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

"No, it may be unlucky for Lord Arnold - let's call it the greatest luck for this town. I didn't expect Lord Level 7 Certified Hunter to come by chance..."

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To the fat mayor speaking with a bright look, Arnold did not put his heart on the table and nodded to Eagle Deep.

The town of Gras, the VIP room of the city hall present in the centre. So, Arnold and the others were welcomed as hunters who saved the town.

The look on the mayor's face and the look on the faces of his men around him are all equally bright.

The mayor sends a compliment of letting go to Arnold, who sits back trying to keep himself on a luxurious looking couch.

"And I didn't expect just eight of us to overwhelm that horde of abominable oaks - that's level seven! I heard you recently came from outside the country, but you are exactly the messenger of salvation for this city!

"Mayor, he said the orcs weren't the only ones who showed up."

"Oh, you did -"

Overcoming the fierce battle, the outfit, which was bloody at the time of the town, turned into something already clean, and the wounds sustained have already recovered in the potion.

But Arnold's inner heart still had a struggle to be freed, a simmering rage. The mayor doesn't notice, but his buddies realize the energy behind Arnold's sparsely spoken eyes is still going to explode.

I don't bump my anger at the mayor who talks without knowing anything in front of me because I understand very well that it means nothing to bump my anger at the powerful for no reason.

Top-notch hunters excel at every ability. Some of them include endurance.

But still, when I think back to what happened at the gate - the Shadows Unleashed on Arnold, my bowels seemed to boil back.

When I get distracted, I want to throw everything out and get into the chase. What holds it back is the fact that the opponent is a troublesome prey, although some of his companions are injured and unprepared.

Top-notch hunters will never forget my difference in power.

The mayor opened his eyes and shook himself as if he had preceded a rough hero.

"The Spirit of Fire has appeared."

Yes. Arnold narrowed his eyes.

A second sunny living flame, rising and descending from the sky.

Appearing before the Orcs and Arnold, who fought to death against the angry demons, was two days before the Spirit who fought in Elan.

If this is a coincidence, Arnold is probably the unluckiest man in his life right now.

It's just luck that Arnold and the others survived with five bodies of satisfaction.

And the sparkling fiery essence burned the flock of oaks like a play, and the flock of demons, every Arnold and the others, and flew away.

The power of a genuine superior spirit transcends the attack magic of a superior magician. Arnold and parts of the herd of demons remained burnt because the attack of the Spirit was only a play.

Still, a strip containing the streets became a burning field. If anything walks down the street to the town of Gras now, its tragic - you will marvel at the mass demonic corpses that cover the burnt earth.

You remember the battle, Ei standing next to you complaining only rarely.

"... Damn. We're not familiar with this land... but does the Spirit live around it? We've never bumped into a spirit twice in such a short period of time."

"Yes, no, no, that shouldn't be - even in this Zebuldia, the Spirit is only about in nature beyond man's control. Or I remember coming out on the side of a town like this with a first-rate magician at my service."

"I know. I know, if spirits like that come out all the time, it's business up here. Hey, Mr. Arnold?

Arnold nods heavily at Aye's words. But Arnold's attention was so far removed from the mayor.

The Spirit and the mighty King of Orcs are all over. It was a death fight, but it was the Fog Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist) that survived. I can't help but think about what's done.

But apart from that - you can't allow the Thousands of Changes to work that are licking this one.

From previous history, it was clear that The Thousand Changes was impersonating and mocking the Arnolds.

It's unclear what you're going to do and how you detected the case, but it's a clear violation of Treasure Hunter's code. No, even if it wasn't - if I kept my mouth shut, the name of Hao Thunder Flash would fall.

Too much force makes my teeth feel smudged. I said it with a grin so full that the mayor hated it.

"Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure there are no more herds of oaks that were threatening the town of Gras. Only minimal damage was done to the knights and hunters who convened them. It's trivial, but I'll give you a town and welcome you. And the rewards, of course."

"... no... I'll be out in a minute"

Arnold's words, the mayor, the other citizens he was packing, and the other members he was holding back, all turned their eyes round.

Regardless of small towns and villages, towns about the size of gras are rare to give towns and welcome them. It also leads to honor as a hunter.

Arnold would also accept the offer if it were normal, but under the instigation of "The Shadow," he wouldn't mind being entertained.

Given that Shadowy attitude, The Thousand Changes would not be alert to Arnold and his followers. Even if you're sensing, you're not on alert.

That's what people call alarm. Arnold must regret insulting the Fog Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist) before.

But even if you hadn't handled the tracks, the more time you had, the harder it would be to track them.

Reinforce the baffled mayor again, Arnold says.

"I'm sorry... I have something to do. I can't stay long."

I look at Arnold, who, as the mayor surprised, manages to stop his anger by only floating his face.

