Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter’s Hero Dream

Faces of 'Footprints' all line up and go outside. From there I don't see the kind of exhilaration or anticipation that hunters would otherwise have before going on an adventure.

There was a sense of urgency there as if we were going to die. Even though I say I followed their request properly.

Tino is stopping by the end and dropping off that line with a relieved look.

Liz turned in front of me from her back, pointing her lips at me and saying:

"Hey. Why not? Why not? You're the kind of guy Ark would go out with, right? I want to go. Hey! Klee, please. Hey?"

A mesmerizing voice.

Liz admits to Arc. Ark Rodin, the all-purpose magic swordsman, seems to be a tough opponent even with his insignificant 'shadow'.

Raggedy and his pink iris were shining in signs of a harsh battle. This kid can't, part of his brain is pared.

"The God of Creation Medicine (Hi Elixa)," which I said I wanted earlier. It's a treasure palace super-premium.

I don't hesitate to use it when I have to because only one copy of "Ghost of Mourning" is brought back, but if I use that one, I will have a terrible deficit.

Sigh to Liz as she grabs her arm and shakes it like a wacko.

"No, 'cause you're not cooperating."

"Er... I'm fine. Because everyone will suit me."

That's not how it works.

Tino stares at Liz's complexion worryingly as she turns her face bright blue behind her. I picked Liz's cheek in front of it.

Liz looks up at me with a decent look. Keep going through the cheeks.

It should be fortified with Mana Materials, but its skin is soft and scratch-free. It is a truly strange substance to say Mana Material.

"Mostly, Liz just got back from the last hunt. You should get some rest."

Everyone is happier sitting still as adults. Of course, I'm happy too.

Liz smiled brilliantly at my words. Always have that look.

"Shh, Klee, be gentle! I'm fine, but no. Hey, no?

"Yes! It's okay, sister.... I did."

"See?

Tino nods desperately in an obviously blue way. It just seems threatened no matter what you look at it from anywhere.

Me and Liz have known each other a long time. Mostly, we've been friends since we were just mindful. So I know what you're thinking somehow.

Even Liz's flirtatious eyes are as eye-catching as I thought.

You're going to sneak away. He said no.

I don't spare 'God of Creation Medicine (Hi Elixa)', but it's as if its appearance in my eyes pushes the Treasure Hall in our face as I kick through other parties that carefully move inside.

I had no choice but to put my arm around Liz's shoulder. Lurk and persuade your voice to tell a secret story.

"Well, calm down, Liz. To Liz... right, 'cause there's something else to do..."

"... Huh? Really? Hmm.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Liz blinks pussy and gives an unfortunate voice. but now you won't go outside on your own.

Long relationships mean we know how to do it.

Even though this clan has an arc that everyone admits, it probably has something to do with me still being made a clan master.

Liz holds her lips slightly as she looks at me sideways.

"Hmm, so just let Tee go? He's got all kinds of weapons. He's a phantom, and he's perfect for training..."

Whoa, that's not good.

This time it won't look as bad as last time because some members of the footprint, but Tino doesn't seem compatible with The White Wolf's Nest. Otherwise, such a monster wouldn't show up.

Originally, the solo Tino is not very compatible with these tasks, and I also feel a little more capable of the phantoms that appear.

Liz, you may not know... a treasure house is something that takes a safety margin far enough.

The last time I went to the White Wolf's Nest, I was a livestock. How about that?

I... I want to look good. Even though the other guy is a junior, if he's a young girl, it's even worse.

"No."

"Yep."

"That's the end of the story."

"Yep..."

It features Liz, who is still unhappy, unwraps the shoulders she was putting together, and gives her face.

And so, a big youth hunter...... Lyle approached.

It is not an early member, but it is an ancient ginseng. The dull metal armor used on my back length, which is only slightly higher than mine, shines indescribably.

I'm a good hunter because I'm close to my age. I recall the level having recently reached 5 and making a huge noise in the liquor store.

Lyle looked at Liz next door with a uncomfortable look on her face for a while, but she turned to me and said as if she had made up her mind.

"Klee, this request... the... are you okay?

A little further away, I can see the other hunters looking at this one with a fright. Apparently he was pulled the poverty lottery.

But it's hard for me to ask you that. There is too little information I know about this assignment.

Maybe less than the Lyles.

But... right. I'm the master. I'm a master, so let's act like masters.

Thumbs up, inspires the guys.

"It's okay, it could be a difficult task, but I'm sure that 'Footprints' will make it possible to complete the request!

……

... Is that it? That's crazy.

I thought it would come cheerful and ambitious from the stream, but it was silent to visit.

Both the hunters behind him and Lyle have indescribable expressions. And I opened my mouth like Lyle was frightened.

"Yeah... the... what? Hopefully...... as the master of this clan and as a level 8 hunter, you wouldn't get caution or anything?

"Be careful...?

Say this again difficult. Liz drove me to look at Eva, standing a little further away, but Eva nodded small without saying anything.

Apparently, the eye contact hasn't come through.

Precautions, precautions,? Not to mention the precautions of leading hunters in walking the treasure hall now.

Watch out for phantoms. Let's not split up. The bandit position precedes you in finding the trap. Avoid solos as much as possible. You should have trouble being advised like that.

But when it comes to other precautions... right.

I was frowning and roaring for a while, but I looked up and sighed and said.

"I don't know if I'm going to leave, but if you have one that looks slimy, you should be careful."

Well, you can be cautious. City Slime, where were you really?

Lyle listened to me and looked at me with the kind of eyes that even a lunatic would see. Rude one.

"Slime!? There's no way you're gonna slime into The White Wolf's Nest, is there?

