Sevens

"Beared, Lyell... I'll have your 'porter'"

A well-dressed adventurer gives instructions to his companions who were around him when he says so.

"Stand up. You're out of breath right after the fight. Now's your chance. Target the automaton first"

There was smoke, and somehow my body didn't move as I thought.

(Explosion and something -)

Second generation says.

"Hurry up for ventilation!

Let go of the left-hand sabel and activate the magic with your right hand, but there was a new smoke in the attack of arrows directed at Poyo Poyo.

A well-dressed adventurer sees a worn out poyo poyo.

Clothes were torn, skin was exposed, blood was flowing and the metal part inside was visible.

"Poyo poyo...... you guys!

The fifth generation is coming to me.

'Calm down. Use magic to hasten some ventilation. And negotiations. While buying time, I think the enemy is going to negotiate.'

When I heard the views of the fifth generation, they did look at me over there.

While Poyo Poyo is worn out, he is under attack.

"Automaton...... the crystal of ancient technology revived by the academic city of Qijie. It would be expensive to sell, but if you can't, you can destroy it. If it breaks, it'll sell quite a bit."

When I eat up my teeth, I feel my body numbness only slightly weakened.

The third generation gives instructions.

'Let it be emotional here and you'll die more. Watch the porter. "

Turning his gaze, he was letting Clara know he was safe with his hands.

Mr. Miranda is stopping Aria from trying to jump out.

Sixth generation says.

'To the porter...... no, I haven't attacked the other members, but I'm alert and the arrows are pointing. Move carefully.'

Seventh generation says.

"Lyell, the challenge is complete. Use your skills. Pretend you dumped your weapon and go into negotiations'

Poyopoyo, who continues to be attacked, held still with his arms shielded.

I throw a weapon to draw the attention of a good adventurer.

"... stop it"

At the behest of a well-dressed adventurer, Poyo Poyo collapsed when the attack stopped. Adventurers approach and kick Poyo Poyo.

"You're not moving?

"Shit, how much hassle do you have?"

"How much value do you think it will have in a broken state?

While I was angry at those adventurer conversations I was staring at them.

A well-dressed adventurer approaching with an escort throws a piece of paper at me.

Third generation says.

'You play a state where you can't move. Have you checked the number of enemies?

When I look at the paper, I take it with my trembling hands. The other guy was gnawing at it when he saw it.

What was written there was a contract to sell Porter over. Amounts are also offered.

"... what do you mean?

"As you can see. Buy that doll away. Golem magic taught Damien's motherfucker... I didn't think he could use it, but you tipped me. Porter... that's a good name."

A good adventurer's man threw a pen at me.

"I wish we had negotiated from the beginning!

That's what the fourth generation says to me.

'... these guys, they're not going to give you money from the start. You wanted to make a deal for this moment on favorable terms.'

I didn't think Porter would be targeted.

If I were to be targeted, Nowem and the others - that's what I assumed.

"There was going to be other competitors, so I hit the lead. I guess I kicked the staff out with the intention of doing well... but the world doesn't work that well."

To see Niyanya and I laugh, I guess it was the guild officials who carried these guys.

Remembering an official who asked Damien to kick him out, the seventh generation says.

'Well, it's an organization to that extent anyway. I'm not surprised... but if I can do it, we'll do it again. You don't seem to understand that.'

The ancestors who have lived as lords have more or less this kind of temperament.

I see Poyo Poyo being kicked by the adventurers.

"... I thought you were after someone else."

When I say that and I take the pen, I confirm it in my head.

(Poyo Poyo still has a reaction. A little more until we can all move...)

Activate the skill.

In the second generation [all], I did a grasp of the boss's room.

With a third generation of skills [minds], make them talk.

"Woman? Fool or you. If you make good money with a porter, you can get as many women as you want. I'm not an adventurer. I know you're a fancy whore, but I know you're a common man and a noble woman, but you open your crotch before the big bucks. You didn't seem to understand that. Oh, carried."

Fourth generation says.

'You're the fool. You think I didn't notice that? Once you have a proven track record and demonstrated its usefulness, the method will be further expanded! Amateurs!'

I use my fifth generation of skills to grasp the surrounding terrain and confirm enemy placement with my sixth generation of skills.

Everyone was rounding up hostility.

Sixth generation says.

'... I guess you're going to kill them all. If you lose, you're miserable.'

If you lose, they take everything away.

I recognised that I was in a world like that.

(You mean take the porter, kill me, and then -)

I think I was sweet.

