"Mourning Ghost" has many enemies.
Mainly because Luke and Liz sold and bought fights all over the place.
If you hear there is an awesome swordsman in the west, you head for an arms test, and if you hear that a vicious bandit regiment has appeared with the Knights defeated on the eastern border, you go out of your way to kill each other by hanging on the move for days.
Had the hunters not been inclined to honor the strong, our reputation would have been terrible by now.
Especially since the party names are horrible, they used to be misinterpreted and raided as criminal (red) parties that only get bandits and grey requests.
Now there's no more to be misunderstood in the Imperial Capital, but they can still occasionally be seen with white eyes when they go on an expedition.
"Gurk didn't fall, either. Age is so cruel."
Walking next door, Liz tells the Explorers Association this time for the first time in a long time that she has sold her fights to smudged.
There is no mockery in that voice color.
I don't doubt I incited Mr. Gark to see his anger, but that voice is lonely as if he's lost his fighting buddies.
"... you shouldn't use yourself too much as a criterion"
"Yes."
Mr. Gark is not as weak as he says.
I'm still getting into a little drunken beating hunters arbitration and smashing both of them, and that face has remained scary since we met.
It's not good compared to Liz running the front line on active duty to the boulder.
Stopping activity in the world of hunters means unstoppable weakness.
Liz, who is waving a major player like this now, will sooner or later lose that power.
So many retired hunters change their living bases from their previous hometowns.
Some treasure hunters are mercenaries and bounty hunters in concurrent businesses. Many are buying grudges.
I don't mind being strong enough to shake off the firepowder that goes down, but it's not what I accumulated if they attacked me where I weakened it. Even more so is he who leaps into the burning Fire himself.
Liz and I don't have plans to retire or anything at the moment, but we can sneak up on a few moves to retire.
But Mr. Gark's complexion was not at the level of being teased a little, etc. I'm sure you understand Liz's personality, but can't you just sit on her stomach?
There's something I hate about losing a lot, and I might go into the treasure hall from myself in that way.
Walk down the street in conversation with Liz. Sounds like the Seekers Association is making a lot of noise, but the town was as peaceful as usual.
Liz was very noticeable wearing something like a robot with only her legs in a highly exposed outfit. I collect my gaze, but she doesn't look like she cared at all, and I'm always nicotine.
I wish you were always this adult.
The conversation was mainly about the hunt that Liz and the others headed for this time.
"Castle of All Demons".
There are substitutes in the treasure hall that are rarely visited by hunters.
The location is far away. Terrain is terrible. There is a strong phantom that appears. For various reasons, such as the biased types of treasure items available, the treasure hall is often greatly enhanced after a long period of attack and too much Mana Materials.
"Castle of Ten Thousand Demons" was one of those kind of treasure halls.
The synopsis is, in a nutshell, a giant castle protected by numerous powerful demons.
Apparently a myth-inspired substitute, it was a treasure hall where no one even challenged it for a long time in terms of the diversity and countermeasure of the 'phantom' variations that emerged, and the location being remote from people.
"The White Wolf's Nest" was also an unpopular treasure house, but "Castle of Tens of Thousands Demons" is a different story.
The former was simply a treasure house with no flavor, but the latter was due to its difficulty.
There are no recent and successful hunters and little inside information. Hunters, caught by rumors that a large number of treasures should be asleep, are also a genuine difficulty to give up their offense simply by looking at the castle in the distance.
In fact, I was very anxious when I was given that name as my next target treasure hall, but I couldn't stop Luke and the others from glowing and explaining it.
For once, I am the leader. I'm in charge of the party. [M] It may have stopped, but how could it discourage my friend, me, from traveling with a hero seeking adventure?
Liz's talk of adventure Tan also had more fever than usual.
The name of the Phantom that emerges is also Level 8.
I know dragons and griffons because they are famous, but a name that doesn't make sense comes up along the way. I just nodded nicely.
With Squank or Yakurus? What is it? What kind of creature is it?
"Citrine's pulling from the legend of" Black King Grapes "... and a lot of intelligent people later, so maybe it feels like some legends are mixed? The terrain is so messed up..."
