Sevens

I was visiting Damien's lab when I safely attacked the underground thirty levels.

The period it took to return is two days.

Substantive, about a day.

I got into the porter to move around the labyrinth, and if I chose a safe route to get back on the ground, I could get back in that period of time.

Shannon had a tired look on his unfamiliar environment, but nothing else is particularly wrong.

He's back and finished reporting the captured adventurer to the guild to the witness.

Today I changed Poyo Poyo and took her to Damien's lab about Monica.

It was good to finish breakfast and show up at school with Monica.

But Monica...

"Lay low, both mass-producers. Your husband gave me the name Monica, and I'm not the same mass product that you call a number."

He stretched his chest and was majestically scattering three bodies forward, Damian's automaton.

"I regret it! I wish it had been destroyed as it was!

"You were attacked deliberately for a situation...... boulders are specially ordered. Dirty is also a special order."

"Such a despicable means… we cannot imagine"

(Are these guys really close?

Three automatons looking at Monica with a regrettable look.

Monica is immersed in superiority when she sees that look.

Damian says.

"I can see the contents and the red liquid splashes... it's really amazing, isn't it, Ancient Man"

Report Monica with menacing self-repair to Damien, even though she was destroyed.

Damian, who received the report, was pushing up his glasses and thinking.

"You're not gonna tell me to break it in an experiment, are you?

I got a little worried, so I asked, and it was the three automatons that reacted.

"If it's your husband's order,"

"Yes, we are always ready"

"Come on, even now!

Seeing the automatons that I hoped would be destroyed, I was convinced these guys were alike to Monica.

Damien laughs with her nose.

"For what? I'm busy with my research. [M] I threw a whole lot of automaton research at other professors."

Damien, who is not interested, seems to have given way to the study of automatons to others.

I seem to have all the data I wanted and now I seem to be busy researching myself.

"So you don't need a report anymore?

When I heard, Damian shook his head to the side.

"I'd be interested in anything other than an automaton. It's Porter. The adventurers are noisy and troublesome, but the school caught my eye on it."

Damian has a tired look on his face, but a voice came from the treasure ball.

It's the usual fourth generation.

'Hmm... Lyell, the time has come to sell your previous know-how high. He's a porter that the adventurer wants to get even if he can't. I'm sure they'll present thousands of copies in gold... you know what I mean? At first, offer a big forehead...'

I ignore the fourth generation and talk to Damien.

"If you'll keep the guild quiet, you can also give me previous data. I'll also have a simple blueprint for the porter, so it would help if you bought it for a good price."

Damien saw me.

It seems a little strange.

"Is that okay? A lot of people are making a scene when it comes to pretty good money?

Indeed, in the labyrinth, its value was great.

But porters basically don't get much speed.

It travels slowly and has a labyrinth-specific structure.

The fourth generation makes a scene.

'What are you talking about, Lyell! I've got a lot of money here to save.'

The fifth generation stops.

"If I had so much, they'd be after me the other way around. It's all right. '

Besides, the data I have is certainly valuable now.

But as soon as the school gets serious, we'll get together.

At the same time, I didn't think it would go that well.

"I know because I've tried it, but I do excel as a hauling...... I need some talent to handle it, and above all as a wizard I need more than medium. A big porter can't even make a difference on the main road in the labyrinth"

The simplified version can go up and down the stairs, different sizes in the aisle - smaller than the porter.

Monica designed it.

Luggage transport and miniaturization were mandatory once ease of handling was pursued.

"That's a valuable input from our users. Indeed, to some extent, I thought miniaturization was necessary when it came to spreading it to the public."

Damian can use the magic of [Golem].

The school was trying to use porters to create new and significant rights.

"... Aramsarth's guild is reluctant to change our home. I don't have enough hands, so I want you to stay."

One big party crumbled and Aramsarth's guild panicked.

It's also a problem that I circulated information about the adventurers, but it was in the ears of the other adventurers that I was working with the people who carried out the raid.

It was moving to do so, so it could be said that it was on schedule.

I submitted a change of home report to such a confusing Alam Arthur Guild.

Damian says.

"That's a shame. Lyell was one of the few people who remembered his name. The people who have gained strength here are destined to flow. That's how the Alliance is doing."

The school was also protesting the guild.

Looks like he was going to buy know-how from me.

More than I thought, my surroundings had my eyes on Porter.

"It'll be rough for a while to come," Damian said, pushing his eyeglasses up with his index finger to correct the position.

"I'll tell them upstairs. But even if you don't do anything, the Alliance will make a fuss."

A few days later, if I showed my face to the guild, the receptionists would look at me and give me a blue look.

Conversely, the adventurers smile and talk.

I don't know if Aramsarth's guild will be better or worse from now on, but still there will be a big change.

I'm not interested because I'm changing the home.

Where shall we go next?

