Sevens

The next day we had a meeting with the adventurers who entered the area first.

A pair of adventurers dressed as irrelevant were staying as watchmen in the adjacent room they were using.

I was stunned by the severity of the surveillance system.

"Do you want to get this far?

Mr. Maxim put his hand on his chin as he looked at me.

"That's all they appreciate. I hear it's a first-rate adventurer's party that breaks through sixty levels underground, so I'm sure you won't fail to get ready."

I haven't heard a voice in the room.

I didn't intend to use that room, and the adventurers didn't seem ready to get in after we walked into the inn.

Sweet to say, sweet, but I kept my eyes open.

Damien sat in a chair, holding a cane and sitting with a frontal bend. Are you sleepy, or are you absent?

"But you could often say that the queen is imprisoned in a cave a little further from the city, not in the basement of the castle. Worst case scenario, they're gonna bury me alive."

There was a forest with caves, and it seemed like they were trying to lure us in there. The adventurers who entered the site earlier said they had taken the trouble to find it and decided to rest for a while before trying to move, they were showing us.

Again, it's a different field, the ones who can't eat because they surrounded us and cheerfully started the banquet by saying they expect from the East Branch adventurers.

I'll take the note.

"According to information from Mr. Launo, the queen is a dungeon in the castle. I'm pretty sure they're imprisoned there, but it looks like all the women in the guild and castle are under Lark's skill. I thought they were watching the whole city, but I guess they're watching the rest of us."

With that said, Mr. Maxim laughed.

"You want to rescue the queen and run away if you achieve your original purpose as it were. Nearly a hundred people if you look at just a few. Major members and their refraining abilities are considerable."

That strength I worked out in the labyrinth. And the adventurer party that keeps fighting and growing and is planning to raid us is troublesome.

Then the fifth generation gave me advice.

'... Lyell, it's certainly troublesome, but he's a professional demon opponent specializing in the labyrinth. I'm not a pro.'

When I heard that, I rolled the treasure ball at my fingertips to show denial.

Within the labyrinth, there are also many disputes between adventurers. I didn't think the people who went through those places would be insulted.

However, the third generation also agreed with the fifth generation.

'To put it to the extreme, experience is biased. You've seen Marianne's dossier, haven't you? He became first class a few years ago specializing in the labyrinth, but has gained experience with the labyrinth alone in the extreme. Sure, but it still makes me stronger.'

Seventh generation has also advised me.

'Think about it, Lyell. It is certainly important to take down demons and gain experience. But consider the current situation, where the continent is not dominated by adventurers. It doesn't make sense just to have a small group strong. There are as many ways to do it'

I retrieved Mr. Marianne's materials and looked through them again. This is going to be the trump card, and I'm going to need it. As information, not only.

This is the material of the Adventurers managed by the Alliance. Don't go wrong with what you use.

"To me and Damien, Mr. Maxim. Plus, three automatons and four Damian golems. There are five Airhardts to be escorted. It's tough for you to fight."

I've decided that if we look only at our own power, we're clearly inferior. Fight from the front and you're sure to lose.

I said I'd take care of the material.

"Shall I count on Mr. Launo? Either way, I can't help it now."

Mr. Maxim is dropping his shoulder.

"Ha, when the hell will I be able to reunite with my lady"

That's what I was depressed about.

- A base prepared for a labyrinth crusade.

On base, Nowem and the others were ready. He created walls like a simple fortress, and trapped them in the woods.

Nowem compares materials obtained by Lyell to those collected by Rauno. Nearby, Innis, Rauno's cohabitant, and Clara were lighting the cane.

Turning the dossier, Nowem discovered several differences.

Around the perimeter, the Valkyries enter the lookout, turning on the lights and guarding bases like those in the woods.

It's a vid vibe, but Innis isn't moving.

"... you see some differences about your skills. Maybe it's not the same as looking from the outside or from the inside. Or was a false report purposeful?

Innis is about it.

"There is no mistake in the information Mr. Launo has examined. Besides, the skill results are the same."

Nowem denied Innis' idea.

"That's not true. Little mistakes can kill you. However, you still have a lot of skill holders. Adventurers specializing in labyrinths can be dangerous. Now..."

Innis opened his mouth before Nowem continued.

"... can I just ask you one thing?

Nowem replied while reviewing the material. I have checked the materials several times before, but I have checked them because they were hand-held. The material was in Nowem's possession and was easy to check because it was on hand.

