The Seekers Association is a huge organization.
Many of its officials were ex-hunters in order to bind out-of-the-box hunters.
The Seeker's Association Zebuldia Branch Manager, Garc Velter, is also originally a first-rate hunter.
Former Level 7 hunter. The two names of "The Ghost of War", who roughed up every treasure house with their first spear axe (Halvard) as their main wepon, are still whispered in awe from those who knew the time.
Long after leaving active duty, that power has diminished almost as much as it did during the full season, but still, its strength does not draw on the coarse hunter.
How strong, when the six of us, including Liz, first came to this capital, Mr. Gark, who was already sitting in the chair of the Branch Manager, was strong enough for all of us to have no hands or feet.
So they found out the level of the hunters in this empire.
Luke and Liz were relatively receptive to the Gurk Branch Manager, and they liked the strong.
- But that was almost five years ago, too.
"Mostly, I rely too much on Klee! Whatever you think you're paying for, let's settle this!
Intimidate Mr. Gark, three minutes taller in the head than Liz intimidates herself.
Obviously, the way a girl not dressed to fight intimidates a good big Gatai guy just seems like a child, but the reality is different.
For a long time, the power that attacked and absorbed the treasure hall - Mana Material falls out over time.
There is also a personal difference in that speed, but no matter how talented you are, you can't have zero wear and tear.
Mr. Gark is hardly out on the battlefield anymore.
Its power is clearly diminishing more than it was five years ago, perhaps less than half of the full season. And Liz's power isn't what it was when she came to Empire City. Well, Liz doesn't think of power differences when selling fights.
Best of all, Mr. Gark didn't go too high on Liz, who started selling fights without asking about the circumstances.
I glance at Liz without alarm as if she were just relative to a poor quality demon. If I were in his shoes, I would have trembled, but that's right, Mr. Gark has a different temper.
"Well, does the fact that you're home mean there's a Citrine?
"Hey, hey! I'm in the way of a date. Go away!"
Mr. Gark floated relentlessly into space. Liz kicked it.
Nearly two metres of giants slip through the marble floors that they made because of their money, jumping ornamental plants and blowing them up to the wall.
I have to laugh too soon to get my hands on it.
Mr. Gark, who crossed his arms and took the kick, slowly rose.
Behavior is moderate, but its shape is like a ghost reminiscent of two former names.
Mr. Gurk is also great to know that he is still pimping after a blow of chemicals like heading to the Level 8 Treasure Palace.
And I was motivated. The Seekers Association branch manager is not available to those who are beaten and shut up.
It must be for protection, pulling the smaller knife out of your hips. Even if it's small, it would be like a shorter short sword from Liz because of the size of her body.
"Huh... Liz, hey, you know what you did...? There are limits to how warm I am..."
Who says it's warm?
Liz crooked her lips and laughed when she saw the branch manager of the battle posture.
My eyes burn up while my white skin looks good. Looks like the engine went in again even though it was about to fit.
Hey, why don't we stop? Why are you guys so violent?
The cranhouse breaks down again. I'm the one Eva tells you a story. [M]
At what time should Kaina and the others stop? But I don't think I can hold it anymore.
They're not hunters. No matter how many they are, they can't stop the monsters from fighting each other.
I suggested to poor Kaina and the following two explorers, who bumped into each other's gaze and missed sight from the opposing two, and had an early boss in a fight.
"............... let's just have some tea up there"
I was willing to look around Empire City all day today. Liz doesn't have a weapon.
You're not even serious about killing me, and maybe you're not going to die.
§
Things don't stop ringing from downstairs. The frightening glass is trembling.
I enjoyed public speaking with Kaina and the others, thinking that there had been a lot of earthquakes lately.
In fact, I can feel strong sympathy for Kaina, who seems to be struggling as much as I do as one arm of a scary branch manager on her face.
It also lightens the tone naturally.
"Aren't you so cute, the receptionist from the exploratory? How are you recruiting? I'd like to hire you."
"Footprints" refers to exploratory cooperation.
When I found Eva, I searched for someone similar to Kaina, sat down and hired her in.
The next thing you need is a beautiful receptionist.
The child at the reception at the Zebuldia branch of the Seekers Association is a billboard daughter. It's bright and clear, and I don't have one disgusting face when I deal with strong, dirty hunters, and I don't change my attitude when I see pitiful me eating calls every time.
I don't even know his name. I expected him to be involved in running a smooth organization.
It is more vulnerable to cute girls to speak of men than in ancient times. Even if it's a hunter.
Kaina laughed bitterly at the seriousness of her half joke.
"Are you talking about Chloe? She... is the niece of the Gark Branch Manager"
"The genes aren't working."
How can such a good boy be in the blood of "The Ghost of War"? No, you got that personality because you're used to it in Mr. Gark.
And was it Conne......
There's no way that fight will end in peace anyway. I hear what happened when Kaina came here while Mr. Gark and Liz were unwinding and beating each other.
