"Branch Manager, are you sure you want to go?
Gark Velter snorted once at Kaina, who makes his eyebrows ha-ha lettering like trouble.
That outfit isn't always from when I work at the Seekers Association Zebuldia branch.
A thorned helm that protects the head in crimson armor covering only the stronghold so as not to inhibit movement of the hands and feet.
Including tools wrapped around the waist that allow you to retrieve all kinds of tools, such as the Immediate Potion, in an emergency, and a large number of pieces of gear that Gark used during the Hunter era for a variety of purposes other than during combat.
There are countless fine scratches on both the armor and the helm, and we can see that the equipment has slipped through countless battlefields.
But above all, it would be a spear axe (Hulbert) with a back length gripped in its right hand.
It was a strange spear axe (Hulbert) with a bluish black colour. The axe section has been taken very large compared to the tip and appears to be made assuming that the twist is removed.
Once, there were those who loved blacksmiths and battles in a time when there was not even a 'super-life species' in the fancy language of experiencing all of history yet.
In their lives, they refined their blacksmith techniques and created their own technique of creating new metals by refining their magical powers into metals.
He was also a warrior who loved and proficient in battle. They used the technology to create a lot of special weapons. He said that he was proud of his long glory in retreating from the calamities that would descend more than once.
A long time has passed, and now the former civilization has hardly even left a trace of it.
The technique of purification of special metals, responsible for the backbone of civilization, has been lost and many magicians and blacksmiths have tried to reproduce it but have not even found a clue to it.
- But the product is different.
Today, many of the weapon-type treasures found in the treasure hall are supposedly reproductions of the substitutes created in that era - advanced demonic weapon civilization.
The great sword that manipulates the flames. A light knife that never breaks or bends. Lance that breaks air and pierces it a few meters away.
The threat that still exists today - an ancient legacy that can easily penetrate demons and phantoms with strong bodies that cross coarse metals.
The use of treasure tools requires a long workout. Hunters therefore do not possess many treasures.
But most hunters choose the weapons of this era as their few treasures, as partners enough to risk their own lives.
Gark's Spear Axe (Hulbert) is one such treasure.
A buddy who gave up the Treasure Hunter era Garc Velter to level seven.
Halbert, "Ice Storm Warfare Tooth," which wraps strong cold air and freezes those who slash it from the inside.
When I retired, I received a large number of medical consultations, but I finally couldn't let go of them.
For the first time in a long time, Gark tightens his expression to the cold patterned feel that has passed down to his palm.
I felt in a good mood for that murderous murder minister, and Kaina sighed deeply.
"Branch Manager, you're not a hunter anymore, are you? You know what I mean?
"I know. I won't be impotent."
"I'm sure there's no problem with" The Footprint of the Beginning "being fully cooperative." The Black Gold Cross is also ahead of us... as far as Mr. Gark goes... "
"... chip"
Gark tongues and moves into Kaina's words, the deputy branch manager who shows the difficulty.
The tip of the spear axe plunders into the ceiling and the frost descends. Weaponry and armor, equipped over a hundred kilometres in total, the condition of the guard remains the same as usual.
"To Liz, you're going to end up being ridiculed! The power has fallen, but I'm still not going to lose to the hunter I am. I have experience!
"... that, like a child..."
To a small, leaky voice, Gark slipped his gaze.
Gark is a former Level 7 hunter. Few active hunters, such as the one who insults Gark, who had two former 'war ghosts' names, seem to have been ridiculed by Liz for too long, and he can't stand it.
As if to make excuses, tell Kaina, who is one short head.
"Besides, this one stinks a lot. It would be quicker for me to be on the ground.... will also be a performance"
I was forced to apply for an increase in my budget.
Without specific information it went through some level eight prestige, but it is also significant that the name of Gark is known to the upper levels of the Empire.
Do we really need to hire hunters this far?
It is a major book of requests and manages treasure palace associations in the Empire, "Relic Survey House" also sees it with suspicion. It would be easier to convince the others to move themselves.
Kaina held her forehead and sighed deeply. I can't stop it. I can't stop it.
You mean the branch manager is still a hunter, even though he's retired?
"I'll leave the job behind, so I'll be working overtime for a while after I get home"
"... you don't mind if I do that, do you?
"Not at all."
To Kaina's words, it was now Gark's turn to sigh.
§ § §
In a narrow cave, the echoing sound of a sword trident. The sound of something collapsing into a wolf howl.
Except shortly after the outbreak, an unprecedented number of hunters had now assembled in the little-popular 'White Wolf's Nest'.
One of the founding parties of 'Footprints'. The Black Gold Cross is one of those parties.
Six members. The average certification level is 5.
Among them, level 7 leader Sven Anger is one of the best archers (Archer) in the Imperial Hunter with two names: Storm Strike.
Ranged attacks are very rare in hunters where magic is common sense, and the position of archer (archer).
The bow and arrow are quite powerful. Especially given off by the hunter's strength reinforced with Mana Materials. It even penetrates thick metal armor. Archers are not weak, but magicians are more convenient in a treasure hall where responsiveness is required.
That could also be said to be a sign that they 'Black Gold Cross' were hunters better at crusading demons than exploring treasure palaces.
It is Sven, the leader, who walks at the head of the party. Heavy equipment buddies follow behind it.
