Sevens

We haven't tried the labyrinth in a long time.

The usual members are me, Nowem, Aria, Miranda, Clara, Poyopoyo, and Porter.

The porter is centered and Aria is in the lead to make the move.

The porter, which had some modifications, had attached a thin column to the carrier to mount the ceiling.

The weather has nothing to do with the labyrinth.

But it was mounted to prevent the luggage from being attacked in battle.

"After all, should I box it?

Poyo Poyo puts his hand on his chin when he says he wants to be more sturdy than I value lightweight.

"Rather, instead of deploying the shield forward, be more aggressive...... why don't you turn on the spike and make the porter the assault type? You just have to destroy enemies, traps, etc. and move on!

When I heard that, for a moment I thought it might be good, but I immediately shook my head to the side.

A porter with important luggage storms and destroys it.

Clara also puts her hand on her forehead and says:

"... what will you do if you involve other adventurers? Absolutely not."

However, the larger lantern mounted on the porter felt good.

It reduces the consumption of magic.

Instead, it started to cost me money.

The problem was that the passage was bright and could not be turned off frequently.

When Aria stops walking in front, she informs us that there are enemies ahead of her who have turned straight down the aisle.

"Be a little quiet, won't you? We need to hear the noise."

Nowem walked beside Porter and Miranda was walking on the other side.

Clara is walking in front of Porter.

The rear is empty, but I was going to hide in the shadow of Porter if I had to.

When that happens, I still want sturdiness.

Footsteps can be heard, as Aria says, in a passage like a plate of metal strained in bullshit.

I've decided to give instructions.

But it's not like before.

"Nowem prepares the magic, once he hits it, Aria and I will handle the rest. If you fall out, Miranda will protect you both. Poyo, Poyo, be wary of the rear."

Only one of us had a rear alert and a disgruntled mouthful, and Poyo Poyo...

"Even though it looks clear in the dark... that amount of numbers will be cleaned up soon..."

I was complaining.

I know I can, but this challenge to the labyrinth is being made to see how far the current members can go.

Putting Poyopoyo into battle from the first basement to the fifth basement was contrary to its purpose. At the same time...

"If you fight, it won't be money."

I also heard a voice from Treasure Ball agreeing. It's the fourth generation to be tough on money.

'It matters, doesn't it? Because even though it costs money to just try, the automaton there makes less money when it's guzzled...... hah, even though it's usually more efficient to make money from luggage carrying and collecting'

The fourth generation of normal meant that I would carry the Adventurer on the porter to his destination or retrieve him when he returned.

This is going to be very good money.

Adventurers looking downstairs were able to travel easily on board in some cases when they were asked to carry their luggage.

For the returning adventurer, you don't have to carry heavy baggage in tired conditions. I was very pleased because in some cases I could ride back.

Both contribute to shortening time, so much so that you can earn gold just by going and going home.

(... I, the fourth generation say normally, don't feel a little different)

I know I'm not mistaken, but I'm far from the adventurer I think I am.

It's true that I made money with Porter, but that's a means, not an end.

The fifth generation in the treasure ball observes it.

"... because it's not your money, moneymaker"

The fourth generation also says it back.

"Earning money will be important though! You have to earn money to live!

I'm not wrong.

But there's a sixth generation in that opinion...

'I think the money is the only way to spend it. It's not like I'm gonna be able to take it to the afterlife or die badly.'

Even if you have a lot of money, it doesn't make sense if you can't spend it well.

In that sense, I want to be a good spender of money.

However, the fourth generation was good at making plain money.

Identify the lines the adventurers have to put out, and let them negotiate and discount. I dare say, this one's a retired form, and I'm making money eventually.

With that in mind, a demon appeared from the aisle.

The goblins, armed with metal, are coming this way in the same number as Aria said.

Nowem, who was preparing...

"Fire Barrett!"

Shooting out more than one fireball frightened the demon. Even if prevented by metal, it looks like he suffered a burn.

Aria and I will step forward.

Aria has a shorter spear than before, putting a small shield forward to drown out the opponent's attack to disfigure her.

He was sticking a spear through the inside of the metal as it was.

Unlike previous styles, there is no longer much to wield.

