Dawn from the feast of hell, I was in the Clanmaster's room listening to a report from Eva.
Generally, clans organized by treasure hunters are fairly appropriate organizations.
It was originally an organization created by Treasure Hunters' parties to help each other. Because of the few procedures and conditions required to form, the nomenclature is clan, but it even exists where it has no particular function.
And it's not like those organizations don't make sense.
For treasure hunters who are close to self-employed, that's the only thing in the 'organization' that has certain strengths. In the first place, there's no way my strong hunters can come together to create a decent organization.
On the other hand, the Beginning Footprint is different.
When I formed the clan, Eva and I hired professional clerks in every field to throw everything at us.
I'm in the mood to retire from Hunter now, but back then I wanted to stop being a Hunter as close as I could get to self-immolation. The Mourning Ghost's Attack Treasure Hall began to cross Level 5, and every time we searched, we all began to wander, and we began to feel strongly that our lives were in danger and that we were an intense bundle of feet.
Honestly, I didn't think I could make such a big clan in one go.
Though I spoke, I didn't even think The Black Gold Cross or The Son of the Holy Spirit (Arc Brave) would be on my side, and I thought blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
When they say what was good, I'm actually still not sure. Maybe it was a good thing I didn't work at the inaugural party because I was smashed and incompetent.
While I was nodding appropriately, with the help of competent clerks, The Footprints of Beginning was (of whatever size) top-notch in Imperial City.
Clean and prominent clan house, benefits starting with food and drink in the lounge. He also replenishes items and sells treasure equipment on his behalf, and has a dedicated training ground.
The Explorers Association has also got features that have not been beaten, but one of them - a reliable information network.
I don't remember giving you instructions, but maybe Eva did something good for me.
I have no idea what kind of logic this is made of, but the Footprints now have a lot of fresh information.
"Sounds real...... level seven Arnold Hale. He seems to be a hunter promoted for crusading Thunder Dragon. Level certified is Fog Country - The Explorers Association of 'Nebulanubes'. As a branch, it is weak, so I wonder if there is any..."
And if you need to know something, Eva will tell you more or less. There were too many good people around me. [M]
He who should have is an excellent secretary. Which is more like Eva's head than a secretary, but I'm confident I'll die instantly when she's gone. I can't sleep with my legs turned. Besides, she's beautiful. I have nothing more to hope for.
You can fatten your stomach with your dues, so please don't stay until I retire.
"Real, huh............... here we go"
I took a deep sigh at Eva's words, which were mentioned lightly.
I was wondering if there was any chance I was cheating on a high level, but apparently I didn't see it coming.
In that case, Liz stopped beating the hunters of the war who came from outside without question. I got more worries.
Liz's certification level is six, but members of The Mourning Ghost are stronger than that level because they attack an unduly high level of the Treasure Palace.
So it's not weird that level seven Arnold unilaterally lost, but the problem is that that was a complete surprise.
I will leave it at this time because it is a futile argument about which is worse.
There's no way a hunter like he's been to level seven can grow up so easily. Arnold will have his bowels boiled back by now. If you lost from the front, you'd still be convinced, but that only deepens the resentment.
And hunters, with some exceptions such as the Guardian Knight (Paladin), are more aggressive than defensive.
Whatever the Shadows, there is a good chance of losing if a high level hunter strikes you by surprise. Liz is constantly on the battlefield, but it won't mean she has zero gaps.
"Thunder Dragon is so strong... if you defeated it and got two names, you wouldn't be weak"
What should I do?
Dragons are the strongest synonym among demons.
In a word, dragons exist in many different kinds. Sometimes subdragons can be divided into pure dragons, ancient dragons, etc., or they can be divided into habitats, such as flying dragons, land dragons, and sea dragons.
Well, they're all powerful enemies to hunters, but Thunder Dragon (Thunder Dragon) was a particularly troublesome dragon that manipulated lightning freely.
Or, basically, thunder is rarely strong in any field.
Its speed decay is extremely difficult to avoid, and sound and impact easily prune the hunter's consciousness with an enhanced flesh. It's impossible to prevent it with metal armor first because it conducts, and only a fairly superior magician has the art of manipulating thunder, even a magician.
If you can manipulate thunder, even a rabbit is a powerful enemy. If the dragon manipulates it, it will already suck. I die.
I put my arms together and frowned, and Eva asked me where I was worried.
"Have you fought before?
"All I can say... yes. I was just wondering if it would be really delicious if I baked it with a sweet spicy sauce."
"Oh, really..."
"You're starting to get hungry..."