I was talking about that at the Mansion.

I'm just concerned that Aria had a slightly troubled look on her face.

"Please. I'm putting together the materials, so I'll bring them tomorrow."

"You're ready."

When Damien says that, I laugh and say it.

"There's someone in May who's gonna need it."

It's the fourth generation in the treasure ball.

I've been thinking about making a lot of money with Porter since the beginning.

"No body," he said! Claim your rights and get 10% of the profits in the year!

I understand that it is the fourth generation that is May on gold, but it is also important to be an adventurer.

But the sixth generation says.

'Lyell is just an adventurer. Without power, without power. I just made a lot of noise, and I don't think I can handle it.'

The fourth generation resists.

'How many people do you think Porter will affect! It's not just the operating side. Even the maker needs it. Even the people who fix it! If this makes you more efficient, there will be more profitable adventurers out there! Look, this right...'

I respect the opinions of the fourth generation, but I wasn't going to do it unless I could manage them.

So this time I submit my previous know-how to the school and I'm done getting the money.

Damian asked.

"Where are we going next?

"We haven't decided where to make it home, but we're headed to Central."

"What about that big bag? Do you want Porter to carry you?

Big baggage would be the armor of the basement 40 tier boss I bought.

I bought it because I thought it would help me in some way, but when I take it, it is subtle. But right now, I have no restrictions on my skills.

"Ma, in that area, with skills"

"That's convenient. I envy you."

That's what Damien said and made me smile.

In the lab, Damian's men look at the automaton and let it pull their cheeks.

"Fuck! Three on one is cowardice!

"Hmm! I want you not to lick the collaboration of mass production machines!

"I'll surround you and slap you!

"You're strong. Is it a special machine, even if it's broken?

Looking back, there's Monica and the three automatons fighting in a hilarious fit for a maid.

I say.

"Ha... I'm leaving, Monica"

After Damien's lab, Monica tells the three of us a dump dialogue.

"Pretty chicken bastard Monica, we're going home together. Goodbye, then, both mass production machines that could be mistaken for serial numbers."

The three automatons were pulling the apron biting and regretting.

The art is fine, or it really looks like a human being.

(... for what, the Monicas were made)

I couldn't help but think so.

- Aria was visiting under Lyla, who took care of her.

Lyla is working in the room and Aria tells her to change the home.

Lyla, who continues her work, replied as usual.

"Right. If you had all that strength, you could do it anywhere. Baymax next?

Beim is even called the Capital of Adventurers and is also a place where adventurers are indispensable to their work.

At the same time, it is insecure and ironically called the capital of adventurers.

It is really a free city ruled by the merchants, but it was now called that way.

"We haven't decided that far. Now we're leaving Aramsarth and heading to Central."

If you head to Central, the coupling carriage is out of there at the main location.

If we were to travel, we were really supposed to stop at Central.

This time the aim is to secure personnel.

Miranda, Clara, Shannon...... successfully added the three.

It would be nice to say that the aim was achieved, but Aria missed leaving with Lyla, who was taken care of for several months.

"... an adventurer breaks up as soon as we meet. Don't break up with me the other way around. Some guys cheat and hang out as they are. It's like that. I wouldn't hang up if I cared."

I stopped working on whether Lyla sensed Aria's feelings.

And I told Aria.

"If it's true, it'd be good to get out of a job like this and live for real,"

Not so in Aramsarth, but adventurers have many rogues.

There were many criminals, and the image was poor.

Not if you become famous, but still many people look disgusted just to say adventurer.

In Aramsarth, a special environment, students from the school sometimes enrolled as adventurers and were rarely seen with such eyes.

Lyla says.

"Aramsarth to Darion... that's all good behavior. I'm a little worried about the neighborhood, but I survived a raid. You'll be fine."

"But Lyell said he was caught off guard..."

Aria remembers what Lyell said about her opponent.

It was good to the point where I owned the skills and used the tools for timing.

We were just licking ourselves. It would have been dangerous if they had been just a little more discreet.

"If people were after you, you'd be dead. The guys with all those arms will be busy working as mercenaries... but at a time like this when you're picking someone to raid, you're sure of the trinket."

Aramsarth was the kind of place where the rushers came together to brush themselves and gather their people to be good adventurers.

Even with some arm pride there, I guess it doesn't work in the outside world.

"In this world, cowardice is better. Don't forget that. I know you need luck... but your leader must be someone with that kind of thing."

Luck - it is an element that cannot be helped by effort.

Thinking of Lyell, who was told he had it, Aria wanted to hang herself.

"Really?

"Those who survive to the end and succeed will probably be lucky. You won't know it until it's the last time."

Good or bad, Aria has decided to follow Lyell.

It's not because they bought my life.

Because I decided to follow you.

(... he, no way that confession... no, but I heard the book reads well, too)

Sometimes I wonder.