"Go ahead."

"Aren't you terrified of your guild? In Baym, the Alliance is a huge consolidation of power for adventurers. I usually provide friendly support, but I hear that if you hostile, you will crush any means you use. In fact, the famous adventurers do not defy the Alliance either. I hear you have a different relationship between adventurers and guilds in the margins, haven't you insulted Baym?

The one who answered Innis's question was Clara, who was reading a book under the lights. Did you finish reading, or when I closed the book, I put it on the crate I was sitting on.

"Surely there are differences in relationships in other cities and cities. Because where I was was was a cold guild to adventurers. It was a school-centric city."

Hearing that, Innis referred to Clara's hometown.

"Aramsarth, isn't it? I hear the library is famous. Sure, Aramsarth is a big city too, but Baym is more than that. No, it's a different digit. I've been wondering, aren't the Lyells afraid of the guild?

Nowem put the material together beautifully and turned her body to Innis when she put it in her bag with care. However, the expression felt colder than usual.

"I know the guild is consorting with the merchants, and I know the merchants are horrible. I guess there are sweepers here because the guild has money and plenty of support. But..."

"But?"

Innis looked at Nowem and tilted his neck.

"- We're not going to beat Baym anything. You can't win. I also understand that, Master Lyell. It's important afterwards."

Clara was reaching for the next book, and Nowem seemed calm, saying she couldn't win -.

- Carthaphs.

Inside Dingo's house, Launo was remembering Innis' predictions.

Skills - Information - are skills that anticipate the future from the information gathered. Even if this is used for gambling, it doesn't work well for me.

It only taught me the result that Rauno had no dream of being sure that he would lose.

However, the more accurate the information gathered, the more accurately the skills anticipated the future.

With his chin on the back of his chair and sitting upside down, Rauno remembers Innis' words.

'... this time, the Alliance will crush Mr. Ryer and his men by any means. Even if the raid fails, we will use the damage caused to hunt down Mr. Ryer and the others. Mr. Lyell and his men are subject to expulsion from Baym. For Baim, to attract the interest of his future counterpart, Celes of Bansaim. - But.'

With Lyell and Ceres on the balance, it was natural to choose Ceres that would taste good for Baim no matter how many heroes.

In addition, Lyell is the man behind the formation of the coalition of four nations. Without you, that plan is likely to collapse.

It wasn't long before the discussion started, and it wasn't all profitable. Naturally, if there were any advantages, the disadvantages also existed.

Because in those relations, for better or worse, by one man named Lyell, the Union of Four Nations was trying to make it happen.

That way, there will be more mercenary corps work in skirmishes, as before. It was important for Baym to have a war in the near field. distance not to be involved in moderation, although the assumption is made that

(It's Innis' prediction. Wouldn't go off a lot...... but still, how can the expectations of the Lyells be an ambiguous expression?

There's some decisive information on it. That's what Rauno felt.

Even Innis' skills had difficulty judging.

'- But Mr. Lyell is causing this for one thing. We are anticipating the possibility of Banseim committing an invasion against Baim, and as a result we may even think that Baim has no problem working with Banseim. However, the last thing to win is definitely in Baym'

Even though he was young, to Lyell, who used nasty means everywhere, Rauno overlaid him as if he were a cunning old man.

(It's not possible to have memories of a previous life...)

As I grinned bitterly at my stupid thoughts, Dingo visited under Launo.

"Hey, did you hear that? A bunch of bitter things to do in the harbor...... Launo, are you laughing?

When Dingo saw him laughing, Launo decided to listen to him earlier when he coughed.

"No, it's nothing. More than that, what happened in the harbor?

"That's how the big merchant ship came back in a short period of time. Then the successful men came down with their weapons, he said. Even if the soldier checked, he insisted that they were merchandise and even prepared papers to allow them. You're stubborn everywhere."

Rauno knew the circumstances, and it was Rauno himself who bribed the person responsible to put them down, so he just nodded.

"It's been an inconvenient country for a long time. Weird things stay the same."

Dingo looks lonely watching Rauno.

"Rauno is also an unworthy skill for a knight, so he's been pushed to do his dirty work. Even though it was a useful skill for reconnaissance and intelligence. So, they kicked me out... you could have protested more."

"It was a long time ago. Besides, I'm not going back to being a knight. You don't have to do dirty work, and finding people's weaknesses and earning chipmunks is sexually appropriate."

