Sevens

I was licking it.

I didn't think it was so bad so far.

I had that feeling when I saw a bunch of people arguing.

Morning...

Mr. Clark accepted my suggestion and put the prostitutes together in a number of groups.

That's good to know.

But the problem is that population.

It would have been nice if the knights had put in a group of about ten.

However, it was stopped in the words of the captain that the knights to be watched did not have to be placed in a group if they were to be put together in a number of groups.

Behind the moving group, in the middle, you just have to have a watchman knight riding a horse and taking soldiers -.

Surely if it's just about moving, it will be.

But when I said I was going to decide who was responsible, I rubbed it.

Even the person in charge has been entrusted with the exchange of numbers, reports, etc.

They are depriving each other of such a job.

"Though I would be in a higher position!

"Don't slap a big mouth, you bastard who can't even get a lot of gear!

"Don't you miss your chance!

Among them in contention, they rubbed a lot in anticipation that they would decide to captain the platoon.

From the outset, where we participate in a group, we let the number say something and decide who is responsible.

When I saw how it was, I was just stunned.

"... why, to this extent"

When you say that, Mr. Marcus tells me.

"You know how it feels. If you're in a position to lead the numbers here, you'll have a better chance of getting a handle on it. It's not weird to think that."

I thought it was an easy request.

Sure, hippoglyphs can be dangerous.

But not enough enemies to defeat.

That's what I thought, but I never thought my allies were terrible so far.

I thought it was a bad move on the first day, but now I'm wondering if I can fight in such a group.

Out of the treasure balls, the third generation laughs.

"What is this, horrible"

The second generation was the same. But it looks like we can afford it.

'You can rub it. And I think it's taking my life or something, so I can rub it extra. If you look at the guy who leads the troops, you'll know we don't think anything of it.'

Fifth generation says.

"I'd be sorry to lead a group like this."

The sixth generation.

"In three months, I can't even use less than half of it to a certain extent."

Miranda says to me, with a drawn look on her face.

"Look, let's just finish our meals and get ready to leave. Because Monica's ready to eat."

Looking at the disputing group, I headed under a fellow diner near Porter.

While I'm on the move, I'll take a break and ride the carrier part of the porter.

The carrier was loaded with luggage, but Monica and Shannon were on board so people could get in.

The blanket is placed and the environment is comfortable for the price.

"You, what are you doing?

When I saw Shannon, he was alternating with Monica with the one with the yarn tied to his hand.

It passes between my fingers every time the yarn is given to me, so the shape changes.

Others were wrapped in a jarring cloth or toys spread across the carrier.

"I'm free! I'm basically just sitting there, just moving around. If you go outside and walk, it's cold, and your gaze is so tight, you don't like it!

Angry Shannon failed or shaped when he received the yarn from Monica.

"Ahhhh!! What are you going to do! How many times do you think we lost in a row?

To Shannon, who seemed to regret it, Monica laughed and showed her niggardly.

"It's sweet, little girl. We are also familiar with this Monica in a wide variety of ways. This is hilarious, such as winning a special flight with a play. Oh, the chicken guy will let you win in moderation. Otherwise, it'll be boring."

I wouldn't even want to do it if I knew, such as playing with entertainment.

"Eh, if you can't win, that's good enough. I'll even make knitting."

A blind Shannon starts knitting with Chimatima when he takes out the knitting he's about to make.

Seeing that, Monica started cleaning up.

"Don't knit well even though you can't see it"

When impressed, Shannon turns his back on his pride and takes a trick like he's showing off his breasts that aren't.

"It just doesn't look normal, and I recognize it as information properly. I'm not like you."

Grab Shannon's hoppeta laughing with his nose and pull it to the side.

"You're soft."

"Ouch! Say it hurts! You're breaking up! Stop it! That hurts!

Listen to that, Monica starts to soften. Look at the door in the rear of the porter. It looks like he's waiting for something.

"What are you doing?

When I hear that, I want to be tongue-in-cheek because I got my hands off Shannon's hoppeta.

"Shit! I thought the people who made mistakes on this occasion were coming in! I thought so! Why don't you keep your promise? … read the air."

Leaving aside the mistake, isn't it Monica who hasn't been able to read the air? If you think so, Porter stops.

It's early for a break, so I jumped out as soon as I got up.

When you get off the porter, close the door and check the perimeter.

"What happened?"

Aria, who was walking behind me, explains to me.