I came here to realize and understand that what scares me more than demons is people, not as knowledge.

Use tools, track them with skills and set them up at the best possible time.

I was careful, but I wasn't able to. So I guess your ancestors thought it was sweet, too.

In a way, maybe this situation is an extension of the challenge to me.

(but...... you guys don't forgive me)

The well-dressed adventurer was laughing at me pretending to be trembling.

Point your gaze at Poyo Poyo, I say.

"I guess my people can save me."

"Oh, I promise. Be polite."

Third generation says.

"I'm not saying I'm going to help, but I guess Lyle was going to give me the paperwork, wipe out the party, and get the porter on the contract."

Bad chest...

Should I put it this way?

(If you were a first generation, I wonder why you were there)

I laugh, remembering the powerless first generation.

A well-dressed adventurer looks at me and punches me in the tongue.

"I'm sorry to make you happy, but if you don't hurry up, it's bad. The people I hired were short-tempered."

I say while pretending to sign the paperwork. When I looked at Porter with my gaze, I got a signal that he was ready.

Fifth generation says.

'It's sweet. The stuffing is sweet. I guess that's why Lyell helped......'

Fourth generation says.

"Lyell's got luck. Besides, this time there was Poyo Poyo - Automaton. I knew the damage would be minimal. '

Third generation says.

'That statement hurts Lyell. Ma, if that Poyo Poyo -'

I had something to say to my ancestors, but now I look up patiently.

And deliberately make a smile and say.

"You guys lick me too much -"

"Say what?"

I use my skills.

Use your skills on your surrounding companions with a second generation of skills and at the same time stand up and see your knees in the face of a well-dressed man in front of you.

And he threw the knife and dagger he had to spin in the air at his men who were beside him.

At the same time, Aria popped up and Mr. Miranda threw a knife at the adventurers who were gathered at Poyopoyo.

Nowem's magic is activated.

"Storm!"

A wind occurs and an arrow is bounced around. Smoke also occurs, but Nowem and the others were preventing the mouth with a cloth.

Speed, the fourth generation of skills, and my ability to bottom up with the first generation of skills, I head to the enemy hiding in the aisle.

"Box"

From the box I called in the air, I retrieved the servel I had kept as a spare before.

Apart from the adventurers in the room, there was a group of people watching us.

It was a small bird-like mass of magic, watching over this one.

Second generation says.

"You're more troublesome hiding in the aisle."

In the room, the adventurers who were attacked by the Nowems were under control.

I see Poyo Poyo before I leave the room.

(If you could tell me sooner... No, this is on me. My mistake)

Thus, pulling through the spare servel, he ran down the aisle in a duplicitous fashion.

Is it your skill to conduct reconnaissance, or the group you started in a hurry is in an offensive posture by detecting this move.

"There are three wizards..."

I shrugged so much, an arrow flew in before I arrived where a bunch of people were.

You're seeing it in the dark aisle, it's coming at me exactly.

Second generation says.

"Good arm, but you're pointless to Lyell right now"

Where does it come from and where does it aim?

I could understand even with my eyes closed.

It's been a while since I've used my skills, but it's still a breakthrough performance.

Can this be said of the enemy?

When we arrived at the group avoiding the attack, instructions flew to the wizard as to whether everyone could not move in the dark.

"Give me the light!

"What's up? Why don't you turn the light on!

Slash the wizard and kick his head up. He didn't stab a stop, but as it was, he aimed at a troublesome wizard and an eye-catching bowman, even in the dark.

"Hey, why aren't you responding!

"How many enemies! There would be no reason to be alone!

"Hey, hey!

Deactivate a man who had a good night's eye, or who could see in the dark with his skills, and I will defeat my enemies one after another in the dark.

Slash your arms, kick your ass, take your consciousness, and aim for your next prey.

When the number of voices dropped, there was a guy trying to hide in silence.

Don't let the guy who said that get away with it. Take away your consciousness. Are you awake with your skills, or are you losing your mind... it just helped me to figure that out.

(You don't have to stab everyone to stop)

I can't move, I destroy my weapon or I can't use it.

Second generation says.

"Lyell, you're sweet."

The second generation, sweet me, not killing my enemies.

But I felt a little happy.

That's how he crippled the last adventurer and put only one sabel back in his sheath. I magically light the light on my left hand.

"Hey."

"Hih!"

The opponent was wearing a robe and looked like a luggage holder. If you serve other surroundings, there are many luggage holders with weapons.

