins that make the floor red.

- This guy has no idea about recovering the material.

Too much crushing and the material to be recovered was in terrible condition.

"I didn't know technology to fight the black demons in the kitchen would help..."

I say to Poyo Poyo, who puts up a twin tail by herself and decides to pose.

"What? Were you thinking of goblins that way? Or it's too crushed. Although the buyout price will go down."

There is a constant demand for metal, such as the metal bars and pans worn in armor that the goblins have.

I don't fluctuate much in the buyout price because I melt it and treat it... but the condition of what I could take from the goblin was the worst.

I'll wear gloves, take the demon stone, and I'll put the metal on the porter. There is not much change in the consumption of magic when using wheels.

There were no particular problems going up or down the stairs.

I can't dive too deep, so I'm trying from the first to the second basement.

Says the third generation who saw how it went.

"This is what happens to Lyle's answers."

The seventh generation was also in agreement.

"That was close to me and the fifth generation."

I was curious about the words, but I cautioned the adventurers who were coming nearby to pull out the sabel.

Poyo Poyo also sets up a mace in both hands.

"Ma, wait!

"I'm sorry, can you give me a hand?"

The worn out adventurers come to us for help as they drag their feet.

There are six of us. Some people lend their shoulders, but others just walk the best. Some were losing their minds.

Seeing how it was, I approached him on guard.

It doesn't seem to be an act.

Poyo Poyo says.

"You have a broken bone. There is also damage to the built-in. It's a serious injury... healing with medicine and magic, isn't it? That's crazy, right?"

What's wrong with that?

But I don't have time to worry about that right now.

I took the medicine out of the back I was putting on the porter and used it on the injured person. The wound is blocked and the condition is better than earlier.

But the adventurers who carried the injured were also worn out.

"I'm sorry. I was ambushed and returned the favor..."

Looks like the adventurer attacked me, not the demon.

"Medicine, thanks. Nevertheless...... why trolley? And a maid of honor?

One of the blue-faced adventurers looks strange when he sees Porter and Poyo Poyo.

"Well, there's a lot going on around there."

Then one suffers.

Poyo Poyo says.

"That's not good. I haven't completely healed it. We should show it to the experts."

And I saw Porter.

It's narrow but I'm pretty sure the six of us can ride it.

"You may not be comfortable riding, but get in"

Then the adventurers who helped...

"Of, do you ride? But who pulls? Alone, it's a boulder... staircase."

I don't even think I have the time to explain.

"Come on, come on!

When I say that and put the six on, I ride with my feet on the side outing, too.

Likewise Poyopoyo put his foot on the other side. And -.

"I'm coming."

The wheel moved and the porter started moving with eight people on board. I remember the way when I come, so I don't lose my way through the labyrinth.

The floor was also slightly shaky but well tolerated, even though the metal plates were stretched into bullshit.

(Oh, this can be loaded unexpectedly)

I thought about that while I was manipulating the porter.

The adventurers aboard were suddenly watching the sight.

I left the labyrinth and went right to a nearby hospital, and I waited outside.

Then a helpful adventurer, still pale but bandaged, comes out of the hospital.

I've been looking at this one and smiling.

"Thanks for the help. All my people are safe."

That's what they said, and I was relieved that I was helped, too.

"Good for you."

Adventurers need each other's help.

Some people are fine with the nuisance, but in many cases a tragic end was waiting for them at the end.

Besides, if I help, my reputation might recover a little.

"So, the... I'm sorry!

Surprised at the adventurers who have bowed their heads.

The Adventurer explains the situation to me.

"If it's true, I just want to pay for the gold. But when my buddy was in the hospital... when he was raided, I only brought the Demon Stone, but I left the other material behind. This is all I have now, but I will definitely thank you after discharge"

That said, the adventurer took all the silver out of the leather bag and handed it to me.

Poyo, Poyo, look at that.

"That's a lot of money for both of us."

That's what I've been saying.

I received the money.

"I did receive the thank you. And don't force me after discharge. I'm happy to thank you for this."

"Ha, faint. Thank you so much!"

They may pretend this is the best they can do. Actually, I might be able to pay more.

But in these circumstances, when you thank me, rumors spread and you lose credibility. I saved my life and there was no reward... if you say that, it will interfere with my future activities in Aramsarth.

I say I'm happy to thank you, and I also tell you that I won't take it any more.

When the adventurer returns to his people, I see the silver coin in my hand.

"... oh, could this be"

I noticed. At the same time I can hear the fourth generation.

"Smells like money......"

Look back and see Porter. He looked heartless or dependable.

At the same time, I hear joy from the treasure balls.

"Lyell! Well done! You can earn this! After all, it's important to make them think their own way!

The fourth generation of money lovers seems to have realized the value of my porter.

When I found out it was going to be gold, I was delighted.

Poyo Poyo also says.

"Chicken bastard...... now you can eat it normally"

I agree.

"I think so too."