"A demon. A knight is dealing with you. Still, I don't know if you're going to turn it around."

Looking ahead of Aria's gaze, there a knight was surrounding the oak to deal with her.

I have all the weapons, but I don't have a decision to make just because I'm surrounded.

It was Mr. Clark who ran there.

Releasing the crossbow while riding, an arrow was piercing the head of the oak.

I hear voices from treasure balls.

"Heh, you're a good man."

It was the second generation of voices.

But when an oak kneels at an arrow pierced in the head, one female knight runs the horse and jumps straight up.

He waved his sword as he fell to the oak, slashing the oak and laying low wondering if the magic resided in the sword as it was.

It must be flashy and user-friendly magic.

But my thoughts are different.

Aria whistled.

"That's amazing. It's burning."

The oak was burning up in front of her, and the female knight had her sword sheathed.

I just don't praise Aria either.

"Just go that far at the end? It's like it was over."

An arrow stabbed him in the head.

After that, I could just be surrounded. Even if I needed to stab a stop, I don't need to bother getting there.

(To stand out at the end, did you stab a stop?

If you think so, the young man Nowem treated speaks up.

I negotiated for you to follow these instructions after I helped you, and now I have you under Mr. Marcus.

"Not a real knight on a boulder, huh? Ten horsemen."

A young man, equally devoid of all kinds of gear, also had his long-awaited gaze pointed.

"I wonder if I could be like that too."

The older young man, who had those two with him, tells me as if he was a little frightened.

"You guys are not serious from time to time, but only when..."

You don't seem to notice.

Aria saw that, too, and watched the threesome with a slight disappointment.

(If you're not dealing with demons outside, is this what it is?)

Seeing the strength of the knights, it was understandable that a female knight who was indeed a ten horseman had some arm.

But it was Mr. Clark who made the best move.

I don't think I want to fight with a female knight named Norma who's forced to come stabbing a stop.

From the orc where the fire was extinguished, the soldiers the knights had taken were ripping off materials and demonic stones.

In the meantime, Mr. Clark is giving instructions on perimeter alert and so forth.

Someone who works a lot.

Yet Mr. Norma rode back to the beginning on his horse.

Says the seventh generation as if it had been frightened.

"Why don't you let your men do their job? That would be the one who commands the troops."

The third generation was laughing.

'You're excellent as a single knight, but you're a bad person if you put people in a position to use them. Ma, I know you want a handle because you're young. Was there a' kill score 'or something when you defeated the demon?

For the knights of the royal palace, the number of demons defeated is important as having served as knights.

Because it is also proof of strength.

Not as many trinkets as goblins, but an oak or an org would be enough achievement.

Especially since it seems the number you defeated on a one-on-one basis is important.

Aria sees a group of people still recovering demonic stones and such from demons because they saw Norma return and the group walked out.

"Moving already? I could wait for you."

I tell Aria.

"You're in a hurry. Because you encounter demons so many times, each time you stop moving. Maybe we're behind schedule."

Aria was looking dissatisfied.

"Lyell... why did you take such a request? You're the leader, and I don't want to talk about judgment around here, but you're Miranda's father, so you could have said no."

As I walked out, I looked up into the sky.

And whine about the reason I got it.

"... I think I was thinking a little sweet"

When I say that, Aria looks at me with a zit eye.

"You, why are you so relaxed sometimes? Our lives are at stake, huh?

That's what they told me. I was gonna put my head on it.

I worried if I should tell you the real reason, but it must be a sweet idea, so I decided to keep it quiet.

(Because your ancestors didn't like to sacrifice the village, it won't tell them.)

Especially the second generation was quite angry when they heard this request.

It is true that I felt that if I could think sweetly and save myself,

As a result, it is a terrible situation now.

(Yeah, I should have looked into it thoroughly before I took it on. That's really sweet, I am)

Cloudy skies with whitening breath throwing up from my mouth.

It was on the fifth day that we arrived in the village of Zioni.

Going that far, it had the effect of eventually grouping.

They were able to prepare and watch the camp and act as a group.

Still, the ancestors say no.

When the troops arrived, they were greeted by a man with long gray-haired hair in his bosom.

The man, who is the village chief, looks older than his age because of his tired look.

Some houses were destroyed, while others had fallen the whole wall to protect the village.

The villagers also have a tired look at how many times they have been raided.

And he watched us scared.

I get a gaze as if even my enemies are watching, says Nowem, who was near me.

"... you're scared"

"I was going to come and rescue you."