Besides, Aria wanted to be stronger.

Lyla threw the finished piece of work at Aria and came over.

"Farewell. Take it."

"Huh? This..."

Aria sees Lyla, who receives a necklace that fits the balls.

"Is there a guy who always ties his trump card with a string or something? We need to make sure we don't drop it properly."

Aria put red balls into a silver necklace when Lyla told her to.

I feel the weight of metal when I put it around my neck.

"You look great. Don't worry about it."

Aria thanked Lyla for saying that and laughing.

"Oh, thank you!

Looking at Aria, whose eyes were moist, Lyla seemed to illuminate -.

In the Circleys' mansion, Miranda, who had graduated from school, was cleaning up.

to sell off.

Since it is the property of the Circleys, Miranda's home, my father, the Lord, is informed by letter before selling it.

He also wrote that he would graduate from school and live as an adventurer.

As for Shannon's eyes... he wrote a lie saying that the treatment was not complete, but that he could now live some life.

(It was all a lie to the boulders, so to speak)

Miranda sees Nowem and Shannon cleaning.

"Look, we need to clean up properly"

"The vendor's gonna buy it and sell it anyway, so I'm gonna clean it up before I do! It'll never make sense!

Shannon resists cleaning, but before smiling Nowem says, "Hih!" He screams and starts trying again.

Clara, who's here to help, asks Miranda.

"Um, am I following you, too?

Miranda says as she cleans.

"That's right. 'Cause you're one of us, us."

buddy, I emphasised the part a little bit, but Miranda looked at Clara and glanced back.

I seem to be just a little happy.

More than that, Miranda remembered a letter from her father and was thinking about it.

Even when I say my expelled daughter, Miranda is also a Circleian.

My father wrote to my daughter to stop by my parents' house.

(You really care. I'm not even against being an adventurer.)

Miranda's father also seemed to give up if his daughter chose such a life.

However, it really says to stop by only once.

I wonder if there was a problem.

For Miranda, who left the house, there was no more interest in her parents' house.

The second and third daughters had decided to take son-in-law, and Miranda was in a position to receive financial assistance while she was learning at Aramsarth.

Shannon took care of him, but it should be known that he kicked him out around as well.

(I hope it's not a hassle...)

Miranda wanted to talk to Lyell about the letter.

- In the treasure ball.

The second and third generations were talking.

"Lyell has successfully completed his assignment."

'Right. Too bad you didn't grow up... oh, physical “grow up"

The third generation is about to regret that I didn't see "Raku Sun" this time.

The second generation certainly seems unfortunate not to be seen, but now it wasn't.

'... hey, I think I already know'

The third generation snorts.

'I guess this is all in order. My turn is going to fly. "

Second generation skills could not be said to be useful but difficult.

Basically, it's a real support skill that allows you to use your skills to others as well.

It was a secondary effect and was a convenient skill to know what was going on around you. But still, mastery is not difficult.

It is talented to use it. But it doesn't matter if you just use it.

First generation, second generation...... the two skills are less habitual than the others.

For having such skills, it could be said that the skills of the other historical contemporaries gained a different shape.

Because they had foundations, they were asked for their own skills.

"... I was a plain master, so I wonder how much he could teach me."

When the second generation says so, the third generation says with a serious look on its face.

'The first generation cut through the woods and I worked great in the war...... if you get pinched in the meantime, it does look plain! I'm sorry it worked!

From a serious look, the second generation slaps the third generation on the head when they laugh all at once.

The third generation complains.

"Oh, no, I'm kidding."

'Your joke is black. Besides, you don't deserve to die in battle... even though it doesn't suit you best.'

"... I think so too."

Two people who simmer, but the second generation says.

'As much as I want to finish, I want to make up my mind. After all, I can't think of any plain roots. I can't even look like my father. "

In the second generation of laughter, the third says.

'Lyell would also understand the second generation's struggles... you're a good kid'

When the third generation said, the second generation also nodded.

"It's not gutsy like the first generation, it's not plain like me. It's not even black like you. She's a good girl. '

"That's terrible."

The third generation laughs, but it makes a serious look.

"Leave the rest to me. You can count on other faces. '

Second generation says.

'... the truth is, you can't give us any advice. I can't believe this happened because my first generation bought blue balls that my father sold out. "

The historical contemporaries, the memories in the treasure balls, are in fact dead.

Yet this is how I had my memories and my heart.

For what, did Treasure Ball have this ability?

Why hasn't it been activated before?

Something bothered me was like a mountain.

If it was just to tell, it would have been nice for the balls to just give you the knowledge.

The second generation says.

'I know there's a reason, but I don't think I can find out... but I don't know what I can do.'

I also agree with the third generation.

'Right. I wonder why I needed to do this… I'm worried about the automaton.'

They stayed put and continued the conversation within the treasure ball -.