Treasure hunters have a high status in the Zebuldia Empire with its numerous treasure palaces.
Having broken through the outward demons and absorbed enough Mana Materials, Hunter boasts more power than a single Knights army. Originally, the Zebuldia Empire tends to emphasize power as a national style, and it is not uncommon to hear from senior nobles if they also become high-level hunters with two names.
The Rodin family is a prestigious treasure hunter who lasted a long time in Zebuldia.
Its source begins with Solis Rodin, a treasure hunter who once appeared in Level 10 treasure hall - [Star Temple], which existed near the present imperial capital, and crushed the alien god who returned thousands of miles in all directions to ashes.
Praising the [Star Temple] 's offense, which the Zebuldian Empire at the time could not help but do everything in its power, the Emperor of Time considered giving the title to Solis, who was a treasure hunter, but Solis called himself just an adventurer and declined to do so.
The emperor praised his humble standing dance as an example to the hunter and gave Rodin the title of 'Brave Man'. Since then, only the Rodin clan has been allowed to name the brave in the Empire.
Ark Rodin is a descendant of such a clan and has been educated as best as possible as a first-rate hunter since childhood.
Solis Rodin was a non-existent all-powerful hero in a bad field. The family of Rodin, who draw their blood, boasts high talent for each field from generation to generation, and Ark cannot be an example of it.
Simultaneous hunters have stepped through a treasure hall of a high level, gained two names, and now, while young, are even named candidates for the empire's strongest hunters.
Rodin's clan boasts blood by its martial courage, not authority. Only then was the name of Ark to be called in the name of the 'brave man' whose ancestors were once given.
Rodin is a special name in the Empire. From the beginning of his activities as a hunter, his name was notable.
This is not the first time I have been invited by nobility either.
Leaving power is part of the Rodin family's homework. But at the same time, if we are going to do this smoothly as treasure hunters, we cannot completely cut off our connection to the upper echelons of the Empire.
Arcs, "Son of the Holy Spirit (Arc Brave)" was praised for his achievements in the [White Garden of Gardens (Prism Garden)] offense and had come to the Marquis of Sandline far from the Empire.
"Is this the famous' sky flower '? It's brilliant..."
A magnificent man with wings woven in a calm crimson coat looked at a strange bunch of flowers with clear petals grown in a vase and sighed with admiration.
This time, Nayham Sandline, the host of the party that called the Arks and the Sandline family.
He was one of the senior nobles given a vast territory in the western part of the Zebuldia Empire, as well as a house that was particularly cordial from the edge of having undertaken the attack of a treasure palace that once existed in that territory.
Few Zebuldian nobles have a strong jealousy of the privileged hunters.
Compared to these people, the Marquis Sandline is never a hard man to get along with, but about hunters treading the outward demons - on the contrary, he seemed to have an irresistible desire for Rodin, who once saved the Empire, and he kept his mouth shut about being summoned every time.
Flowers with clear colorless petals are a treasure palace substitute.
Clear as a glass workmanship, but with a normal grasshopper texture, the fine shaping is so beautiful that no meticulous workman can produce it.
"It's a substitute built in Mana Materials. It's not a treasure. You won't be able to keep your shape in the outside world for long."
This flower is so native that it rots in the depths of the [White Garden of Flowers (Prism Garden)]. Contrary to its mysterious appearance, "The Flower of the Sky" is not particularly powerful, it is not enough for the Arcs and other high level hunters to take.
I picked up some of them this time and took them home as a memorial to the deepest part of the treasure hall, not especially for a reason.
Even so, [White Asian Garden] is definitely not a treasure hall that can be attacked with a concurrent hunter.
The "Flowers in the Sky", which can only hold its shape for a moment when Mana Material dissolves into the air as it drains, was also proof to the nobles that it has a handover to an excellent treasure hunter.
Items present inside the treasure hall cannot remain in shape for long in the outside world except for some.
In the outside world, they call it 'the flower of the sky'. It's also a temporary phantom. When the time comes, it will disappear without leaving a single shard of it.
At one point, he remembered that he was alive enough to rot in the cranhouse lounge, and Ark smiled zero in his chest without putting it on his expression.
To Ark's words, the Marquis answered nothing, but merely put his hand on his chin and narrowed his eyes.