With that said, Nowem taught me.

"It's like a small village, so it's just a fear that more than a hundred armed groups will come. And you must have been raided many times."

A demon had arrived nearby and seemed to have repeatedly raided the village like a feeding ground.

Scared villagers were looking at me through the window of my house.

Turning his gaze, he closes the window strongly.

Mr Marcus sees it and says:

"That doesn't feel right. I came here because of you."

Mr. Bread said he hated it, while agreeing.

"Isn't it because there was a knight with a bad pattern? Anyway, you don't feel good about it as far as I'm concerned. I don't want you to behave like this."

From our point of view, it certainly would be.

But Nowem says to those two.

"... don't say what you're saying to the villagers, even if they think so."

The two of them were wondering.

I was the same, but in my case, the second generation tells me.

"Did you come to help me? I don't know if I can because I feel that way! This is royal jurisdiction! You court knights have a duty to protect you! Thanks to whom do you think you can eat! Someone who doesn't know that came and did it great... '

In the second generation complaining, the seventh generation speaks.

'Cause it's getting too big and we're subdividing the roles. I guess you don't feel responsible for that area. The same goes for the Royal Palace. Whether a small village crumbles or helps, it's a small event.'

It's not my fault.

Certainly not that I have been given a position, not that of Mr. Marcus. When they asked me if I was responsible, I wondered.

Mr. Marcus is a knight who didn't even want a job.

But being a knight would mean you have a duty to protect it.

(That's tough, court knights and nobles too)

Nowem sees a threesome acting together.

"You too."

Then the man with a bad mouth was either helped or nodded at Nowem.

"No, I obey you because the boulders helped me. Aren't these people in this village having a bad attitude?

The same was true of my buddy, the charming man.

"Right. Running from Central."

Young men like the two responsible exhale.

"After you've been treated, will you share your meal and answer me? Sorry, I'll keep an eye out for you."

Young people are solid for what they are.

I saw the village chief interacting with Mr. Norma.

He has a blue look and is desperately complaining.

"Was it this morning that we were raided? Then you'll be safe for a while."

"No! Please defeat me immediately. Some villagers are too scared to sleep at night. They also took goblins from around here, took villagers... and damaged more than forty people already!

"We just arrived. Rest the soldiers. Get your meals ready."

"Oh, no..."

"We'll deal with it even if it strikes again! You do as you're told!

When I saw Norma's attitude, I understood that it was not good for boulders.

You'll also need a tough attitude to move people around, but isn't there a better way to put it?

I saw the village.

I do feel the number of villagers is low.

Using skills, there were also several houses where no one lived.

And -.

"... not good. Nowem, gather them all. I'll tell Mr. Clark."

"What is it, Master Lyell?"

Nowem looks at me and puts his neck around me.

The ancestors in the treasure ball are also getting information through me.

Second generation says.

'What's a hippogriff? Big guy's hiding. "

I also agree with the third generation.

'If I do have a hippogriff, I don't feel that way somehow...'

Fourth generation says.

'It sells high, doesn't it? But if it stays like this, I'll kill you. "

The fifth generation.

"Sure, that's Hippogriff's affinity standing."

The sixth generation.

"Daimyo, I guess Hippogriff was in charge of the molecular role"

The seventh generation says the demon's name.

'I was anxious to see if I could take him down, but now I'm sure. If you stay like this, you lose. I didn't know you had a Griffon.

Lion's body on eagle's head and wings.

It is a giant, fiercer demon than a hippogriff.

It is a demon that is considered a threat to the sky and that will cause many villages to disappear if you take Hippogriff and raid villages and such.

I tell Nowem not to stir up fear.

"I'll go to the news first. Keep them all together. If we're going to go on a break like this, we need to stop the porter in the right place... we need to talk to some private house. I'll take care of the negotiations around there."

Nowem smiles when he thinks I'm in charge.

"Yes. Then you will negotiate with me and Mr. Miranda first. 'Cause if we go in large numbers, we're gonna look like we threatened you."

(Right. Even if there are a lot of women, it sounds like they're threatening you if there's a number of them)

"Bad. I'll take care of it"

I left the place on early foot to find Mr. Clark.

I found Mr. Clark giving instructions to his men, and I decided to tell them the facts.

I didn't know Mr. Norma on the boulder, and only Mr. Clark was likely to rely on him.

And he listens to my information and opens his eyes.

We talked behind a small private house.

That I have skills.