I've encountered it before, but only Liz and I fought to hide in the shadows.
Definitely stronger than I am, but I don't know how it was for Liz and the others. The gear was blurry, but there should have been no serious injuries, etc.
I vividly remember that it was just juicy and so delicious that Citri cooked it for me after I knocked it down, but maybe that was also just delicious with the special sauce. Citrine was a child of sorts.
"I haven't eaten in a long time..."
"…… there are no stores in Imperial Capital that serve the meat of thunder dragons. It's a rare and expensive ingredient in the first place, and I've heard of making it edible."
"I know. Hmmm......"
What's the matter......
For now, it's definite to put a complaint in Mr. Gark, but hunters get acquiesced in fights with each other unless there's a good reason.
I've known Mr. Gark for a long time, so he should stab me with about a nail, but that didn't even look like the kind of sexual root that would fit in.
If I had to sneak down, I'd be grounded as much as I wanted, but it's weird that I'm grounded in that stream. I'm not convinced.
I think about it for a while, but I can't think about it because I'm hungry.
I've been worried about it for a while, but eventually I decided to give up thinking.
I'm sure Liz would be fine if she accidentally hit me...... I'm used to it, and this isn't the first time she's been targeted for buying hunter grudges.
Have Mr. Gark stab me in the nail and speak up to be vigilant... is that about all I can do?
Second, I notice Eva waiting for my word in silence.
Poor thin purple eyes peering this way. I've known Eva for a long time. I know exactly what she's thinking.
Unlike me, she is a handful. I appreciate you powdering yourself up about me, just an employer, but I'm too handy.
I don't mind if you distract me a little longer.
I clapped my shoulders and let out a long sigh.
"Ha... Eva's going to talk about the Teriyaki, so I'm hungry and I can't think about it."
"!? I didn't!?
Eva opens her eyes to exaggeration and argues.
It's just a joke. You don't have to raise your voice like that......
"I think it's best to be peaceful... well, I can't care less if I tell Mr. Gark about this once and for all. All right, let's go get some Teriyaki."
"I'll get back to you from mine.... thunderdragon?
I just laughed a little at Eva for asking me horrible things like that.
"Well, let's keep that another time. Thunderdragons are delicious, but chicken isn't bad."
Earlier, you said that there was no store in Teito, but the people who could do it are also top notch in joke sense.
I also want to apprentice. [M]
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It's been a long time since I've had a hand ache in my eyes so far.
The 'Fog Country' that I was based in - in Nebulanubes, it was a long time since there was no one to turn against.
The highest level of hunters based in Nebulanubes, a small country, is 7.
Among them, the disaster that struck the country - Arnold Hale, who intercepted the Thunder Dragon and crusaded after the Death Fight, The Fog Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist) was known as the most powerful party.
The Arnolds, who were the strongest in both fame, even had a glimpse at the upper levels of the country of fog.
Arnold and the others decided to leave such a cozy country in order to go higher.
In the land of fog, there were sometimes only five treasure palaces around, and there were limits to becoming a hunter.
You need to gradually increase the level of the attacking Treasure Palace to attack a high level of Treasure Palace and absorb Mana Materials to become stronger.
There was an overwhelming shortage of battlefields in Nebulanubes.
I was confident.
Even in small countries, very few hunters are accredited to level 7. Among them, Arnold is a hunter specializing in combat skills.
As a party, Arnold, the leader, is strong with one head missing, but the other members are all confident in their arms. Additionally, if we have more people than the average party, we won't lose out on hunter-to-hunter fights first.
I knew the Zebuldia Empire would say that it was also an ugly hunter power to compare to Nebulanubes and others. I also understood that there would probably be several hunters there who were more level than me.
But I never meant to lose.
"Damn, that bitch... let her get off guard. I didn't mean to hit you by accident... you can't forgive me"
Arnold's one-armed man, who used the expensive potion he had stockpiled and managed to heal his wounds to the point where he could move - Aye roarse his nose.
The equipment has changed from the armor I wore shortly after I arrived to cloth. Because it was damaged by a brawl in the tavern.
After a night of brawling in the tavern, the Misty Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist) managed to set its course, pushing and killing strong anger and slight fears, and visiting the Explorers Association Teito Branch.
Fog Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist) is a high level certified party. High level hunters are favoured in the Seekers Association.
It is common sense to speak up when changing the base because it is often convenient for you to do so.
The Explorers Association of the Imperial Capital was a much bigger building than the one in my home country.