"Heh... were you strong?
I only confirmed one thing with patience. [M]
"Black King Grapes" is the name of the reigning king who ruled this continent thousands of years ago.
It is assumed that countless beasts were freely manipulated to produce many beasts that should not exist in an evil ritual.
It was long before the empire appeared that it existed, but it seemed to have wielded much more fierceness, and its servant-like men are still frequently witnessed in the form of 'phantoms' in treasure palaces everywhere.
He was one of the haters among the hunters.
Liz put her finger on my lips and thought about it for a while, but she made a full grin.
"Hmm... I wonder if it's the best I've ever had. That feels like level eight. The Beast of the Black King is stiff and come on... it's definitely more fortified than it was then. Physical attacks don't work very well, and there's a lot of them, and I don't know if I can be honest with you. I can handle it if you just run away."
Don't be happy to say...
It's a "phantom" that Liz, who no longer understands its prowess, says she can't do it, etc. I can't even imagine that threat.
What kind of person struggles with a level that can knock down countless bullets?
"How about compared to the 'White Wolf's Nest' boss in the meantime?
"Huh...?
The boss of "The White Wolf's Nest"...... that near-complete werewolf knight wore a human bone was singularly colorful even in the treasure hall where the level of the phantom jumped.
It's like a party led by a Level 5 veteran hunter taking a lag.
I didn't cross blades directly because Liz came right away, but just remembering those shining eyes makes me want to retire right now.
Liz stops asking me. [M]
I kept my eyebrows distorted for about a dozen seconds and thought about it, but I said I seemed sorry.
"... I can't believe you... were there?
"... Ah, yes"
"I'm sorry? I'm sorry? That's what Klee said, isn't it? Sorry, I don't even remember the garbage... I remember we were licked because the tee was impeccable..."
Apparently, that boss isn't even worth remembering compared to the 'phantom' that shows up at level 8, either. I knew I would never follow their hunt again. [M]
I don't regret anything, and I don't regret building a clan and falling out of the front line, but I miss you just a little bit when there's a difference in recognition so far.
I say what I thought when I saw my subtle expression, like Liz shook my hand in a hurry.
"Oh, but! He was weak as garbage, but he had a lot of different weapons because he came out! I think they can be used for training! I'm curious you only had physical gear, don't you think it's just right for a tee?
Nothing. I don't care there.
"Yeah, yeah, right."
"Right? Follow me next time! I've been in trouble because I'm going to relieve myself that humans are opponents! I thought you were risking your life."
Oh, shit. Should we have stopped here?
Tino was to be trained in life betting.... I'll take you to the ice cream next time.
Liz dominates this date. Walk around the Imperial Capital with your hands drawn.
Liz is harsh. I love to fight, and I'm just curious to be a hunter.
But when you walk out of town with me, you prefer courses like regular dates. Go around boutiques and jewelry shops and have tea at cafes.
I don't even go to the liquor store, I don't peek at hunters' weapons stores, I don't dare walk in an alley that doesn't reach people and fish for the unreliable.
From the sight of it, it would really look like we're just having a date.
Liz would be tired too if she was much more careful. Maybe he's balancing by having a peaceful time like this from time to time.
From Liz's waist walking next door there was a whimpering sound of gold coins. I don't think it's a purse. A big bag is stuffed in the bread.
Hunt's income from "The Mourning Ghost" is divided evenly by the number of members, except for the purchase of supplies. Liz, who usually doesn't have much appetite, is rich, unlike me, who soon buys and fishes treasure gear.
There are five Imperial Gold Coins in my wallet that Eva has planted for me when I need them - half a million guitars, and even though I only have 10,000 guitars left on my own.
It was nice to watch the boutiques and jewellery shops scatter.
The only thing that bothered me was asking me if it would suit me every time I tried it on, but this stuff would be good once in a while.
I don't know, but it suits me. It looks great on you, why don't you buy it? I'm sorry I can't give you a present.
I can give you a gift if you have two fewer digits. You can't spend money when you have to.