Few key members would have defended the face of transporting supplies.

He said he hired them, so they must have been good adventurers. I kick the wizard-style adventurer.

To intimidate a frightened man.

"... you guys followed us around and raided. There's no way you don't know, is there?

"No, we don't. Because the reward was good."

I shrugged.

"Mind......"

Then, some adventurers were confused, but could easily interfere and make them talk.

"... because there are so many beauties, they told me I could enjoy them before I killed them." Beared "is making money, so if we take it away, we can get rich too," he said. So, before I kill them, they tell me to like the women. "

"Enough. So what about the guild?

"The guild contacted him to find out how you guys behaved because there was a guy you threw out before. I was monitoring you with the wizard skills rolling there and gathering your information... why can't I take you down"

He must have checked up on us and got information from the Alliance.

I don't know how the receptionist who used to work on our information...

Seventh generation says.

"Hmm! That's why you can't trust your guild! Lyell, this guy's gonna tie you up and make you a witness. '

Second generation says.

'You did it, Aramsarth's guild... very different from Darion, isn't it? I guess Hawkins was excellent.'

The quality of the guild varies too much depending on the location, just because some officials took care of you in Darion.

"... it looks like Nowem and the others are done"

When I kick the guy with the luggage and steal consciousness, I let him give up his luggage and go back to the boss's room.

- As Lyell leaves the room and heads into the aisle, Nowem magically prevents the arrows.

It produced wind and the smoke caused numbness, so it was flowing straight to the exit.

Nowem, whose mouth is covered with cloth, looks at Aria and Miranda, who have popped up.

"Get those dirty feet out of the way!!"

A fiercely elevated aria was punching the adventurer who was kicking and playing Poyo Poyo in the head with a short spear pattern with all her might.

I'm not even ready to kill you.

The same is true of Miranda.

But this one's a little different.

"Golem porter aim better than me? You make me jealous."

I'm laughing, but my eyes aren't laughing.

An adventurer who threw a knife and lost one eye still laid a weapon on Miranda.

"There's only one way to come to the underground thirty levels," he said.

But with that said, Miranda was slashing both of his wrists and punching his elbows straight into his head.

Shannon makes a scene in the porter.

"What the fuck! What the hell is this?

Clara was running a little smoke to the exit with Nowem's help.

An adventurer with a bow and arrow unleashes an arrow on Nowem.

The wind was not heading to the place where the arrows aimed, but had fallen into a completely different place and exploded.

"I was going to kill you," he said. Too bad. "

When Nowem stopped magically, he approached Poyo Poyo.

The adventurer who unleashed the arrow has been beaten to death by Aria and has lost consciousness.

Miranda, who sees it, ties everyone up after she narrows her eyes a little. Let me see that, I was about to slash my wrist.

Nowem says.

"Mr. Miranda. I'll treat you later, so keep everyone in line."

To Nowem, who said so, Miranda turned her sharp gaze only for a moment.

"... yeah, I get it. What about Poyo Poyo?

Nowem sits near Poyo Poyo and sees her shielded to protect herself.

Except for the head, it was worn out and scattered all the way around to the red liquid.

It was like a real human being - no, I could see the part on a human bone that was silver.

After all, I guess I'm not like humans.

(No matter how they are made to look like people, the contents are -)

Nowem had some thoughts, too, but spoke up.

"How did you shelter me? So worn out."

With that said, Poyo Poyo moves only his eyes and looks at Nowem.

"Don't lick me...... I'm a specially made item, that chicken bastard...... it's the automaton of your husband, Lord Lyell. You can't disobey orders."

Nowem says.

"If it was for my husband, couldn't I have turned it against him?

"... you're a mean female fox. If you do that... the chicken bastard will grieve, won't he? I don't want to see chicken bastards grieve."

I have a bad mouth, but I did do everything I could for Lyell.

And Poyopoyo says.

"... Anything to hide? I'm prepared to expose my skin to Master Lyell, but I can't let him look so miserable."

When Aria went to Porter, she brought a blanket.

Shannon, coming down from Porter, has a blue look on his face when he sees Poyo Poyo.

"How can you do that... you, I knew it..."

To the surprised Shannon, Miranda says.

"Shannon! Back to Porter!

Apart from Shannon, who hurries back, Aria, who brings the blanket, puts it on Poyo Poyo. And I spoke up.

"You, why are you doing this..."

Poyopoyo smiling at Aria.