The number of hunters coming and going is also out of digits. In front of the counter, a number of parties pass just sitting in the lobby chair. Armed and racially diverse, it seems to be an unthinkable bustle in Nebranubes.
But few are strong enough to keep an eye out for just a large number. No one calls out to the new face that formed in one of the lobby's paintings.
Arnold devours his teeth as he frowns at the twitchy, headache and is surrounded by party members.
It was yesterday's sight to cross the back of your brain. A shock that shook my head at the unbehind-the-scenes smile of the woman who suddenly attacked me.
What was in my chest was not simple anger.
Alert to surprise attacks is natural for hunters. Not to mention that this is the Empire City that has just arrived - not a hometown with a well-known name.
I didn't expect to be ambushed all over town or anything, but I had a mindset. Arnold's power would have allowed the hunter to fight back even if he had been struck by surprise.
That, on the one hand, was beaten and beaten down. This one's eight, and there's only one opponent. Though there was alarm on Arnold's part, he wasn't even drunk or drunk yet.
Because I have confidence in my skills, I can understand that they are not the only ones.
Fighting phantoms and demons is not the same as fighting between hunters.
But that woman was used to beating people up. A perfect unintentional blow without a moment of hesitation - a heavy blow taken at a few moments when he was exposed to alcohol and his consciousness was blank.
No matter how thick the layers of imperial hunters are, I don't think there are hunters who would faint Arnold fortified with Mana Materials in one blow. He was probably also a well-known hunter in this imperial capital.
You can't keep doing this. One act at the tavern has been seen by many hunters.
The name of Fog Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist) will be scratched if it is unilaterally defeated by an ambush and pulled back. In the future, Arnold is going to give his name in this hunter's sanctuary. You can't be licked.
"One-on-one...... if you fight from the front, there's no way Mr. Arnold loses!
One of the party members. The youngest of the members, Juster, turns red in his face and says with all his strength.
But I can see that the voice contains a slight fear.
Hunter, who slapped Arnold down, apparently didn't stop his hand even after Arnold lost consciousness, and kept hitting him with a high laugh.
Juster entered The Misty Thunder Dragon after Arnold and the others had already become unknown parties in Nebulanubes.
For this young hunter, who has always been part of the best party, it must have been enough experience for the confidence he had to be crushed that the party would be overwhelmed by just one hunter.
Until now Arnold has been admired for his skill. There is nothing like a loss of trust from a member once, but the little one put in could one day lead to a fatal situation.
You can't make natural enemies. You can't be a loser with no skill to exchange.
"I don't know who it is, but I'll put it on before I drop it"
The members are relieved by Arnold's declaration.
Look at the giant blade shining in dull gold placed beside you. Arnold's weapon I didn't even have time to set up at the tavern.
It is a sword that houses the power of thunder, based on the material of the thunderdragon that struck the land of fog. It is also the origin of Arnold's two names - Hao Thunder Flash.
Lick your lips. The head wound, which should have healed, was dull and painful.
The highly healing high-class potion has been used on severely injured members, so it was the middle-class stuff that healed Arnold's own wounds. As a result, there were scars on my forehead like mite swelling.
Now I'm not going to complain about one or two of the scars.
The pain I feel is also an illusion. The wound is healed by potion and enhanced natural resilience.
Arnold found out. There's only one thing phantom pain wants. It's a rematch with that hunter who made the wound.
And it's only then that we win - that this pain will go away.
"This is a chance. That woman - probably a well-known hunter in this empire as well. Beat from the front and the foil will come on. At least there's nothing you can lick. No one came to Nebulanubes - it's convenient to get your blunt arm back."
"... I see. If you think about it, you might have been lucky in a way."
Until then, Aye, who had an indignant look on his face, shuddered with Zokri and gave him a deep grin.
What Arnold is looking for is not a simple increase in certification levels. Nor is it glory on the surface.
Strength. And we have strong enemies to get it.
One act in the tavern was unexpected, but it sucked, but it turns out that there are strong men in Imperial City, as rumors have it.
Then all you have to do is control everything and go beyond.
When you calm down, you'll need to find out the name of that enemy.
That intense temper, you should know as soon as you get a little from the hunters around there.
"Bad. You made me wait. You're from Nebula Nubes, level seven.
I'll give you a face. It was a giant man who wouldn't take a pull from Arnold who called me.
Ei opens his eyes and takes a step back as if Juster was barometric.
Deep wounds that run countless times on the arms and feet to enlarged muscles that can be clearly seen even from above the uniform. Large tattoos are engraved on his face, and his sharp eyes look down on Arnold and his people.