Black iron full body armor. Two Swordsmen (Swordsmen) with all kinds of attacks with swords and shields, a Magi (Magi) who specializes in the magic of protection, a Magi (Magi) who is responsible for exterminating a wide area, and finally, an expert in recovery who just recently joined.
It was a dim passage but there was no stray or fear in its facade.
Fumi's leading Sven stops walking and sets up the long bow he had in his hand. With that, the fellow following from behind stops on his feet in the same way.
A black metal bow. Pulling a single long arrow out of the back barrel in natural motion leads to the string in a familiar motion.
Both bows and arrows are specially made for use by hunters. Specializing in rigidity and strength, the purified bow cannot even be pulled by a constant person, and the arrows released from it are fat and long and heavy as a joke.
The strings are pungent and the metal bow flexes to a large extent due to its force.
face out of the corner in the direction of travel. A wolf knight with crimson armor.
At the same time, Sven unleashed an arrow.
It was like a shell. The arrow released along with the thick sound, which I don't think is a wind cut sound, punctures the cranium of a crimson Wolfknight aimlessly, and it doesn't just stop and completely blows its head off, sticking it straight into the wall.
The flesh of Wolfknight, who lost his head in an instant, had been cramped for a while, but disappeared to dissolve in the air as it was.
Even a roar, an extreme shot that doesn't even exist between the screams of the Terminator. Easily slaughtered not even while reacting to the phantom, Sven returned the arrow pierced against the wall to the arrow barrel and proceeded with his steps as if nothing in particular had happened.
The number of phantoms that appear is never small. But all the phantoms, irrespective of whether the red-haired wolf or the silver-haired wolf, were shot through its skull by an arrow of Sven emitted to the encounter, disappearing without even raising a growl.
"Black Gold Cross" is a hunter who specializes in demonic crusades. But I'm not bad at treasure palace offense.
In particular, there are no traps or other dangerous gimmicks in The White Wolf's Nest.
This treasure palace, where so many phantoms do not appear at the same time, was a treasure palace very easy to do for the Black Gold Cross.
The facial expression of the party was also on the battlefield, somewhere relaxed. The only young man I've only recently joined - Henrik, a healer (writer) - is a little nervous.
Sven spoke lightly as he advanced to the middle of the map.
"Well, I'm sure it's gone up, but it's not particularly unusual."
"Looks like the hunters ahead couldn't find anything, either."
My fellow red-haired demon mentor - Marietta, a user of attack magic, relaxes and depresses at it.
Abnormalities are definitely occurring. Definitely, but I don't see the cause.
The Black Gold Cross is highly capable of fighting all parties, but its investigative capabilities do not leave the realm of parallel parties.
Most importantly, the Explorer's Association, which has made the request, will not want much more. If we need a more detailed investigation, we should put on a specialist researcher.
Henrik sandwiched his mouth to the Sven who spoke soothingly somewhere.
"Didn't we even have to take it, Mr. Sven?
"Hmm... I've been asked to..."
To the words, Sven scratched his cheek.
The Black Gold Cross received a request to investigate the White Wolf's Nest when it stopped by the Explorers Association to deliver a statement from Klee.
I didn't have an in-laws to take it, but it was after we delivered our clanmaster's saying, "I can't go because I'm busy," so we decided to take it after a consultation at the party. There was no time for one reason.
Henrik's expression is somewhere unsatisfactory.
I guess I care a little bit about the quote my party made you use, the way you got the request in which you get involved.
To that look, Sven tells me to forgive him.
"Well, I'm also learning to explore the treasure hall. Besides, I told you before exploring. I don't mind staying in the city."
"... that's not how it works. I'm part of this party too..."
A swordsman who was silently guarding the back of a young man who corrects his posture slaps him.
To Henrik coughing up, a laugh happened.
"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."
"... well, Henrik, you'll see soon enough"
Sven makes a wild smile on that face that still says things.
Henrik nodded small when he saw the other fellows disprove nothing of the words.
No decent battle occurs, enough to walk.
As far as the boss room as the second half, the bag trembled as it lowered to Sven's waist.
Sven immediately stops and removes the black stone from the bag.
'Footprints' is a big clan. The fact that the clan differs from other clans is in that the other clans have strong aspects such as some party leanings, whereas they are highly organized.
It's a trait that is hard to see by hunters who hate to be tied up.
"Black Stone" was a treasure tool called "Consonant Stone". Found in pairs, words spoken to one stone pass on to the other. It's an unparalleled way to communicate information.
The symphonic stone held by Sven was purchased after consultation at the 'Black Gold Cross', while the other was at the headquarters of the clan so that they could be contacted at any time in an emergency.
"Consonant Stone" is expensive anyway.
It is expensive and requires some training to use because it is a treasure tool, but even if it is discovered and brought to the market, it will soon sell.
Sven's has it. It's also what I got by following the handover, and not what the clan asked me to do.
The look on Sven's face, which had a stone close to his ear, can be admired. The conversation was a few words.
"Oh, okay. Thanks."
I lose power. I lose the stone. Shut up and look back at your fellow wary neighbors.
"Once we're out there. I hear things have changed. An increase in the number of 'Footprints' comes at the behest of Klee. Watch the slime. Tell the other parties. Sound the whistle of retreat."
"Huh?... Huh?
Copy that.
Put down the confused Henrik and one of the swordsmen whistles.
A sharp noise indicating an emergency echoed through the cave.