Sevens

Leaving Central, the Wang capital, the Zioni Village Expeditionary Force was on a break after noon.

I left early in the morning, but the break is supposed to be taken after noon.

The speed of walking also had to be adapted to the group and I was annoyed.

"You're behind what I was hearing."

Same goes for my buddies, but the problem is the allies around me.

Using the skills of the fifth and sixth generations, the yellow dots surround us when we check the surrounding conditions.

I'm very much on my side, I couldn't say.

The second generation draws attention from the treasure ball.

'As I said before, watch out for your allies as well as your enemies. I don't care what you think. I'm not ready to collect. At night, some idiots come out to move. "

When I grabbed the treasure ball, I saw Clara.

"Clara, I'll operate the porter next. You need to rest till then."

But Clara shook her head to the side.

"I was wondering if I should put Aria or Miranda to rest before I take a break from the support"

Serious Clara response, but understandable because I use my skills.

Everyone was worse tired than usual.

(Are unfamiliar environments tough, …)

I'll convince Clara.

"Aria and Miranda need to keep an eye out. Besides, I want you to rest first because I need to watch the night."

Clara looked around.

I have more experience than we do because I have a long adventurer life. But they've never worked like these mercenaries.

I just seem to have looked around and noticed.

"There were no instructions regarding the night watch, but apparently it's your own fault. Okay."

When Clara convinces me, I look around.

Off the street, armed groups were sitting by the street.

When we grab the bread we are more qualitative than what we have prepared. I know it's as good as I can eat, but my surroundings seem dissatisfied.

Says the fifth generation in the treasure ball.

"Lyell, this group is brittle. Knights have some strength, but many others aren't even properly equipped '

What stands out about us being targeted was a story that could be thought of as a percentage.

And what the hell happens if even demons come out...

(Only twice if you're dealing with a trinket. They're all dealt with by the knights, so there's no harm done to us. But you're moving slowly)

There were a number of small groups of demons out there who had not been able to react.

Some people are taking personal part, and I don't know how it works when it comes to fighting.

Resting.

Near me standing and looking around, Clara, unexpectedly, there were two people to escort.

Nowem is also on guard around him, and Aria and Miranda have had a warm drink prepared by Shannon before lying down.

Monica tried to come out, but pushed into the porter.

The third generation proposes.

'It's a hassle to be moving individually. Shall I suggest you put it together? Lyell, will you tell Marcus to report it up there?'

When I hold the treasure ball, I speak to Mr. Marcus.

The march in his gear and both Mr. Marcus and Mr. Bread had a tired look.

"Mr. Marcus, I'd like you to tell the person in charge."

"Huh? What?

Looks like he was bonking.

(No, there are a lot of people, but even if you're too distracted... now is a good time)

Before I pay attention, I look at the group and tell Mr. Marcus.

"A lot of people participate in a group, but there's quite a bit of individual participation. It's easier to get it together if possible, so suggest it to the person in charge."

Then Mr. Marcus puts his head on.

"No, I don't know anyone or anything. Besides, shouldn't Lyell tell you? You must be experienced."

It would be easier if I could say so myself, but the position of an adventurer is troublesome at times like this.

Only Mr. Marcus has hired me to participate.

The fourth generation complains.

'Lyell says it, but he refuses it, so I'm telling you, you're a tall man!... Shit, you won't hear me anyway'

Seems angry.

I soften and convey the views of the fourth generation.

"I can't get your opinion. Mr. Marcus will listen to you."

With that said, I head under the knight, where Mr. Marcus, who stood up reluctantly, is taking a break nearby.

Seeing behind it, Mr. Bread opened his mouth.

"Not at all, something unworthy of identity is in the status of nobility. That's lamentable."

Clara, hearing it, looked sideways as she sat down to hold her knees on the ground.

That's true on the move, but Mr. Bread complains a lot.

It's also against me and Mr. Marcus.

Ever since I found out I was the original trace of the Count's house, I've been taking distance.

Sixth generation says.

'I'm not telling you not to be jealous, but this guy has a lot of stupidity. With this kind of thing, I feel bad during the march.'

The second generation agrees.

'You want a moodmaker presence that brightens you up at times like this. Aria and Miranda are down, and Shannon and Monica are among the porters...... you want me to think about the atmosphere'

When the knight who was taking a break saw this one, he was saying something to Mr. Marcus.

But the third generation gives up because they don't try to move.

'... you can't. This group, it's like unmotivated. Shall I switch policies? Lyell, the next time a demon comes out, you can't do it, so I was wondering if you could defeat the demon to stand out. That's as flashy as you can get. "

It's possible, so I grabbed the treasure ball.

Copy that.

The fifth generation will also advise.

