Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

"Boss, boss, it's tough!

"Am I? It's noisy. Don't make a scene."

"Shh, excuse me. The blast guy's poison has healed..."

"Ha, that can't be happening. The bandit said it couldn't be cured if it was the finest antidote or panacea. It's impossible to get it from a blasted bastard."

Now Blast is desperate to find an antidote, but it's best to get an intermediate degree. Blast will soon die. You can attack him now and crush him, but he only has hope. If I attack now, I could resist in a madness to death by saying I would protect my parents or something.

Blast bastards are dead and crushing the ones they've lost will save you a lot of trouble. It cost a lot of money, but you were right to hire that adventurer collapse. Now the slam is mine.

"That's something, an awesome cleric appeared, and the majority of blasted inhabitants said they were treated for injuries and illnesses. I have a report that the blast is getting better and cooking is going on..."

"... oh, what's that silly story? That can't be happening. I'm not being danced to by stupid rumors."

The kind of rotten people who monopolize healing magic and pull even us off, treating slum dwellers with good intentions? It's too unlikely to be a kid's picture book right now.

"That's what I heard from the guy who made me dive into Blast, and he's really healed. Now that he's just healed, he needs some peace of mind, but he's got his complexion back and he's eating dinner."

"I'm not kidding. Are you serious?

"I've seen it easier myself, but it was true that I was doing a massive cookout. Also, I couldn't confirm the appearance of the blast, but both my men were sinking, and I stopped cheerfully."

"Um, call the adventurers."

What? Is that a trap? Blast's dead, and how are you doing to hide it? But the family of the man who let him dive in is being held hostage. You can't betray me and turn against me.

"What do you want to do, Nello's husband? I was drinking in a good mood, but I can't believe I was forced to call it in. We're hired for money, but we're not gonna listen to anything you say."

Tallis, a former adventurer's shield and leader, complains dissatisfied.

"Sure, you're not my men, but you're paying a lot of money. I'll get the job done straight.... so they cured Blast's poison with an awesome cleric. What's this all about? Can a cleric cure you?

"Fuhicha, do you think my poison can be cured by a cleric? Well, maybe we can fix it, you know, if it's great for the high priest class. Did those guys use healing magic for the slum dwellers? Come on, if there's such a miracle, I'm going to be a devout believer in God now! You're a bad joke, Nello's husband."

Stupid laughing bandit. Are you kidding me? I guess I can do it with a bad joke even if I hear it.

"It's a call from a guy who's letting him dive into Blast's place. They're at rest now, but they even ate dinner. Is your poison weak enough to eat? By the way, the guy's family that's letting him dive in is being held hostage. There's no chance of betrayal."

"... and that poison isn't impossible to treat. But even if we could treat it, it wouldn't be the sweetest poison we could eat right away."

"So, what's this all about? So you're saying he wasn't poisoned?

"No, the poison arrows I prepared were definitely punched into the blast by Yarno. Eat the poison. Hey, there's no reason. In fact, they were looking around for the antidote, weren't they?

"Oh, they kept calling from hand to hand to store where there was no handover."

I'm pretty sure Blast's bastard was poisoned.

"... that's sappy. A cleric who can use healing magic that I can't imagine, has treated her perfectly. Doesn't that blast mean he's a bummer? I don't want that sneaky bastard fooled."

Shit, you can't deny that bastard is a bummer. I don't know what that means. It's rational. I don't know what that means. How many times have I missed killing because of that......

"Hey, get in touch with the guy who's letting him dive in again. Make sure you find the blast situation. You got it."

"Yes."

"Depending on the matter, I'll have one more of you work for me. Get ready."

"Come on, we're not Nello's husband's men. No sardines to be commanded."

"The contract is to hold Blast's breath. If what we're talking about is true, your work isn't done yet, is it? I poisoned him, but he didn't die, so he's done his job?

"... chip. Okay. I'll be ready."

"Seriously. I'm really alive. Besides, he's a pimp. Shit!"

"Hey, what are you going to do about keeping up with that and letting him get away with it? I wish I'd just stabbed a stop."

Nello's bastard summons a gagger.

"Ugh! Though I would have seen our Danone get busted at the end. I don't know if I'm gonna be worn out, but I'm not the one who can get my hands on the detour to the end. More than that, I'm guessing there was a gap because your men ran into a surprise attack from behind."