"Shut up. But that's why, beautiful. Oh, a flowering garden like this - something I'd love to see once and for all by the time I die."
... Unfortunately, it will be difficult, Ark thinks, without putting it to words.
[White Asian Garden] is not an environment in which other than hunters enter. Pollen, which can stand like a thick mist, erodes the body of those who enter, and "Phantom", adapted to the environment, is aimed at the lives of the intruders, hiding in the countless blooming flowers.
Fortunately, only the terrain is flat, but even with a Knights of hundreds on escort, it won't be possible to tread. Different fields.
"What about, for example? Ark. If only you would follow me as an escort, the most powerful and famous of the Empires."
"My lord. That land is no place for noble people like your lord to enter. Of course, 'Phantom' can be defeated - it's not just an environment that can be adapted to humans. We had a little trouble this time, too."
To Arc, who responded instantly, the Marquis of Sandline roared with regret once, but didn't seem to intend to push it through. I guess you understand your position.
Occasionally in Zebuldia, unthinkable nobles enter the treasure hall with private soldiers and are shipwrecked.
Exploring with your feet is much more challenging than it should be. If that's what you're supposed to be escorting, it's more than that. It's a good opportunity for hunters to make a noble handout, but more or less, the rescuer is dead.
So the Marquis of Sandline shook his head wide as if to switch stories.
I say with a deep, somewhere nostalgic impression. But only those eyes are incredibly sharp.
"Do, Mr. Ark. Have you thought about the example?
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Occasionally, Ark had been scouted by the Marquis of Sandline for not becoming a dedicated treasure hunter.
Treasure hunters are also the strongest hand tags in the Zebuldia Empire. No matter how many high level treasure palaces exist, it makes no sense without a hunter with just the strength to bring back treasure from there.
As a result, the nobles of each realm had taken a leap forward in acquiring outstanding hunters. The Arks are particularly attentive.
He is a hunter of nobility, so to speak. The hunters who take on the request in exchange for a certain reward.
Less freedom, but never a bad story for hunters either.
The exclusivity of the aristocracy is a kind of status for hunters.
They will also be able to receive material benefits. Perhaps you can get an excellent member by Conne. You may be able to enter the treasure hall where access is restricted.
One of the attractions is that you don't have to continue attacking dangerous treasure halls to earn a certain reward.
Above all, the exclusivity of the nobility is close to the top in the sense of 'trust', to which the Association of Seekers attaches importance.
It's a tattoo of Zebuldia's ruling power. However, the fact that it has become exclusive may even increase the level.
But Ark shook his head sideways with a gentle smile.
"It's an honor."
"Hmm... Rodin doesn't serve nobility, do you? Solis gave me a rough homework lesson."
"We still have things to do. Forgive me."
The first Rodin was a man worthy of the name of a hero, but it seems that troublesome rumblings arose from time to time with the power bracket.
There are things in every age that can't be helped by power alone. And that home training is probably one of the reasons Rodin's blood muscles have been going on indefinitely.
But that's not the only reason Ark doesn't serve nobility.
Ark hadn't gotten to what he wanted yet.
Few nobles, like the Marquis of Sandline, claim that arc is the most powerful hunter in the Empire.
There will be eyes, but it is never a mistake.
The more you say hunter, the more you get old, the less power you lose. Nor can the strongest hunter ever be the strongest. Arc, still in his mid-twenties, is also highly futuristic.
The strongest name among hunters is - bisected.
The Marquis Sandline says with a flashing look. its name, which has spread instantly in the last few years.
"" Thousands of Changes, "or"
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"" The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief). "The name is often heard. Bravery and notoriety. Now, I don't know if the day will come when a hunter will appear that threatens Rodin."
It was a blue sky thunderbolt. There were no rivals.
All the hunters who come to the Imperial City are named for themselves everywhere. But even in it, Ark protruded.
Of course, there are several beyond arc if only strength. But those are the ones who will catch up soon.
Once, Ark was only looking up there. That was enough.
Who can imagine? I didn't know what could emerge in the same age as Arc Rodin's rival with the strongest blood muscles and the greatest effort in the best possible environment.
Marquis Sandline threatens Rodin, he said. The word is a mistake.