Sneak up on the noise as you walk through the city because of the city-slime, but no sign of it in particular.
Tales of noise happening in the north streets were whispered everywhere, but it would just be irrelevant because an anomaly occurred in the treasure hall and a phantom appeared in the streets before the slime was eliminated.
"Hey, Klee, what's going on? I haven't been well since just now."
I didn't mean to put it on the table, but Fu Liz asks me worried.
I'm sorry I kept you all worried.
"Liz, what if... it's just a hypothetical story, if this Zebuldia thing goes down like doom... what do we do?
It's probably an abstract question. If that's actually the case, I'm the cause, but I don't feel like saying so much.
To an abrupt question that could not be taken by a joke, Liz answered immediately without returning a grumpy question or breaking her smile.
"Run away with me?
... No, no, you can't do that either.
"I wonder if I'd like the South next... me, I'd like to see the ocean or something... I've never been there"
I am quite positive that we are talking about the country being destroyed.
Watching Liz make my eyes sparkle and make me think, I just got a little sober.
Let's do what we can. So if there's nothing you can do about it, you might as well get away with it, as Liz says.
Sea. Sea, huh. Not bad.
You can't run in the water.
"Uh, you don't know until you try, do you?
You don't have to try to figure it out. Do not transcend the laws of physics.
Liz's mouth is light, and it's like she's even talking about traveling.
"They also have a treasure house that's made to the bottom of the ocean - and I think it's absolutely beautiful. I have to do something about the breathing problem though. I wonder if it's okay to be on the sky... it's convenient to live in the Empire too, but it's been years since I've been here..."
Yeah, yeah. Listening to me as I returned the gavel, the look on Liz's face got steep in an instant.
The tight body leaves at some point, and the shopping bag in both hands sawdust down to the ground. At that time there was a childhood tame who was pulling a man to the ground a few meters away.
He is taking his arms back, stepping on his back and completely sealing his movements.
The opponent was a man with a mustache. My back is as long as mine. It has no distinctiveness and a plain impression, and I am not a hunter because of my personality.
A man groans of pain. You don't even realize when I was knocked down when I was on the other side, because I didn't see the moment.
He was distracted for a moment, but rushes over. It's a rarity for hunters to get their hands on ordinary people. If it is one-sided, it would be displeasing.
Liz is a violent person but there has been nothing like beating the average person here lately.
I was wondering if I finally got a little round to this.
"!? What are you doing, Liz?
What happened to you when you were in a good mood just now?
Liz looked at the man at my feet all the time without turning a blind eye. The gripped arm smudges.
The people walking around pull their cheeks and leave early enough. It's only a matter of time before the policing soldiers arrive.
Liz threw a sigh of relief and stomped around its head. The restraint the man scratches algae but solidifies is unwavering.
"This guy, right now, I've been looking at Liz and the others."
... So what is it? If you had a gaze, would you be the one who'd be attacked?
By and large, Liz stands out. I felt like I was gazing. [M]
What the hell difference does that make between those gazes and him?
A man groans when he is attacked for the reason that he was looking pathetically. I grabbed Liz's arm from behind and peeled it off.
"Yes, yes, let's just let it go"
……
Liz leaves.
As the pulled down man coughed, he flipped his body and looked up at Liz and me with a blue look.
If you don't have a scratch on your cheek, you don't have a forged flesh like a hunter. He is a middle-aged man with no eccentricity whatsoever in the middle of a very common middle meat. He is a good citizen like anywhere, without weapons either. I was a complete criminal.
The Imperial City favours hunters but not sweet enough to forgive hunters who behaved violently towards ordinary people.
Reach out and stand up the man who is losing his hips.
"Oh, I'm sorry. This kid is emotionally unstable. Are you hurt?
"Huh..."
Without taking his hand, the man ran out as if he had eaten a small scream and bubbles. I have footprints on my back.
... apparently you weren't hurt. Good, good... not good.
It's not what I found out where the trigger was. I'm gonna be a jerk.
Liz frowns and looks at the man who ran away. I'm dissatisfied somewhere.
What? What? What bothered you? You've been a relatively good kid lately, haven't you?
