Mana Materials strengthens all abilities of hunters. In addition to their pure physical abilities, they also include five senses, such as visual auditory tactile sensations, and resistance to poisons.
The alcohol coming out of a liquor store for hunters is so fucked up because hunters can't get drunk with normal liquor.
High level hunters are completely separate from the inside of the body.
The members of The Mourning Ghost are also not examples of this, and I've hardly seen Liz or Citrie in the past few years, such as where they get drunk.
But what happened to this?
A newly arrived silver ale (an ale twice as often as a golden ale) as Liz brightens her face red. famous for being on fire).
Citrie is also smiling as usual on the surface, but her gaze is clearly shifting.
The only ones who remained calm were me, who didn't consume a drop of alcohol, and Tino, who shrunk and solemnly vacated her cup so that the two sisters next door wouldn't get involved.
Citrie raises the unconventional voice of the rarely extended Lu Rhythm and gets tangled up. Completely drunk.
"Mr. Klee, don't you see me as a purse where money springs up on its own?
"Yeah, right..."
"Difficult... sister, did you hear that? Mr. Klee grabs a convenient woman about me."
"Red copper ale, in barrels. And bring everything from here to here on the menu. Two jocks. Cito, Wallet"
"Difficult..."
Liz raises the voice of a very out-of-the-box additional order as she single-handedly embraces the citrie as she cryes and imitates.
Our table had turned into a crucible of chaos.
One empty plate after another to the strong liquor that seems intoxicating even though I'm not even drinking just being on the side.
Until earlier, the other hunters, who had been looking at me jealously, were also turning their eyes to Liz and Citrine's eating.
A good hunter is a healthy family. There were a bunch of parties at the store, but the noise at our table would be the best.
A red copper ale is a liquor that is stronger than a silver ale. Alcohol is a liquor that is called just smelling and coloring.
A barrel with a faucet carrying a handful is carried in the cart. Liz swallowed up the poured reddish-brown liquid in one breath as she chewed through the bones of the boned meat.
The others at the table who perceived the contents shrugged. The alcoholic is not on a level.
Liz, wiping her mouth with her sleeves, let her put her hands on her cheeks like a sneak.
The sides with drunkenness and dyed cheeks are much more colorful than usual.
"Oh... I feel so good... it's been a while since I got drunk... Sito, you do a good job. Instead"
"... sister is too quick to tolerate... I kept it but no. No matter how strong you make it, you'll soon be able to tolerate it, and I don't know if I'll stop making it anymore..."
"Huh? That's your job, isn't it? If Citto doesn't do it, who's going to put up with everyone?
"Hardly... Klee Come on, your sister treats me like a convenient woman...!
"!! Sito, come on, you're telling me not to touch Cry!? It's strictly forbidden to touch you... Shh, shh! Tee, guard over there!
"............... Yes, sister"
"I'm lending you a ten-digit! Give it back to me with your body!
Liz guards the city trying to get around with her hands wide open. He's a little flustered, but he can still afford it.
"Alchemist" does not remove "Bandit (Sheaf)". I want you to show that defense when you're escorting me. Even with "junction fingers" I'm scared...
I'd stop if it was a real sisterly fight, but with a small scream, Citrine's expression seemed like fun.
Being warm is one of Citrie's virtues.
"Sounds fun... By the way, Citrine, I forgot my wallet..."
"Yes... it's a livestock..."
"Difficult..."
If I had around the anthem, they would replace me... well, no matter how much I ate and drank, the cost could be high. With Liz and Citrie, I don't need to use the lint.
I'm sure I'll return it later......
The Mourning Ghost came with a hold. I rarely have it, but it's probably the most annoying thing about Citrine.
As he sat down in his heart, at that time the doors of the fuselage entrance opened in momentum with loud noises.
The hustle and bustle subside slightly. The gaze gathers at the entrance.
What came in was a bunch of uniform travel outfits.
Slightly more for one party - eight, all men. All fully armed.
It is common as a hunter for all eight to be strong in stature, but even hostility was felt from that modus operandi, which looks around the tavern greatly.
Tino frowns and says in a small voice.
"You're new..."
Zebuldia, the Imperial capital, brings together outstanding treasure hunters from all over. Entry and exit of hunters, whether new veterans, domestic or international, are quite intense.
And since it's an important element for hunters to not be licked, the hunters just arrived are more or less tingly. Few wake up with the Emperor-based hunters.
Some of them go to other hunters to tangle themselves in order to clarify the relationship up and down first.