(That's easy to do)

Having a sabel without a mace, I slash my neck with a sabel as it is when I avoid turning half my body against a goblin attack.

A goblin spraying blood from his neck makes a metal noise as he falls to the ground. Goblin, who tried to get between me and Aria, slashed his neck off with a savel he pulled out with his left hand.

"Ah..."

Raising the missing voice between them, Gotri and Goblin's head fall to the floor and blood erupts from their necks.

Blood splashed all around me.

Fortunately, it's just me and Aria who got dirty.

Aria says.

"... hey, I slip when I get dirty with blood"

Much better.

What a terrible sight in front of me, my thoughts glide with blood about how I've gotten used to it a lot... it makes me a little sad that I'm not Aria anymore, who was a lady.

"I'm sorry. No, really..."

Aria is wondering at me looking at her with a complicated look on her face.

"Why are you looking so subtle?

When the battle is over, Clara approaches and takes away what becomes gold from the goblins. Clara's luggage was small because she also loaded the porter with tools to remove the calves.

You can also throw the metal into the porter's carrier.

When Aria is on perimeter alert, Miranda warns the rear.

I helped Clara get confirmation from Nowem.

"Nowem, are you tired?

Wizards consume their spiritual abilities if they drain their health too. You control magic because mental fatigue comes.

Wizards are always right to care if it's a party attack.

Conditions change depending on the day, so the leader seems to have to communicate with the members.

I don't expect to get tired of just using magic once, but Nowem smiles at me.

"It's all right, Master Lyell"

"Well... if we collect it, we'll keep moving."

Don't let Nowem retrieve it, just me and Clara. Finish it and we'll start moving.

As earlier, the lead was left to Aria.

(Aria goes on the lookout without saying anything, so I hope we can talk.)

I used to rely on my skills and understand the state of my allies, albeit somewhat.

I don't think we had much conversation for that either.

(Conversation... you can't say you're not good or anything)

I also speak to Clara.

"Clara, is the porter operating okay?

"Yes. If you're traveling at some speed...... you're just tired of stairs. I don't have to get the lights, so it helps."

As for him, he seems unhappy that he can't adjust the lights himself.

(That's a challenge for the future around here)

And speak to Mr. Miranda, too.

"You're moving well, Mr. Miranda"

With that said, Mr. Miranda smiles and says:

"Thanks. If I didn't hate it, I'd be really happy"

When I make a dry laugh, I make sure Mr. Miranda can afford it and finally speak to Poyo Poyo.

I'm messing with you for some reason.

Second generation says.

"This guy stinks of automaton habits. You're bullying me!

I'm guessing you're unhappy that it's not helping.

I felt more expressive than human.

"Ha... I need you to work during the break, so bear with me till then."

With that said, Poyo Poyo takes out the frying pan and says:

"I'll take care of it. From cooking at breaks to good night, you'll look perfect!

- I'm not expecting such a fancy meal in the labyrinth.

However, if Poyopoyo does it, he will take it seriously.

"No, because I don't want anything that elaborate..."

That's how I traveled, and when I finished the conversation, I looked out for my surroundings.

The place I chose for my break was affordable size to stay overnight.

There are no demons, and I sit down in the luggage I unload from the porter to fetch a meal.

One cheerful Poyo Poyo was preparing the soup.

I bake bread, and I pinch ham, etc.

Considering it a meal in the labyrinth, it was a luxurious category. Normally it's just soup with a strong flavour or some bread I brought. I don't bring the tools to make elaborate things because I want to reduce the extra baggage.

However, since cookware and ingredients can be loaded onto the porter, these luxuries were also possible if the number of people was small.

Currently, the watch is conducted by Miranda.

Nowem and Clara were sleeping after the meal.

Poyo Poyo has prepared the ingredients for Miranda and is waiting for her to eat even if she is ready.

I say to Aria, who eats with me.

"… number"

"What?

"You only made one mistake getting here."

With that said, Aria makes an excuse in a hurry.

"Oh, we met later then! Or did you remember? He's a fine man."

To the angry aria, I say.

"No, that was the only time I made a mistake. Thinking a few months ago, we moved completely differently… it was easy to fight even when we were acting together."

Saying so.

"... yes. Sorry about that."