There is no such word as' threatenable 'in Rodin's dictionary.
If a comparable talent has emerged, only intercept it squarely and directly from the front. Rather than just keep running alone, it is where you want it.
So Ark remembered the young man's face and said with a look like he had chewed up the bitter bug.
"But my lord. He is…" Thousands of Changes "is unmotivated from the bottom of his heart."
"Ugh......!?
The Marquis of Sandline gave an indescribable expression to the voice of a rare and careless arc.
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It was a sight to behold. I don't even care about the stiff feel of the stone golem replacing the chair.
I put my finger on the throat of a female exorcist who won't even fall down, and Citrine sighs and looks at me like I'm in trouble here.
The sour smell of a curved nose.
The lounge seemed scattered. Even though there is no sign of alcohol at each table, the magicians lie down as if they were drunk, and the stone golem cleans the diarrhea with a rag.
I know Citrine well. [M] She is intelligent, honest and discreet.
And as she had initially anticipated, the eight magicians couldn't charge my treasures.
Citrie's training was much more daunting than words.
Perhaps even they, who have been hunters for so long as magic guides, have never tasted magic depletion in such a short period of time in a row. And Citrie's special potion takes that energy even further.
"... hmm. I'm in trouble. Looks like he doesn't even have the energy to charge his magic anymore. Oh, of course, you're alive as promised, aren't you? I have a pulse. It's just that my consciousness-- I can't go back."
"Yeah, yeah... right"
"I'm also recovering my magic powers properly. The potion is actually something we use at our party over and over again, and don't worry about it. There's also a decent increase in the magic cap. It's just that my consciousness-- I can't go back."
"Oh, hey, you okay!? Hang on!!
Pushing over the shoulder-clamping citrie, the man hunter, who has been breathtaking and watching the trials, violently rocks the shoulders of his companions, who won't even move with Pickle.
The condition was unbelievable in the death of his companions, which occurred during the treasure palace search, and also seemed to lead to the corpse.
My heart hurts. I think I'm gonna throw up.
"Apparently they can't charge the magic of treasure without consciousness. I haven't trained enough. Unfortunately, that's all."
I didn't change my complexion after seeing how the corpses were all over the place, Citrine said.
Only one bottle of magic restorative medicine has been reduced yet. Instead, should I say it's amazing that the eight of us reduced one bottle...
The treasure charge was not over at all. I haven't even got half the charge on my junction finger.
Because there were only two magic guides in the first place with as much magic as they could charge a junction finger, except for Mr. Fubir.
It wasn't in vain because the other five were charged with other treasure items for that matter, but I should have secured the means to charge Lucia for her long absence in advance.
"? What's wrong? I'm not lying..."
He hugs his cloudy bubble-spitting companion and a brown-haired hunter stares at the citrie. Citrie blinked several times against that gaze and tilted her neck wonderfully.
No offense to Citrie. Either way, I wouldn't have been willing to use the Mages to crush them. She's been like that for a long time.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know this was going to happen... but you were all convinced, and there's a lot more magic, so say 'no problem'"
The voice was calm, but there was a strength there that would not allow objection.
He looked around at the other members looking at him like he was going to shoot him, and gave Citrie a look of sorry.
In the first place, this training (?) is not something that can be done without the person's satisfaction.
The other magicians who watched Mr. Fubir fall and lay low.
Every single one of them, for growth, for party, the only thing that is hard is now, if not for death, it is certainly Citrie who changed hands and rounded them up with his mouth.
But it was he who consolidated his resolve.
Well, that's the way they say it, it's for my people in front of everyone. I also find it hard to say no in a position if they say what it is, but I'll put that aside.
Hunter's actions are his own fault. There will be no one to look at Citrie's deeds and say her badly. Inside - no matter what you thought.
And he says he's gonna do it for the party, but the outfield can't stop it.
In other words, it's a sad story, but there was a reason why she kept being called "The Worst (Deep Black)," etc.
"Hih, that's too much...... so, more or less, is that potion really just a magic restorative!? I've never even heard of magic recovering all in just a few drops!
Lower your eyes to the members who raise protests with trembling voices, like Citrie was hurt.
A member who now had the same eyes even on his parents' animosity was upset by the expression that stirred up a very invisible desire for asylum.