"Don't make me say it again and again. Because that chicken bastard grieves. I... when I finally woke up, the factory I was supposed to manufacture was gone, the company was gone, and the country was gone. That's all I have anymore, Master Lyell. In such a fantastic world, I woke up and got your husband... I wasn't expecting anything. Even if I say special aircraft...... is that it? You can't remember, can you? But anyway, I was able to get your husband. I thought I'd follow any son of a bitch. Because that's what Automaton wants."

Nowem hears it and leans down.

When Poyo Poyo's eyes glow with tickles, Aria says.

"Hey, say something!

Poyo Poyo says with a smile.

"Wait, please. Until Lord Lyell gets here... we have to let him have it at all costs... so"

Then Lyell ran in there.

Throw away the adventurer who dragged you near the entrance and you come to Poyo Poyo...

Running over to Poyo Poyo, I touched her face.

"I've been waiting, my husband... I really wanted to ask you"

Poyopoyo, who only protected his face, hid it with a blanket from his neck down. There was red liquid spreading around.

Looks like real blood.

"You, why can't you!

Then the second generation says:

"Ahhh, what... listen to him at times like this"

I also had something to say to my ancestors. I wanted you to say it before the sacrifice was made.

I understand I'm immature, but still...

"... what do you want to hear? Ask me anything. Don't mess with me. I'll ask you."

Poyo Poyo smiles and opens his mouth.

From the edge of its mouth, red liquid flowed.

"It's a name. I really liked Poyo Poyo too. But because of that, I'd like you to think of a name."

The tone is polite.

I put up with crying.

I felt like I shouldn't cry.

Yet tears fall on the foreheads and cheeks of potatoes and poyopoyos.

"... [Monica]. That's the name I was going to send you. I've been thinking about it. Neither was the book I was reading then, Porter. It was to think of your name!

And Monica says.

"Monica...... is that... a good name. I'll take care of it."

"Oh, yeah. So you stay by my side the whole time. I don't give a shit anymore. You're my automaton."

I watched Aria weaken Monica, and she was crying.

Mr. Miranda is also leaning down with his arms together.

Clara was magically illuminating us.

Nowem had his hands on my back.

"I'll be proud. My... name is... Monica, and... you know, to the three of us... so... again... together..."

I grab Monica's face with both hands and get close.

My forehead and forehead were about to touch each other.

"Oh, brag! Let Damien fix it! He's a genius, so soon."

With that said, Monica shook her head to the side.

"I can't...... To that professor...... activate me...... limit"

I can't hear my voice anymore.

Monica's eyelids try to close, I say.

"Monica?... Monicaaaa!!"

Then says Monica, who opened his eyes with patchouli.

"Restart complete!

"... Huh?

And Monica, who kissed me as she was, stretches her legs out in front of me a little distracted and jumps with recoil.

A blanket dances through the universe, says Nowem.

"Ah, it's white"

Not there! While I think so, so does Aria...

"Lie. No, because!

Mr. Miranda...

"This kid's gonna do it unexpectedly."

And Clara...

"The ancients are amazing."

And Shannon with a face from the porter...

"That's why I told you. This guy was starting to play at that point. When Lyell arrived, he suddenly picked up speed."

I spinned in the air and even put in a twist to see Monica land and make my mouth pucker.

The ancestors also say. In order from the second generation...

"That's why it's okay."

"Something about that kid's body is amazing."

"There's a line of magic with Lyell, so it's pretty much understanding."

"You're at a level where you're too amazing to suspect that the ancients really could not use magic"

"What did you think and all this performance was needed by the maid......"

"It must be romantic."

Monica is a maid of honor with no dirt, and bows beautifully.

"Poyo Poyo again [Monica]. Ladies and gentlemen, keep up the good work. Chicken bastards are going to be with you to the graveyard forever, so don't think you can get away with it, you bastard."

I've said that with a very good smile.

"Oh man... you were creating such a nasty atmosphere!

Nowem says.

"La, Master Lyell, calm down!

"Get off me, Nowem! Today is... Oh, that?

Third generation says.

'Let's hear what Nowem has to say. I mean, it's been a while, this?

Then, Monica says.

"We use magic energy called chicken bastard magic, so we've been holding back the restoration. No, I thought it would be dangerous to suddenly self-repair to a boulder from previous fights etc... are you listening? I'm explaining it for you!

I was freaking out and I felt signs of a loss of magic that hadn't happened recently.

(for the versatility of skills and boss fights...... ah, really tough)

I tried to let go of consciousness, and for the first time in a long time, Nowem rushed to hear me calling.