And Kaina and I were stunned by what we heard from the other two.
Apparently, Mr. Gark is making a big mistake.
I know nothing about The White Wolf's Nest. [M] I'm not even anticipating it, and I don't plan to.
'Cause I'm not responsible for the White Wolf's Nest anomaly. Unfortunately, I got involved a little bit, but the punitive game was successfully completed, and from there on out is the Seekers Association and the country's work.
I am completely in other personnel mode. [M]
Not just Mr. Gark, but I have a hard time overestimating my power.
I'm just lucky I got to level 8. Without knowledge or skill, there's no way I can know more than what I've investigated by explorers and empire experts.
"Heh, that's tough. Haven't you had a problem with the terrain? …"
To my laid-back authenticity, Kaina gives me a look like she ate a shoulder watermark.
A pulse is like a blood vessel running to the earth. If there is a problem, I know it at a glance, but I don't know anything more.
Citrie knows a lot about this stuff.
Liz's sister, Citrie Smart, is an alchemist.
It is an assumed position between a magician and a scholar who repairs the truth of this world and uses the law to create phenomena.
It is a position that is not often seen by the general treasure hunter due to its inferiority with offensive power compared to the general wizard who phenomenalizes the vast amount of magic he holds in his arms, his vast knowledge and experience in exercising his main power, and the need for numerous rare tools, but at times like this he can rely very much.
In particular, the city, unlike the vast majority of other colleagues, frequently goes to the treasure hall as a hunter, and thus has a greater knowledge in action.
Incidentally, the production of slime and other magical creatures is one of the techniques that an alchemist specializes in. Please manage the product a little more firmly.
There is something a little unusual about it, but Citrie also belongs to the Academic Institution of the Empire and is the brainchild of The Mourning Ghost.
Well, unfortunately, I'm not really back.
"Have you noticed anything at all?
Kaina eats down, but even the sight of the time is fuzzy because it was full of fear and unexpected Liz appearances of the treasure hall for a long time.
I sit deep in my chair, meditating my eyes, but I don't know what I don't know. Mostly if anything unnatural happens, it should be remembered.
"Hmm. I don't know if there's anything in particular. In the first place, I've always cared about something else."
"... a separate case?
Shit. My mouth slipped.
I only make the face but it's too late. Kaina's brown eyes look at me in surprise.
At that time, I was more concerned about Slime's whereabouts than about the treasure hall's anomalies, and I never thought about investigating anomalies.
It still is. I can't help but notice the nightmare I had last night flickering past my back of my brain.
I'm sure you'll never know anything from my examination of the treasure house anomalies, but in the first place, if I have time to investigate those anomalies, I choose to find out where Slime is.
"............... can I ask you something?
Kaina looks at me with serious eyes, but there's no reason to say that I missed a citrie slime when my mouth rips open.
It's my fault. I'm sure it's my fault. That's what I decided.
Put your hands together, make sure you get laid and make a look that looks serious.
Roll in smoke with thoughtful words. Level 8 hunters have a lot of secrets. I'm sorry. Ahhhhh.
"I'm sorry, but I can't teach you yet. I don't know where my ears are."
The expression on the faces of the officials behind Kaina is strong in words dressed senselessly.
I couldn't resist, and I got up.
Let's stay positive.
I might be right to let my mouth slip depending on what I think. Reasons to decline the request for cooperation from Mr. Gark and the others.
Of course, treasure hall anomalies also affect hunter activity. I intend to cooperate as much as possible as a 'footprint', but it will be a reason for me personally not to move.
I'm lucky I'm not in danger or exhausted. [M]
Mr. Gark and the others don't need to be danced to my words, and I'm lucky that Liz is going to be so big.
I wonder what this has to do with win-win?
"I can't move, but I'll let you cooperate as a clan as much as I can. Uh, yeah. I'll ask Ark to help me when he gets back."
"Huh... thank you for your cooperation"
Kaina thanked me for her tendency to nag.
Forgive me, Mr. Kaina. It's my fault. There's nothing I can do. What I know is about a delicious ice cream shop in Imperial City.
I'm sorry about this level eight. But you took me to level eight.
Arc, I'll lend it to you, so forgive me. With him all-powerful and smart, we'll be able to work things out more or less.
I'll give it back to you later.
Still words of comfort to the Kainas as though they were still distracted.
The accumulation of mana materialis and the evolution of 'phantoms' are so-called natural phenomena. It's not like we're little people. [M]
"I guess I don't really need to worry about it. If the pulse doesn't affect the ground, we'll get right back to it."
§ § §
It was like magic. For the first time in a long time with extreme concentration, consciousness is stretched.
One second feels every two or three seconds. But even then, I can't keep up with my judgment. We can't avoid it, and even if we do everything in our power, we can only manage to match our guards.
Liz Smart can't use magic. I'm not even using a weapon.
Attacks are simple by poking and kicking. It's just that they're simply 'fast'.