The treasure hall is normally filled with phantoms. Even if another demon enters from the outside, most of the time, it is killed by a naturally occurring phantom (Phantom), so there are not many opportunities to see the demon inside the treasure hall.

If the name that came out was also the weakest slime of demons, you'd want to react like that.

"That's why you're saying you don't know if you're leaving."

"... no, I don't doubt it, but hey. I want to ask you one thing, what decision did you make to get the word slime out?

I answered nothing and made him smile. [M]

In the back, a hunter who heard about us quickly is starting to talk about anti-slime. Aren't you guys being too honest...

"Oh, maybe if I were to leave, I wouldn't be a regular slime, so be careful."

"Yeah!? Isn't that normal slime? What's this all about?

I don't know.

Maybe it's named Slime, and I think the weakness is the same as Slime, because Citrie is cohesive......

I was grinning and even grounded in my heart at Lyle and the others who were starting to get confused again.

§ § §

I don't think it was underground there, it was a big, bright space.

Paperwork placed messily on a desk arranged. The bookshelves placed at the walls are lined with tightly thick books, and the cold air is stained with irritating odors that flush your nose.

The shelves are lined with countless bottles of chemicals, and on a large table are narrow reports written in strange letters different from the official languages used in the Empire.

In the middle of the room, a strange device, like a glass pipe wrapped in reverse cones, sounded a quiet drive. The tip of the glass is pierced to the ground and occasionally vibrates small. It's as if I'm even having a heartbeat.

The man with the feathers of a deep green robe observing it from the desk on the immediate side sighs deeply.

The man was old enough to say he was. Hair that has become more than half white to the appearance engraved with wrinkles. However, it can be seen from the modus operandi.

In particular, its eyes held dark energy.

The viewer will see that the robe wrapped around it and the silver wand, which is about the height of the man placed beside it, is hardly available even to the treasure hunter's magician, dramatically enhances his magic and boasts high defensive abilities, and is close to the finest equipment, except for the treasure palace property.

I hear hidden footsteps from the top of the ceiling. It's the footsteps of the hunters going up there.

Though it was supposed to be almost inaudible footsteps, the magic for surveillance planted when creating the room conveyed the crap of the upper treasure house.

"It's tidal time here, too..."

Looking up at the ceiling, the man doesn't seem so sorry, he shrugs.

We knew this would happen sooner or later.

The feat a man was trying to accomplish over the years could never be concealed through forever, and no matter how much the 'White Wolf's Nest' was an unpopular treasure house, it never meant that the hunters would not come at all.

That just got a little quicker.

Rodolph's intrusion was shallow on the part of his sponsors, who were excited by the results of the study, which had finally begun to show signs of success. If you'd just given me a little more time, there would have been no way the rescue would have survived in time.

It is disheartening to abandon the 'lab' where we have started to get on track because of it, but this is not the only place where there is a 'lab'. There are other spares.

Anger disturbs thoughts. You have to stay calm at all times.

I remember a report coming from Teito, stroking a short mustache stored up, all alone.

"" Thousands of Changes, "or... a troublesome man. How can a hunter get in the way?"

Once upon a time, treasure hunters were the object of disdain for that man, who boasted a high reputation as a magician.

He is also close to a burglar who risks his own life, infiltrates a dangerous treasure house and steals its products.

A crude, savage, unreliable man who does not respect knowledge or history and behaves as if he were his own force in the mysterious power of Mana Material.

But - a little different now.

The Wizard crooks his lips and laughs as he grips the wand.

Laboratory built in the basement of the treasure hall. So years of immersion in research, the power of mystery had dramatically improved the power of its magician.

And that power had greatly altered the perception of the magician.

Mana Materials. An unknown force that no one has yet been able to control.

It's also a powerful force to convince the hunters who benefit the most from it to make a big face.

For just a few years, he just kept bathing in it, and the man gained enough power to multiply the power he had gained over the decades until then.

Then how powerful would it be to be 'Level 8', where only a handful of such hunters exist?

There is no insult. But I don't overestimate it either.

"... I have no problem retreating from this place... Hmm..."

So, the demon conductor looks up at the ceiling - where one of the passages of "The White Wolf's Nest" should be.

Twenty or so personnel have come to the White Wolf's Nest to investigate.

By now, I'd be looking into what raised the level of the Treasure Palace, and the 'cause' that you can't possibly find.

It is unlikely that there will be any greater numbers of personnel, especially since incidents are not even happening.

If the man leaves like this, 'The White Wolf's Nest' will revert over time.

Then it's too - boring.

"We should withdraw anyway, let's say it's the last experiment..."

Open the desk drawer and take out a single ampoule. What is injected inside is a different ink liquid than any potion.

It was a substitute for the contraindications coincidentally created by the most disciples the man sees.

Mana Material's Operational Experiment.

It's a potion that runs Mana Materials apart, produced as a by-product of research carried out over the years.

I have never been too dangerous to use, but now that I am withdrawing, I have no hesitation.

Set the ampoule in a special syringe made to stab the thick fur in an unbundled motion and also in the phantom appearing in the 'White Wolf's Nest'. The needle glowed dull.

Put this on the table, even if its generation was coincidental - the disciple would have gained a reputation along with a man comparable.

Of course, the manipulation of Mana Materials is contraindicated in every country, so in the back world, we're talking about.

"Goddamn it... Sophia, I can't see any results, come on, I'm gonna regret it..."

Murmuring the name of his disciple the most, the magician stood up with his wand.

Even now the level of this treasure hall's phantom is jumping.

If further enhanced, it is not a number of objects, such as twenty hunters, even if it is somewhat level.