"Master Lyell, hold on!

Monica says.

"That's why I said it. And when I was weakening earlier, I was rebooting."

Monica says something, but I let go of my consciousness completely.

- When Lyell loses consciousness, we all gather and restrain the adventurers around us.

The weapon the opponent is hiding is also scary, but Nowem uses therapeutic magic to the extent that he stops bleeding while naked.

"If you wake up, you won't be able to move because of a fracture."

Miranda says.

"What's this guy gonna do?

The man Lyell dragged is using the medication they had to deprive him of his physical freedom.

Clara told me it was a form of numbness medicine.

Shannon says.

"Oh, he's planting something in his body."

Miranda dumps the weapon on the spot when she recovers it from the man who left it only in his underwear.

Aria says.

"Were you hiding it in your underwear? Sounds like a folding knife."

I expected it to be loaded, but apparently it's stepping on the number of places like Clara.

Clara says.

"They are all famous adventurers in Aramsarth. I hadn't heard any bad rumors about these people..."

See the tied adventurers.

I guess I've been doing well before.

"... In a conversation with Master Lyell, I learned that they were not very likeable people. When Lord Lyell recovers, we will turn to him for judgment."

To Nowem like that, Aria says.

"These guys were obviously going to kill us!

Miranda tells Aria that she still can't hold her anger.

"So Aria's gonna kill me?

Aria, who was told so, shut up.

(Are you ready... I can't let Master Lyell carry you, but what is it?)

Personally, I wanted Nowem to finish it himself.

But this also seemed necessary for Lyell's growth.

What kind of judgment do you make?

Nowem cares about that.

(At Darion, I left the bandits to others to dispose of, and I wonder how Lord Lyell would judge them when they did this...)

I'm curious, I thought so. Nowem hacks.

(Oh, is that still true...)

Nowem looked at Lyell sleeping in the porter and smiled...

I woke up. I was on the porter with a busty look on my face.

Both Nowem and Aria, as well as Mr. Miranda and Shannon and Clara and Monica, were progressing without walking on Porter's ceiling through the labyrinth on their own feet.

It's really comfortable.

Anyway, restrictions on the use of my skills are lifted.

I'm not the only one who seems unhappy.

Miranda, too.

"Water in the food for your gear - are you glad you left them all behind and even recovered?

The adventurers who attacked us left us on the thirtieth level underground without killing us. I have left my broken gear undone but without taking anything away from me.

"You know that, don't you? You think they're trying to take it from us without thinking about it?

Obviously there wasn't enough.

Usually they earn around twenty tiers underground or the stuffing was sweet.

Second generation says.

'That's too sweet. Don't stab yourself in the stops.'

I keep my mouth shut about Monica. Ignore your ancestors.

And I saw Monica on the side.

"I'm Monica! Sweet Monica! It's your husband's Monica!

I didn't know if it was good to be angry with the grumpy Monica who sang the song or happy.

But Mr. Miranda doesn't seem convinced.

"That's right, but they'll definitely resent you."

I say.

"I guess. But they'll never get to the ground."

A single adventurer wearing a porter threw up all washed up.

In addition to the skills of the adventurers, what kind of fellowship, and -.

"Heh... I even gave you water, didn't I?

I say.

"Yeah, I gave it to you. Because it didn't seem to be enough."

Saying that makes me look disgruntled again.

Mr. Miranda seemed to understand what I was trying to say, but he wasn't convinced yet.

Sixth generation says.

"Don't put your hands down because of your mental health... you're overprotective, Lyell."

I sigh and tell Mr. Miranda.

"... you want Shannon to see us kill those guys irresistibly? I'm glad you avoided being taken hostage."

By bringing him here, he didn't risk taking Shannon hostage.

"That's tough when they say it. But there's never gonna be one in the world."

As it turned out, this time it was being targeted by the adventurers for Porter.

I tell Mr. Miranda, feeling like I need to do something.

"Certainly not. But..."

Fifth generation says.

"They'll never crawl up."

That's right.

I prepared water for you with proper “magic”.

Use your skills, manipulate the porter, and I'll go down a safe path.

"What's going on?

Miranda seemed to care, so I say.

"It's nothing. Besides, they're crawling up here, and there's no place for them."

I see a captured adventurer.

Medication was depriving him of his physical freedom and he was frightened without being able to make a scene.

"You'll see when you get back."

That's what I said.

And back in the guild, their deaths were confirmed.