The luxurious look of the hunter, the trembling voice makes her feel a little sorry even from me who knows her from time immemorial.
"Terrible...... I can't believe you doubted my potion. It's a neat magic restorative medicine (Mana Potion), just using a few rare materials and changing the dilution rate. It's very expensive... but you can look it up in the lab."
Wood golem takes a single potion out of the crate. In general, the citrie shook it lightly and placed it in front of everyone, which was delivered into a smaller bottle than the objects used by the hunters.
The black liquid is too obvious to look poisonous on the contrary.
"In the first place, the magic has all recovered because... it's very hard to say... that... your magic was low. Lucia is...... not going to recover with one bottle. Well, I do have a little better potion next time because magic restorative drugs taste better with low performance. If you have…"
Citrie narrows her eyes when she sees the wizards who are taken by each party and who have not yet regained consciousness.
Maybe...... it's just an evil push, but I'm disappointed in the wizards who have no sign of healing after putting aside time.
"I can't believe it's so easy to be strong, but I can't stand it in just four..."
Citrine's voice was not as kind as usual.
Sure, it seems easy to ask just the method.
But that's not what happens when hunters who kill each other flat with phantoms on the front line lose consciousness altogether. And there are eight of them, all of them. I guess it's unimaginably spicy.
Watching the victims of those magic charges builds up impatience before pity.
Lucia had shown one scale of her magical talent from the beginning. Perhaps she was the most gifted of the six early members of our Mourning Ghost.
So I wasn't aware of it at all, but to see the current tragedy... maybe Lucia was struggling quite a bit out of my sight, too.
When I came to Imperial City, there was only one treasure I had - a treasure that was not enough to gain just a little strength just by putting it on, and a very small amount of magic I needed.
My treasure charge has been in charge of Lucia from start to date. Lucia has never had an unpleasant face for an ever-growing collection - nothing.
It reminds me of Lucia's unscrupulous voice, and now colder sweats come out.
It's been cold lately. I was wondering if it was a late rebellion, but could this possibly be the cause?
Indeed, the recent increase in the number of treasure collections was not normal. It makes sense that what I do when I'm no longer involved in the treasure palace strategy is only as good as finding treasure or finding a sweet store.
"... could I have done something wrong to Lucia?
"Mr. Klee. Lucia's not weak enough to make a sound in a trial."
Turn around, Citrie smiles and responds instantly. I don't recall imposing a trial per se.
I decided to apologize while Lucia returned.
They didn't say anything. You don't think you have the right to protest now, because Citrie is my best friend?
However, you don't have to say anything. Your mood can tell from that harsh gaze.
I'm supposed to be the one who asked me to charge the treasure. You let Citrie pull the poverty lottery, huh?
One of them - the hunter who was nursing Mr. Fubille - opens his mouth.
I said it so that I could put it on, and Citrie said it in a frightened voice.
"What, such a scary face... drilling would be the hunter's real deal. Lucia took the same trial herself and didn't say a single cry. Instead, I think you should thank Klee for telling us how weak you are."
That's a bragging word. I don't want you to oil the fire.
Citrie laughed lightly at those who were stunned by its seemingly great content. With my index finger on my mouth.
"Talent, it's not something. Lucia and Klee's levels are only slightly higher than those of all of you here - because the trials we've been through - the amount of sweat, blood, and tears shed is only slightly higher than yours. Are you going to cry about the trials that hunters much younger than yourself have survived?
... he's still a valve-standing kid. Neither the countless gazes gathered nor the strong emotions or objects put into it.
My admiration comes before my shuddering. Tino also opens his eyes and listens to the words.
The hunter, who had opened his mouth until earlier, closes his mouth to its contents. I wouldn't even be able to say it back if they told me so far.
The irony is that I'm the highest level in this clan - I'm not sweating, blood, or tears at all?
But those who know it do not exist except for the members of The Mourning Ghost.
The stone golem holds the crate and leaves the lounge to clean up the cleaning tools.
Citrine took my arm and finally looked back at the members with a strange or harsh look on their face.
"Ah. I don't think so... If you're conscious and you have any problems, let me know. I'll keep my word. Sincerely, I'll deal with it, so"