Rauno was once a knight of Carthaphs. When I was younger, I had passion, but the skills I expressed were judged unnecessary as knights, and I've been pushed to do dirty work.

Dingo sighed.

"If Rauno is okay with that, it's okay. Still, it's been a lot of noise lately. Is it because the queen spreads rumors that she will son-in-law whoever helped her? I don't know how that rumor got around."

Launo was desperate to see a dingo that was cunning and laugh just knowing the back of things -.

A few nights later.

I was in front of the arriving Gallerian soldiers.

"Did the sailing trip satisfy you? Nevertheless, Mr. Leold is very generous. The Gallerians are the ones who sent me."

Soldiers in the royal arms of Lord Galleria.

A total of 500 people were transported to us by the Vera Trace.

Mr. Maxim had a subtle look at that number.

"Are you okay with inviting all these soldiers from other countries to your own country? I would definitely stop it. I mean, how could I have missed the end of the line?"

Mr. Maxim, who had heard of the reputation of Carthaphs being disciplined when it came to decisions, was pulling his cheeks.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, you were letting the sailors get you mixed up. In fact, it feels like about twenty young people who want to make a name for themselves have entered the country."

Damien was in charge of the wand, looking at a castle that he could see nearby.

"But I don't think it's possible to drop this robust castle for five hundred? You don't have a secret weapon in place, do you?

I snort at Damian's words, but it's not like I don't have the means.

"Well, if you don't get rid of this one first, you won't be in a hurry over there. I mean, you don't challenge more than twice as many enemies as you can wait in a few. I'd like to see your face if anyone does it."

Mr. Maxim was staring at me.

"Lord Lyell, the situation is worse now than challenging an adventurer party. Challenging a castle for just five hundred people or something is jumping in difficulty. Shall I get you a mirror?

Mr. Maxim and I have been cracking things up a lot.

But it's not like the castle is always ready for war. Besides, it was a robust castle, so there was something called a means to get through.

"There are a lot of ways around it. And Mr. Launo has prepared a map of the castle, so it's okay. It's a straight line to the dungeon."

Then the airhardts, who knocked him up where he was sleeping, looked around and were puzzled.

"... hey"

"Well, I'll leave 300 with Mr. Maxim, so..."

"Hey!"

"No, the question is when I'm explaining... well, okay. Yes, Mr. Airhardt."

When nominated, with Airhardt pointing at the perimeter.

"What the hell, this situation! Or what happened to the Queen's rescue! Why are we talking about attacking the castle!

I shook my head to the side.

"No, because the queen is in the dungeon of the castle. What is it? Besides, Airhardt... numbers matter in battle."

Airhardt, with her hair messed up with both hands.

"Are you convinced! I guess it's hard to get that number ready!

The fifth generation came from the treasure ball to the boss.

'Well, you prepare the numbers because we lords are better at it than adventurers. I just borrowed it this time. "

The seventh generation was ravenous when they were convinced to lead five hundred men, knights, soldiers, and their elite gathering.

"Huhuhuhu, I remember the night I took back Fanbaille's dropped fort and did it. Even that day, it was such a quiet night. I snuck into the robust fort of the noisy, tired guys, and I messed it up. I have dropped quite a few forts and castles!

The seventh generation was strong in siege warfare, as the fifth generation was strong in defense warfare.

Mireia says.

"Broad, you're good at it, so there's no fuss. Well, if we go as far as the dungeon, we'll be fine later. Still, if I found out I rescued the queen, how would those adventurers move? I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure by now, the watchmen will be rushing to escape the ropes. '

Still has a bad personality. The two adventurers on the lookout were raided and tied with rope. I had stunned him, but maybe even reported him to the leader by now.

Well, it'll be over when you get here. It's hard to get ready when there's a lot of them. Besides, since I am quite a prudent person, it was also conceived that I would move to gather information and not move.

With the third generation laughing.

'You don't go out of your way to places where traps are ready, do you? I mean, I want you to show me more guts than you can run back at Lyell. I'm really excited!

While the fifth generation was frightened, he spoke for my feelings.

"... you guys have a really good personality"

With Mr. Mireia laughing.

"Don't praise me, Father."

The third generation also understands the dislike of the fifth generation.

I still think of myself as a serious and honest person!

I thought in my heart. "It's not" all the time.