The most troublesome thing for me is that most of these people don't know the name "The Thousand Changes".
The two names of "Thousand Changes" are generally as famous as you would know if you were an imperial based hunter, but the world is huge, and even if you knew the name, you wouldn't be the first to know it until your face - that is, what you want to say, I was very susceptible to getting tangled up with looking miscellaneous fish.
The central figure was a big man.
Lightly dirty, but very sturdy, grey half-plate armor with a burnt brown coat. Shortly pruned dark hair with grumpy eyes.
He carries a sword as big as the Gilberto boy was carrying, but his physical stature is too different from that of the boy, so his intimidation is also out of digit.
The back length is close to two meters and the width of the width is thick accordingly. Compared to Mr. Gark and other well-physique hunters of war, it's no worse.
The most able-bodied hunter I know is a smashed and anthem, but the man who just walked in also gets in the ten fingers.
At least, I'm not a rookie. I get the impression from the look on the faces of other members that they are rubbing somewhere too. It would be reasonable to call a hunter who has made a name for himself in another country.
Is it because I came before I could yet determine my base in Imperial Capital that I am fully armed?
Citrie confirms the leader-like man from toe to toe of head and takes a hot sigh.
"It's a wonderfully forged flesh. The standing is also refined. I wonder if it's a high level hunter..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"What? Sito, is that good for you? Interesting."
Liz puts her legs together big and laughs with her nose. Tino looks at Citri unexpectedly, too.
Citrie looked at the man with just a feverish eye, without passing such a glance.
"To your sister, I don't know. After all, the male type is important for the base physical strength... the high absorption speed and limits of Mana Materials, the high level hunter, is perfect. Hey, Mr. Klee. What do you think?
I was suddenly shaken.
But did... did Citrie prefer Macchio? Because Citrine is a quiet type, I thought the preference of men might be that way, but there are so many things that I didn't even know.
Answer even though you feel a little unspeakable loneliness.
"Yeah, yeah, you are. I knew muscles were important."
"That's right... That's right, Mr. Klee, unlike your sister, I can talk to you! Kilkill, you made it out of joints, but the strength dropped a little... I was wondering if I needed another escort. Nice, I wonder how many levels..."
I don't think we're talking about something.
Citrie sees the hunter with eyes like a maiden in love.
She's essential to our party, but if Citrine wants to get out of the party, I'm here for her.
People have their way. I have no right to stop it. [M]
One day each face of The Mourning Ghost will also come down a different path.
"Hey, out of the way"
I just think that guy should stop.
A new line was quickly entangled in other hunters.
Approaching one of the tables, slap the head of the man hunter who was drinking for me onto the table without question.
The sound of a dish cracking. The air cools at once and the hustle and bustle stop for a moment.
It was the man around me who slapped him. He grins slightly and intimidating, looking down at other hunters whose consciousness has not caught up with the abrupt raiders.
"Huh... huh? What the hell? There are other seats open.
Without question, tap out the other members whose new line was on the table.
There was a difference in number of people. I was drunk. But above all, the new line was accustomed to such acts. The side that was on the table also had a weapon on its side, but shortly after I took it, I was kicked off the ground, surrounded and slapped.
It was unclear why I could still walk through the table with a giant wave. You're a criminal now.
But if you get caught at this level, Liz and Luke can be pretty bad, too. It's the end of the world.
One of the surroundings strips his teeth out and gives him a name in a tall voice. The eyes were right for everyone on this scene.
"Listen! We are - The Foggy Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist) - from The Foggy Country. And remember! This is Arnold Hale, the most powerful hunter in Misty Country!
Arnold didn't say anything to the introduction to the surroundings. Keep your arms together.
"Misty Country" … there is an ocean in between. Looks like you've come a long way. I wish I could go to another country if I were to cross the ocean anyway, well we're not in a position to complain because we came from outside, but it's not a pleasure to have more troublesome hunters in the city we live in.
I'm looking around Liz doing a stupid demonstration with her eyes round.
I snorted and sat back in my chair. [M]
Damn, if I was the only one here, I'd be accounting and just out.
Because the surroundings are powerful, I say it proudly.
"Listen carefully, both Bong Klu of the Empire. Mr. Arnold's level is seven."
7... so? How is that surrounded man like Sanoshita on the same level as Ark? Verily, the world is the end.
In fact, the criteria for level accreditation of the Explorers' Association are not uniform. Aside from talking about it when it gets to a high level, the ease of getting to a level can vary from branch to branch.