"I see... level seven hunter thing, no time to rest," he said. Could it have been in the middle of a request?

"A...... Mr. Arnold, it sucks to go deep under the circumstances of the party right now. The three of us are dying, at least two days a day, if we can't rest our bodies - the consumables are totally teased, and our gear is worn out. Safe members aren't out of fatigue."

Aye lurks his voice and reports back.

The herd of oaks and the Spirit of Fire - the Fire Fairy - had done a great deal of damage to Arnold and the others' parties, whose battle fatigue in the town of Elan had not escaped.

The carriage that had just come to Empire City and bought it was half-baked, and the horse it was pulling was already dead. Instead of fighting strong enemies, it's a difficult situation to even travel.

You mistook the purpose of the Arnolds, the mayor says with a serious look.

"Even here, let us work together as best we can. I'll arrange anything you need."

Reflect.

I appreciate the mayor's words, but whatever the consumables are replenished, it hurts to repair weapons. I also lost all the wagons I had just bought in Teito, and I also used the horses in the death fight, so I need to buy them again.

Full maintenance will be difficult and time consuming in a town of this size. The kind of delusion we did in the town of Elan no longer works.

Arnold was silent for a while, but he tongued loudly and looked back at his people. My companions step back to that bitter look.

"................................. Damn. Three days - no, I'll do something in two days. Ai, arrange it. Load more consumables. Prepare the carriage for larger items - increase the rank of the horses. Next.................. Decide"

"Ooh!

No matter where you run away, I'll definitely make you pay for all the bumps you've had.

Despite having eyes and eyes, Thousands of Changes turned back as if to say they were not interested.

In the eyes of the crowd, The Shadow released insulting words against the tired Arnolds.

After two fierce battles, Arnold Hale's will will will never wane.

§ § §

"The master is God. The master does not overlook trouble or the weak. So if you follow the trouble, you'll get to where the master is. You know? '

I have no idea. That's what Ruda thought at the time to the words of 'friends', spoken with pale, but extraordinary calories.

But now Luda somehow knows what that means.

"Ray... Jing...? What the hell is going on?

"The cause is currently under investigation. But he went out about two days ago."

A young soldier who was managing his entry into town gives a strange look and sees Luda.

It's real. A real troublemaker. Besides, according to the story, a nasty guy who flushes it to people.

I was surprised when I heard "A Thousand Trials," but it's terrible. The first time I met him at the Beginning Footprints (First Steps) memberships venue, I was surprised at how that didn't look too good, but if this was happening intentionally - even if it was to work out the purpose - Klee Andrich must have been a human skinned demon.

"Yes... haven't you heard where we're going or something?

"You're not registered... Well, if you're a hunter, it's not uncommon not to register"

Did you put it in wrong...... and I don't know where you're going. It would have been a simple story if we could have caught him in the first town, but it wouldn't have worked that well, would it?

It was just in the middle of Ruda's bargaining for a request that Ruda received from the Branch Manager.

The reason I was given the letter was because I had minimal strength and trust, I knew Klee's face - and even a little experience of adventuring with Klee.

Why did you think you were at first, but the reward was so broken that you didn't think you'd just deliver the letter, and there was no reason not to take it.

Originally the delivery of letters is occasionally a request to be issued. Because the hunter receiving the premise requires a lot of trust, Luda never received it, but it's incredible if you think the trip is a request to receive it.

Still, it would be hard if we were looking for people, but this time we also know where we're going. It's Count Gladys territory. All you have to do is contact the department that controls access to the town in the meantime and follow the footsteps.

It was supposed to be an easy request. But the clouds are already suspicious in the first town.

Spirits that rarely appeared in people attacked the town. Not a very pleasant story, albeit after it's already over.

I have a bad feeling.

Whether that was an alarm or just an illusion that my inquiry as a bandit was sounding, I frowned and took it seriously, and there was a voice from behind.

"............... what, you misplaced it? Where have you been?

"... I don't know"

Sigh deeply in a slightly higher voice.

Rouda is not the only one who received the request this time. Coincidentally, the party that was watching the bulletin board at the same time is also receiving it jointly.

Ruda, who is always a solo, has never partied on an ad hoc basis, but if that member was also with him the last time he had a terrible look in [the White Wolf's Nest], there is no reason to get weighed down.

Gilberto Bush asked the young soldier out loud as he went out in front of Ruda without looking particularly distracted.

"I see... then - hey, you know where there's been trouble lately in this nearby town or something? This is where level eight hunters are likely to drop by."

"Hey, don't do anything unsolicited"

"That's what Tino said, isn't it? I don't have the ability to track. Our party specializes in treasure palace offense!

Why are you following me when I said I was enough alone?

Ruda sighed deeply as she saw Gilberto's party members approaching with regret.