I wonder if my age is one turn higher than Arnold's - but from its standpoint, the enormous amount of energy that I have hidden has been passed on to me with a shine.
Apparently, the branch manager in Teito was a former superior hunter. Rumors had been heard, but Arnold crooked his lips and laughed at the appearance of more masterpieces than he could have imagined.
Get up off the couch. His height is almost equal - sharp gaze and gaze bump into each other.
The Branch Manager of Misty Country was a whole fat pig-like man. He seemed quite capable as a chief, but he wasn't worth it as a warrior.
Every time I met Arnold, a slight colour of awe was hidden in his eyes, but what about the man in front of me?
Gark grips the hand he offers. I try my hand, but I grip it back with more force than that.
Strong. Not even if you're supposed to be retreating from the front line - this power!
"Oh. You're the - Gark Branch Manager, huh? Arnold Hale, level seven. I'll take care of you for a while."
"You've come a long way. You said you crusaded Thunder Dragon? High level hunters are welcome."
Apparently you already have the information.
To Gark's words, the members relax. That's when Gark added as he came up with it.
"I don't think it's too much of a problem. Only with him."
It's an inclusive way of saying it.
To Arnold, who frowns, Gark Branch Manager distorts his thick lips and continues to grin viciously.
"Oh, don't get me wrong. It's not about you. There are a lot of troublesome people in Imperial City."
"Troublesome people?
Ei standing next to me gives me a suspicious look.
Rubbing on treasure hunters is a routine tea meal. It is not uncommon for a person to have one foot in a criminal.
I wonder how many people the branch manager who knows that dares to say 'troublesome people' etc.
"Oh, yeah. You've met him, too, haven't you? They're contacting me. They beat you to the shadows in the tavern?
"Sorry, you'd be surprised, wouldn't you? Liz is - level six, but he's a crazy bastard who bites me too, Branch Manager -"
In front of Arnold, who opens his eyes, Gark laughs bitterly and tries to flaunt his shoulders.
I'm sorry, he says, etc., but I don't see the will to apologize from that look. No, on the contrary - Arnold even felt like he was looking down somewhere.
A citation squirted in a liquor store, a countryman unilaterally beaten by a woman of lower level than herself.
Strength is what is honored in Treasure Hunters. I should be trying to keep some fairness beyond being a member of the exploratory staff, but its eyes are cynical everywhere.
Doesn't it contain branches of small countries? Do you really have the strength to work in Imperial Capital?
It may be my fault, but it was humiliating.
Gark went on without saying anything in particular to Arnold and the others who chewed and glanced at his teeth.
"Oh, there's an apology coming from his owner. I was just a little excited to hear about level seven, and I'm not letting you hand it to me again, so let's do it. Well, you must have been wondering in your first imperial capital, but I hear you guys were making a scene, too. Please forgive me for fighting this time."
"Keeping...... Lord?
If it was also shocking that an apology was coming, the word owner was even more shocking.
I did get the impression of a beast from that appearance of an ambush without hesitation, but I didn't look like a woman to be kept by someone. But there's no reason for Chief Gark to lie.
"Well, you can believe it. He's not the kind of guy who forgives' weak bullying '. Be a good girl. You won't be doing anything anymore."
It was like a comforting voice.
In that voice color, Arnold felt a chill that he was not angry, but inexperienced.
He said level six, but that woman was a strong man.
Strong strength to support it in the fierce temper of attacking hunters who proclaim a higher level than themselves without hesitation.
You don't look like the kind of person that goes under someone. What is it that you need to be able to follow such a beast?
If Hunter is the one who obeys, then there is only one answer - strength.
That, too, is overwhelming enough to subjugate a beast that is not foresighted enough to launch an attack on the branch manager.
How much is that? Liz and I are attacking Arnold. Then it is self-evident reason to think that it is above Arnold.
Ei was listening to the words with a slightly bluished look. Perhaps we have come to the same conclusion as Arnold.
Whether you're guessing about it or not, Gark slaps his hand heavily.
"Oh, yeah. The owner - he wants to ask you guys something from The Thousand Changes. He's a five-finger hunter in the Imperial Capital, and it won't hurt to make a relationship."
"Please... you say?
Thousands of changes. To Arnold, who engraves the name deeply into his head, Gark said with a laugh.
"I'll give you the money, so I want you to get the Thunder Dragon. He hasn't wanted to eat it in a long time since he heard about you guys knocking down Thunder Dragon. Well, there's no deadline, so keep it in the corner of your head. Good luck, dragon slayer."