"You can't have Marcus and Bread. I can't afford it. Let everyone observe the surrounding faces. We'll find some helpful people on the move and pull them in. '

When I moved next to Clara, I decided to move as instructed by the fifth generation.

"Clara, do you have a minute?"

"Yes?"

"Can you also observe the area when you travel after your break?"

Clara was nodding.

"Be wary of anyone who might harm us."

"Oh no, there's that too...... I'd like to find someone who could work with this one if I could"

I drop my shoulders and see Mr. Marcus come back and tell Clara as I think of words to encourage him.

"I'd like to increase the number if I could"

That's all I'm saying, Clara seems to have understood, too.

"You were right to load a lot of supplies. If you behave, that's all you can do to increase your allies… I'll tell Nowem and the others."

Clara stood up and headed under Nowem.

And Mr. Marcus walks in on me.

Seeing it, it was obvious that it had failed.

Mr. Bread whispered.

"This is why this man..."

- I want you to tell me not to hear the complaint later.

Mr. Marcus was impatient with regret because he had heard but could not hear the suggestion.

"I'm sorry. Be my guest."

"You're unwilling. Well, it's enough to know that. I'll take care of it here when I have to."

"What the hell. Do you have any idea?"

When Mr. Marcus asks, I say with vigilance around him.

"Well, it's just flashy rambling"

"What's that?

When Marcus was wondering, I was looking for enemies in my skills.

It wasn't until some time after that that that there was a fight.

Did he react to the mass movement or was attacked by goblins on the road through the woods?

A prostitute attacked by a goblin with a weapon was bloody when he rushed.

It wasn't my place, but I look around and shout out.

"Back off! I'll deal with him!

Pull the sabel through your right hand and it spills a small stupidity.

"I wish you could have come out a little more promising."

The number of goblins attacked was five, but the magic is used as it is when the nearby unit is slashed with a servel.

"We're going flashy...... Lightning!

Speed, power of attack.

Thunder attributes were easy to handle and I used them a lot.

It's more flashy than anything else, so it fits the purpose of this one.

The goblins who tried to escape fell to the ground as they burned black and made a noise with Pussy.

A knight on a horse rushes to hear a fierce noise.

Having defeated five goblins, I saw a knight rushing Sabel back into his sheath.

The horse was provided with a crossbow, and a little fat, little knight came to me.

He is a middle-aged man with a skillful horse and a chowbeard as a trademark.

"Where are the enemies! Damage!"

I'll send a glance at Goblin and explain the situation.

"It's all in the five bodies here. I'm done knocking you down. The injured man is one of those attacked, isn't he? There's someone in my crew who can treat me. Shall I take you?"

I hear that, but the knight will thank me as he guards his surroundings.

"Right. Thanks for your help. And you used magic... you're a very good wizard. What's your name? Whoa, I'm [Clark Asher]. I'm a deputy to this expedition."

I'll name Mr. Clark, who named him the female knight's deputy I saw before I left, too.

"It's Lyell. I'm an adventurer hired by Marcus Cunning."

The second generation opens its mouth.

'You sold your name in. If only we had a little more view...... well, do we see the guys who are going through the battle trail'

I'll head under the wounded prostitutes and the people around them.

Mr. Clark called out.

"Hmm. Was that weird group... I'll remember that. If you defeated the demon, the demon stones and materials are yours. If you want to collect it, be careful not to delay. Excuse me for making a report first.

That being said, Mr. Clark, if you give some instructions to a knight who was nearby, he runs the horse.

The knight who was nearby saw it as a poker.

I also had trouble seeing knights around me.

I guess I put it down for group watch, but it wasn't working.

Fourth generation says.

'You're the ones who seem to have a reason to shrink. You should remember to put that deputy down. Why don't we grab a drink at night? "

Seventh generation added.

"Lyell, fate is that knight, but there are other men around. Take a certain amount with you. Let Monica make something. '

The third generation is also added.

'Cause just warm dishes are different. But you have to let Marcus do it. Lyell is the support. "

I thought I could do that, but I decided to admit it.

And speak to the prostitute who was falling.

There was blood everywhere, but there was also consciousness as to whether the wound was not deep.

"Are you all right?

"Does this look okay to you? Damn it! I was able to join you as a prostitute."

I'm gonna regret it. I'm gonna laugh bitterly when I see an injured young man.

An older man nearby asked me for help.

"How dare you help me! I'm sorry. I'm not a bad guy. You said you could treat me earlier, right? If you'll excuse me, will you help me?"

Looking at the gear, the older leader man is equipped with chain mails, but the injured young man and the gear around him fell apart.

"I have company behind me. Shall I carry you there?"

Then one of my people asks.

"Oh, man. Is the demon better? Someone stole it."

I look around.

Confirming with my skills, I discovered some red indications. He wants to see how this one looks.