Bandits (sheafs) are self-confident in their own agility, but their appearance was extraordinary even from the guards who have dealt with a number of hunters during their active years and have interacted with a number of hunters since their retirement as Zebuldia Branch Directors of the Explorers Association.
Metal and floor rub together, and friction causes smoke to rise from the floor.
Liz, who stopped in an instant from top speed, said in a light-hearted voice that she couldn't feel the anger she'd gotten earlier.
"Hmm? Don't you have arms, Gark? I just work at my desk."
"Huh... let me pull it out"
I didn't get weaker. I'm getting stronger.
That's what I wanted to say, but I manage to keep it in mind.
My body was looking for fresh air.
Deceiving his roughening breath, Gark glances at Liz, who takes a guillotine, licking attitude.
Though not a weapon I am used to, I have also repaired some dagger technique. But the knife I pulled out didn't even plunder.
The hands and feet that guarded the blow were complaining of pain. It's a heavy blow that crosses thick muscles and sounds to the bone, which I don't think was released from its thin arms. If they target the steeple, they could faint.
If the branch manager of the Explorers' Association, who heads Treasure Hunters, was unnecessarily unconscious by Hunters, it would be a breakdown of Gark's name. At any rate, that's all we have to avoid.
The difference in power was hopeless.
Liz is short. It's like a child compared to a gark.
The hands and feet are long, but even the reach is much wider for the guard. But from its body was unleashed the energy characteristic of a diligent hunter who did not fail to explore the treasure hall.
Level 8 Treasure Hall. "Castle of All Demons".
Having just returned from a treasure hall full of high levels of Mana Materials, Liz is the strongest now, with few absorbed Mana Materials missing.
True opposite of the Garc, who has long been far from the Treasure Palace.
Liz was a natural compared to the girk of a battle posture.
We just engaged, I understand. Even if you let go of the counter ready to take a blow, you won't even plunder.
It's faster for Liz to move her legs and take a distance than for Gark to stretch her arm and wave her knife down.
Before the former "Ghost of War," I say it as if a girl would make a fool of herself while tapping on a different pair of shoes that glow black.
"You have to exercise once in a while, too, Garc. Oh? Oh, you pretended? Hunters rolling around like this are stronger, huh?
"That's weird!
There are so many hunters like you!
It is definitely dull. It's dull, but there's still about level five!
Bite Liz's face as if he were going to work an old man to the point where he could smash his teeth.
These guys grew more than I expected. I might have to adjust to keep these fucking busy hunters quiet!
I was aware that I was blunt, but even a warm girk gets blood on my head when pointed out from the front like this.
This guy, shall we level him down? Even such an adultless thought comes to mind.
Although, of course, it is not permissible to lower the level of accreditation with the personal grievances of one branch manager.
I didn't even know that inside, and Liz said with a garlic grin.
"Because I'm back. It's too fading and pathetic, and no, I'll miss you today because of the good old days. Me, no."
I didn't know what they were saying for a moment, followed by a bright red stain in front of me.
A simmering rage gushes from the bottom of my belly. It's been a long time since I've felt it.
I put too much effort into it, and I get a smudge and a crack in my gripping knife.
Gark was originally a warrior (Warrior) using all kinds of weapons. Among them is the skill of exploding anger, removing the limiter and converting it into force.
That's why Gark, who was a level 7 hunter, got those two names.
I haven't had a chance to use it lately, but apparently my body still remembered how to use it.
"Apparently, you need to be punished... there's a shitty kid"
"Uh, no, no. Me, I'm not good at nursing care or anything, so get Kaina to take care of me?
Nose like Liz made a fool of herself with a voice that echoes from the bottom of hell.
The hunters in "Footprints" are observing Garc and Liz with interest.
Outside the exit, a wild horse who heard things peered into fear.
Power differences are deadly. But I can't end it with it licked.
At least one arrow to pay off.
The knife is shattered and scattered, and the only weapon is gone. But when I tried to step out regardless, I heard a distracting voice, as if I had anticipated the timing.
"I was still doing it, you guys. I'm so dirty, I'm done talking to you."
I didn't realize when he was gone.
Taking Kaina and two officials, Klee, who came down the stairs, sighs distracted when she sees the tragedy in front of her.
Liz, who raised her voice like she'd made a fool of herself before but didn't loosen her attention to this one, misted the tingling air surrounding her and jumped right at you.
"Klee, welcome back. Gark doesn't listen well..."
"You have to ask for a vendor, this is"
As Kaina pulls her cheeks, she approaches the guard of the battle posture.
Seeing the look on his face, Gark finally untied himself.
Taking a deep breath brings back the pain of the body's saving, which had been paralyzed until earlier. There are no fatal injuries, but there may be moles or moles in it.
Apparently, the purpose could have been achieved while I was beating each other up.
Gark frowned on the future of novel finalization and decided to work out again to avoid being licked again.