Some branches look solely at combat abilities, while others emphasize character. But a man who beats out other hunters without asking how much, level 7, is a terrible loss of hunter's character.
Let's make fun of Mr. Gark next time.
Liz slightly opened her eyes to the voice and tilted her neck.
"Heh... foggy country, or... never been there. Hey, Klee. Wouldn't Klee be level 10 if she was there?
"No, no... because Levels 9 and 10 seem to bring together branches from all over the place for scrutiny..."
I don't even want to level up in the first place.
"Uh... I was wondering if I could be level seven too if I crushed that?
"Mr. Kilkill, Level 7 based...... I want to be close. Hey, Mr. Klee, can I go? If you've just come, you don't even know him, and this could be - in chance?
Liz sighs deeply and Citrie is softening.
No one is worried about crushed hunters. I can't help but worry about you. [M]
Level 7. Even the assessment of a small country, its level of accreditation was a level worthy of taking two steps. Barbarian courage is a virtue for hunters, but at the same time, we need to be careful to calmly grasp our differences in power.
There are eight opponents. The opponent is fully armed, even if Hao Thunder Blast did not have the power to level with it. I have to say, the minutes are bad.
Make sure no one raises a voice of disobedience, laughing with their noses like Arnold made a fool of them.
"Hmm. You're just losing your back... and Empire is no big deal either. Hey, booze and women."
"Ugh."
Surround A looks around the store.
Unfortunately, few stores have cute clerks in a liquor store dedicated to hunters. I'm not even in this store.
Those narrowed eyes capture me in the back of the store, monopolizing three girls.
Its lips are distorted and it gives me a grin. Come on, are you telling me you're going to get your hands on some other party woman hunter?
Were you allowed in fog country? Is it Shura's country?
I have trouble getting you to lick it. I'll resist as much as I want. We're gonna resist, right?
Tino will resist, and Liz will do more, right? I don't know about Citrie, though.
Approaching as the surrounding A nibbles. And before I could speak to this one, Liz stood up.
Dye your cheeks and say with a full grin. Surround A opens its eyes to unexpected developments.
"What no? Do you want me to? I can't help it."
"Oh, sister, I'll take your place."
"Fine, you sit down. Let me show you an example. Oh, come on, Ru."
Liz puts her finger on her lips colorfully and makes her wink. That's the look on your face when you prank.
She has a lot of exposure. Less irregular to the body, but a little chest if you look good, and a healthy tone to peeled skin. He's got a neat face, and if he doesn't know his nature, he'll show it very attractively.
"Oh, sister, it's sloppy!
"Early Winner"
Liz pours a red copper ale out of a barrel into a jock in front of a surrounding A that looks down at me and gives me an ugly grin.
The nose of the surrounding A moves for a moment and gives a strange look. I guess I understood from the smell that its contents were super altitude numbers of liquor.
But before he could raise his voice, Liz walked out to the jock with one hand.
Liz jocks with one hand and approaches Arnold's table without ever stopping grinning.
Their gaze crawls through Liz's skin. Check your stomach, thighs, chest, and finally, check the appearance of "Heaven's Origin (Highest Roots)" and frown.
But generally the surface was nasty and nasty. You know Liz, you haven't even noticed that some of the hunters around you are blue.
Arnold was the only one with a look that didn't seem interesting.
Maybe...... he's a big tittie.
"... sit down. What's your name?"
"You want a drink, don't you? I'm in a good mood right now, so I'll give you a special treat. Liz, do it."
And Liz didn't answer the question - she turned the jock in her hand upside down over Arnold's head.
As the name suggests, a red copper ale descends on its face.
"Nah!"
"I'll give you a jock, too. Awesome! I can even disinfect it! Two birds with one stone or a big invention?
Shortly after he raises his voice, Liz jocks and punches Arnold in the head, who was sneezing with alcohol.
With the momentum as it was, I lifted my legs high and kicked the surrounding ABCD, which I didn't understand the current situation by turning and kicking it. A huge wooden table caught up in it floats the universe wide.
The hunters around him were stunned. Beat Arnold over and over again with a jock where Liz only has a handle left with a high laugh.
Citrine stood up, screamed, and fell down on me.
"Oh, sister, cool! She wanted me, but she didn't want me. Always take everything I want... pay attention to your sister, Mr. Klee"
"I don't think so."
Screams and yells echo. I'm gonna turn my arm behind my neck and stroke poor Citrie's head as she hugs me.
I was looking at Citrie with the kind of eyes Tino would even see in the devil.
Are you mad at me later? Do you want to start accounting now?