"... I will collect it even when I go through. I don't mind if I don't. Because the injured are more important now."

With that said, a man of leadership comes to thank me.

"I'm sorry. I'll be sure to thank you."

I took the troika and headed back to Porter.

- Night.

In the tent, Clark kept today's record.

It doesn't belong to the troops, it's a personal record.

"There are fewer breaks, slower moving speeds, and the battle is four degrees smaller. There are two injured..."

Clark is relieved that the shepherd did not leave when he sets a record in the lantern light.

Let the dead out on the first day, because it involves the morale of the troops.

Not to mention if this was about goblin.

They doubt our ability to command.

"Ha, how can you not understand"

Having compiled the records, Clark tries to sleep early for tomorrow when he does the cleanup. But I heard footsteps approaching the tent.

"Deputy, Marcus got a plug from him! He wants to say hello to his deputy."

Hearing that, Clark sees his men in a good mood.

You've guided me, there were two men behind me with luggage.

(... Now, what's the matter)

Clark is not a cleanliness person either. I've been in such a good mood many times, but I have to do something about it.

Rebellion makes enemies.

"Let me through."

When my men lead them to the tent, they go straight back.

With the entrance open, I heard a lot about what was going on out there.

Looks like we're having a drink.

(I'm going to use an unpleasant hand. I didn't bring a lot of booze or anything this time)

It was judged unnecessary and sharpened by Norma.

I am still young and have little experience in these fields and I have some cleanliness. Rather than, when you judge it to be your own downside, you don't thoroughly admit it.

She said she was drunk and delayed judgment, and she was restricting the bringing of alcohol.

"Hi. My name is Marcus Canning. This time it's a sign of your proximity."

When Clark prepared the crate, he sat them both down.

The young man with orange hair is restless somewhere.

But the boy with blue hair was the boy we met on the move.

"... Marcus, it was you and Lyell. So, what do you want from me? Shouldn't we take it to the captain rather than go say hello to a less authoritative vice president?

Norma hates these guys.

To be precise, I believe that the more unusable handkerchiefs are in these behaviors.

Marcus sent Lyell his gaze.

And when Lyell nods, Marcus opens his mouth.

"... we want to survive and get a handle on it. It's just suspicious if we can survive this. I wanted you to move a few things for that."

"Hmm. Some of that, what?

I saw the liquor and the food Clark put on the crate.

They say it's a camp, but there's hot air.

Sounds like a little bit of booze, too.

"Ahhh..."

Marcus sees Lyell, so says Clark.

"Lyell, I guess it's your suggestion. Okay, let's hear your opinion."

Around standing Marcus, you know how adventurers are seen by knights.

Clark put his hand on his chin when he heard Lyell's suggestion.

"This suggestion is the formation of a prostitute. Could you put together an individualized prostitute? At the same time, I'd like to have a bunch of prostitutes working in groups put together. The suggestion is that you should put the person in charge and also decide on your role during the march. And..."

"And?"

"I'd like to ask you to lead Mr. Marcus here and lead the prostitutes."

Clark wanted to agree with Lyell that he wanted the prostitutes Norma was looking at lightly to be well organized.

But it's not even Clark who hasn't thought about it.

"... I don't have time to be coaching. The captain gave priority to mobility. Individually participating prostitutes can be put together. If you're organized, you'll have time unless you get to the village."

When I looked at Lyell, he was holding the blue jewel on his chest after a little time was free.

(Am I balls? You hired amazing men for an expedition like this? Doesn't even look like I can give that much money...... can it help now)

Seeing Marcus, it was Clark who couldn't understand why Lyell was hired.

Lyell says.

"Then you can just put the group together in a few and decide who's responsible"

"... ok. So let's go. But I don't think it's going to work. There are many things you can do depending on who will be in charge. Then, if the other party agrees, I don't mind you pulling through the prostitutes. This one doesn't really care about prostitutes. I don't think this is a good idea."

Seeing Clark with a troubled face, Lyell was thinking a little.

Marcus doesn't know what to do.

(Actually, this kid is the leader. to see the magic arm, you can rely on it more than your men)

"... the food cools. My cook has good skills, so I guarantee the flavor."

says Clark.

"Right. Then I'll take it."

Reaching for the dish, Clark, who drinks, smiles.

"It does taste good. It feels extra delicious when it's cold."

Inside.

(Well, I have to work for what I get, but how did I organize it)

Even if we choose high-ranking knights from the list, there are many side-by-side end knights.

There were also second and third sons who were not knights, hungry for handwriting.

It's hard to just decide on a leader, and if you do poorly, you can rub it.

I just didn't have the option of not moving to get credit from the Lyells.

(Ha, how can you push all these troublesome assignments)

I can't really enjoy good food and booze.

Clark wanted to sigh at his lack of luck...