And that I discovered Griffon with that skill.

"Griffon, that's... that's who you hit the elite with. Not very much, but not us."

Mr. Clark, with a painful look on his face, was turning blue.

I'm rude, but I decided to ask.

"The arms of the captains and knights, their..."

Mr. Clark shakes his head to the side.

"I do belong to the Knights, so I also train. But, except for Captain Norma, as a knight, so am I. Powerfully, it's downstairs. If you doubt how this could be an organization, that's no way to go so far... I know this is rude, but do your skills ever come off?

Mr. Clark's gaze looked at my blue treasure ball.

"... you won't come off. There's a Griffon for sure."

"Right. I did think I could calm down and count on you for a long time in this group... but I don't think you could be lying, but it's very atmospheric. Besides, there are some verses that come to mind."

Mr. Clark thought it was suspicious that he was on an expedition.

Mr. Norma was elected captain, and he always seemed to have the impression that the people in question had been gathered.

And -.

"There were rumors, weren't there? I wonder if Central will reduce the number of aristocrats who have increased too much because of financial difficulties. Well... recently, I heard that the second son and third son will have a home, but that's hard to do..."

I supported Mr. Clark, who was depressed and about to fall.

I wasn't familiar with the Royal Palace or Central, but it seemed like there was a back.

The fifth generation says in a low voice.

"That bastard...... maybe you knew"

That bastard must mean Mr. Ralph.

Seventh generation says.

"You deliberately told me about the expedition so my daughters could know, and guide me? Well, that's what court rats are good at. You were going to get rid of Lyell and Marcus and send Miranda back to her parents' house where she could be educated to take her son-in-law... well, there's no harm in either. If Lyell hadn't taken it, they'd both be dead. If Lyell takes it and Miranda stays on hand, Lyell dies and his daughter comes back on hand. It's like being rolled over your palm. '

The sixth generation is frightening.

"But it was Lyell who took the request... just"

The sixth generation in the treasure ball felt like a nigga laughed.

The third generation is laughing too.

'You're licking, aren't you? If you thought you could kill me to this extent, it would be sweet.'

The fourth generation was the same.

'I guess we should go back to Central with a big handle here. I'm sure the people at the Royal Palace will be thrilled! Whatever. The group that defeated Griffon! Maybe a title holder will be born! I wonder how many will be promoted? I'm sure your finances will be even more oppressive!

The second generation was in agreement.

'With one village and all these people gone, I guess we'll have people to rejoice in... but, you know, it's fun to see the disgusting faces of those people!

I wonder why.

Your ancestors are delighted.

You must have seen me with Mr. Clark's subtle expression and thought he was blaming me for his impudence.

I'm going to make an apology.

"I'm sorry. I'm a 10,000-year-old knight, but I'm embarrassed to be a knight, such as giving up here. Mr. Lyell, I won't force you. But if you can get away with it, you can have girls and kids with you."

I smile.

And say it.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Clark? This is your chance."

"... Opportunity? No, Mr. Lyell, I'm sorry to say this, but Griffon is a demon that the knights, who also have the upper hand in the Knights, deal with. Even Captain Norma can reach the middle or not. I'll buy you some time here, you young people."

Mr. Clark tells me to run away, but I was in May because I could hear the noisy ancestors.

In order from the second generation.

'Well, shall we get the help of the villagers first? I thought it was Lyle's social studies, but this is interesting.'

'It's easy when you can master the troops... if you don't obey, you can call it demon bait. Half the time, I'll ask the villagers to help me do something about it. "

"Lyell, let me teach you the magic of gold. Good social studies. '

'I don't know... here's how exciting you get. Grasp the terrain, maneuver... intercept or attack'

'You're a big man. When we were kids, we competed over who would take over. In one vote to attack.'

"Would you like to peel off the head? If it goes well, you can also get a full body peel. I'm afraid there's no place to decorate it. '

(Oh, that... nobody has a sense of sadness. Griffon is a formidable enemy, isn't he? Or stronger than the boss of the labyrinth, right?

Only the seventh generation is depressed that there is no place to decorate it even if it is stripped.

In the first place, the point of depression is uneven.

"It's okay, Mr. Clark..."

"'' It's been fun!! '"

Maybe I had a complicated look on my face.

Mr. Clark looked at me with a blue look in a different way.

Your ancestors made a scene, and the words you uttered to reassure Mr. Clark...

"Let's have fun"

Mr. Clark snorted up and down quickly.