Um, a bastard named Blast, are you really human? How can you swing such a big golden stick when you get cut and stabbed and bleed all over it? I don't know what that means.

"Chip, okay, I chopped that up as much as I wanted. I guess we can move for a while. We're taking a break, too. Fine, Nello's husband."

"... okay. But when you get some rest, you'll have to fight again. Now you're gonna kill Blast for sure."

You said you liked not to fight yourself. Well, if you stab the stop carefully, the job is done. Get some rest first. Uh.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Nello's husband. We weren't asked to get rid of the bucket, were we? Or the twins... no, the triplets if you think about poison? Misleading the numbers is a breach of contract."

"I don't know, I've never heard Blast talk about triplets. There must be only one of them."

"Why is that blasted bastard you just chopped up coming out with a pimp and a golden stick swinging around?"

"Know what? I don't care. Now it's time to stop him from breathing. You got it!

Shit, easy for you to say. There's only one less person here. Nevertheless, I'm getting paid. Unless you can prove he's not a blast, it's a breach of contract if you run away. If you lose your adventurer's title and you get a bad reputation in the world behind you, you're not in style. Now it's time to kill him. That's all I got.

"Look, I'll keep that bucket down. Kill him at all costs in that gap. Corn, it's a priority to stop the bucket at this time, and use poison and tools. I'll take the cost."

"Leader, there's a cost to you, but before I do, I'm marked by the other guys. Do something about that. You can't move freely."

"Can you take care of that much while dealing with a bucket of stuff? Do something with Nello's men! Shit, I'm fucked. Let's go!

I get out in front of a bucket of stuff that beats in a big gold stick like an idiot. Damn it! There's definitely more power than a troll or something in the human race.

............... come on, what's going on? This bucket of shit, you bashing a golden rod on my shield like crazy ignoring my surroundings. It's fucking hot in this country. There's a feeling of zoom running on my spine. No way... are you after me? Goddamn it, my arm's getting paralyzed.

"Nello's husband, I can't do this anymore. Let's retreat."

"Withdraw? Don't be ridiculous! All you have to do is kill Blast. Don't think you can break your contract with me and live in the king's capital! If you want to escape, it's the prize neck, if you don't like it, kill Blast exactly!

Bandits, did you just say corn or something? Are you kidding me, retreating in this situation? It's an all-out war, and if I lose, my influence will fall. You'll never lose. I am the man who will rule the slums and eventually become the absolute ruler of this country from behind.

"Then prepare enough to overflow the finest healing pills. Our leader has lost both of his arms. If you're as good as dealing with that bucket of stuff without a leader, the bounty neck is better. More or less, it's not just the blast over there, but the guy who did smash it is coming back fine with his bloody clothes. How are you willing to win? They're twice as numerous as they are."

"Gu......"

They do come back pimped, even if they get hurt. The rumored cleric is treating you? But the information before I attacked him tells me there's no clergy at Blast's... what the hell happened?

"There's no way to retreat anyway. I'm paying you a lot of money. I'll get you to work for that!

"I don't know what to talk about. We have one fewer leader and one fewer ally to defend. Better off being a bounty neck than dying here. We'll pull. If you want to be the bounty neck, do as you please. Well, after this fight, if only you were alive!

"Fuck me, I can't forgive you. Hey, kill these guys!

"Boss! The blast is out again!

What the fuck!

"Ha, that's a real bummer. What are you gonna do, Nello's husband, that bucket of shit is coming at us while you're trying to kill us! Now there's no leader. Hey, we're almost there!

"Shit! I don't care what you do, I swear to God, kill that bucket! If I kill you, the money and the woman will do as I wish. I'm gonna make you an executive!

"Well, good luck at best! Then we disappear!

The end of them is after they kill Blast. I will definitely kill you in vain. Gogan!

"Hey, Nello. Long time no see. I missed you."

"Hih, blast! Why are you here..."

Looking around, my men are rolling and groaning. You mean you busted these guys in an instant?

"What, you didn't sell the fight, I came all the way here to see you, but I can't bring you"

"You're kidding me, you survived, why didn't you die, you bugger!

"Whoa, I guess I'm immortal. That's why I said goodbye. Bye, Nello."

Blast smiles like a beast and shakes up a gold bar. Damn, I would have won, but why did this happen? I'm not convinced.