... let's just get out of here before people get here. They're gonna say it's you again.
Liz thinks a little about me in a hurry and tilts her neck properly.
"Is that it? Could it be............... you let him swim?
What are you talking about, this girl? I don't care if you can swim or anything, as much as you can see.
So what's wrong with me? The only reason you're seen is because you're wearing a treasure that always stands out, right?
"Liz, I'll preach later."
"... too good an act! I was confident, too, but I didn't notice at all... you'd be more careful next time, right?
Liz's mood goes back to normal.
You say a sermon, but you embrace my arm, and you can't see a reflection at all.
Take Liz, who seems in such a good mood to stick with me, and leave the scene of the crime early.
If you're not careful, you're going to act like a walker... I want Liz to learn common sense from Tino before she trains him.
§ § §
Run as hard as you can. Run as long as your breath lasts. No one stands in the way of the unusual man.
Zebuldia, the Imperial capital, is like a garden to the man. As well as the boulevards where visiting travellers and merchants cross in large numbers, one path is in my mind to the back alley, which I hate to stop in if I'm a vagrant or a general public.
But I couldn't afford to think about that now.
Keep running away like a small animal being chased by a carnivorous beast. What was floating behind my oxygen deficient brain was a soothing, sharp look.
The man stopped after it was enough to run at all costs, reaching behind a dim building.
There is no tracker.
If that woman had wanted to do it, she would have been caught. No, I wouldn't have even been able to shake off the first restraint before then.
The all-powerful force in his fine arms had suppressed the stronghold and contained all the movement of the man's body, even giving the illusion that he was being humiliated all over his body.
Only the thin blurry sunlight illuminating from the gap in the building illuminates the vision that blinks in fatigue.
"Ha, ha... What, that's..."
Hold your breath and withstand tremors that keep your arms in check and unstoppable.
I was definitely not imitating you to find out.
The opponent is a level 8 and 6 hunter. The man is coming quite prepared too.
The two figures were very eye-catching, and they were walking down a path full of people. Regardless of the harm done, there is no way we can distinguish a man's gaze from another.
The man's appearance is inconspicuous and he is not a hunter. If it wasn't natural to stand around and unnaturally put that figure in your sight for a long time, then you weren't willing to kill it. The purpose of this one is just to see how things are going.
He was always careful not to get into sight around the blind spot.
In fact, the man had no doubt about the possibility that the tail was being found out until he was defeated to the ground.
My strongly restrained arm is still scratched and damaged. Hold it down and get your breathing ready.
It's a coincidence, I'd like to think, but obviously 'Shadow Out' was perceiving a man's gaze. What you need to think about is how you missed out on yourself in captivity.
I can't think of anything like missing the man I was following for no reason. By and large, if we are to let them escape without doing anything, we need not detain them.
Words like an apology were hung, but it was clear that was not a sincere line.
I didn't mean to throw up information when I was interrogated, but it just makes a difference when it comes to being missed without it.
The purpose is to warn you? Damn, how far are we finding out?
Don't speak up, just eat your teeth off.
There is no leak of information. The men's plan was supposed to be perfect.
The enhancement of the "White Wolf's Nest," because it was supposed to be much earlier that the anomaly would be discovered. "The White Wolf's Nest" is a less human treasure house, and the difficulty of "The White Wolf's Nest" is now jumping even if an unfortunate hunter breaks in. I can't leave alive first.
But as a reality, now the "White Wolf's Nest" has so many people gathered that it is difficult to continue the experiment.
We haven't found out the cause, but if we keep experimenting like this, there will be people who will soon find out.
I had heard of the reputation of The Mourning Ghost. I was also on guard, but I didn't look like I'd ever guessed, so I left it. It's unexpected that we came here and started moving big.
Reminds me of the face of a young man who has hung words of apology, and the man opens his eyes to the limit, shaking his shoulders.
It wasn't until just before sundown that the man finally moved out again.
No more "White Wolf's Nest". Completely nursed. Not enough personnel either.
I'll have to tell them about the change of plans.
No one was watching the man walk out flustered.