Aria was going to resume her meal, but she seemed a little happy. After a short conversation, Aria fell asleep first.

Basically, it is Aria who uses the nerves during travel. We decided to take them off the watch during the break and get them ready for tomorrow.

When I'm all asleep, I squeal.

"That's a big difference from before. Sometimes there's a lot of people."

I was listening to that, Poyo Poyo.

"Are you talking to yourself? You're a lonely guy. I'll listen to you. Talk to us about any concerns. I'll screw with you."

"I'm not happy about that at all?

And when I sit back on the crate, I tell Poyo Poyo. It was closer to confirmation than to consultation.

It's a confirmation in me.

"I was scattered when I tried before. Aria almost cried, and annoyed Clara. Even though Nowem had better make his own decisions, he tried to give instructions on every detail... but it was empty."

Poyo Poyo says.

"You've grown, you chicken bastard. From today on, I'll call you a leech bastard."

"Hey, you're not growing up. What the hell, Hiyoko?"

I move my gaze to the three sleeping men and Mr. Miranda. I'm like a spare guard right now.

Poyopoyo says you felt sorry for that gaze.

"Serve me up here... because this is exactly what you are"

"Don't get me wrong. Then why are you trying to take your clothes off? Go to sleep if you want, I'll beat you up later and wake you up."

"Shit, you're a chicken bastard after all. That attitude of weakness on my chills too... hey, I'll give you a hug someday"

"Shall I strangle him? Go to sleep now."

With that said, Poyo Poyo rocked the twin tails and said, "I don't like it, I want to hear the rest" etc.

... I don't know, it's cute on the outside, but it doesn't look good at all.

"It felt good today. There's a problem, but basically, Clara's right that everyone's good."

Poyo Poyo was convinced too.

"I was looking at the other adventurers when I was doing business on the porter...... sure, if everyone sees it individually, they move well. Was it a party? Platooning makes it worse all at once."

Now each is only doing his own work.

Collaboration as a party is not so quickly polished. Individuals move and judge differently.

We will make sure we work together at the party again and again, and we will complete it as a party.

"Right. I talked to some leaders, but they said that it was important to have an instinct to work better with this guy than to focus on abilities."

In a relationship where he was carrying loads at the porter, he became more acquainted with Aramsarth adventurers at once.

It was good to have a conversation on the move and be seen what other parties were doing.

There are different ways to do things depending on the party, but I still feel that the party that I'm protecting the basics is excellent.

I was doing it to learn how to operate and operate a porter, but unexpectedly I was able to make a lot of acquaintances at Aramsarth.

It is a bitter laugh that many adventurers call it 'Beared Lyell', etc., but it is also the jealousy of adventurers.

Two decent and well-named adventurers would be reluctantly respected or feared by everyone.

I'm too young for that, not so far.

However, since we are talking about it, it is helpful to have a conversation bounced about two names. I don't like to talk about it, but one or two of those topics were making it easier to communicate.

(If you think so, it's not bad... being carried, too)

Seemed unhappy with the male adventurer how surrounded and cherished by beauty if asked.

I also heard that there was something that I thought was due to Damien's doll that allowed me to break through the basement forty tiers.

It's just that you're actually right.

I worked hard in the boss battle, but elsewhere, Damien's doll helped me play shield.

I see Porter.

"... Porter's a good companion."

When I squeal like that, Poyo Poyo...

"Because it's the crystal of love between me and the chicken bastard. Just give me a name sooner rather than later...... decide on a real name, not tentatively. Seriously, I regret losing to Porter. That Ponky Mass Production Machine is going to tear me apart!

I looked at Poyo Poyo and snapped my neck.

"Were they saying so much? You said it back, too. It's not like a mass production machine."

"This is why the guys who look like adults fool me... they really don't have a good mouth. You can't compare to me! I'm the angel of this chicken bastard crying! Please protect me more!

I say.

"You mean you're crying... you're just calling?

Poyo Poyo looked sad and sat down bent his knee on the spot.

I sing out a sad song, but I'm surprised I'm good.

(This guy can really do all sorts of things... why is he so obsessed with maids?

The Ancients created Poyo Poyo for what purpose... I didn't understand. It was me.