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

Arnold's mouth, lying powerless, is plunged into the citrie's thin-water potion.

Half-opened eyes tremble and a face that was bright blue instantly regains blood. That was such a rapid change that Ei, who had a rugged look on his side, was stunned.

Apparently, the magic of detoxification did not work. He received a strong poison, but the variety varies, even with poison and a bite. That's not going to happen unless you give them the best antidote.

Arnold, whose death was clearly imminent until earlier, wakes up physically with a tense look.

Is level seven a monster?

"!? What... or your body... lightly..."

"It's a very expensive recovery drug. Naturally, I'll charge you later. It's better than dying."

Speaking of which, Citrine was Arnold's favorite.

I thanked Citrie, who seemed very happy, with an indescribable look on her face.

"Oh, oh, thank God. Damn, you made a debt................ What was the type of poison?

".................. not in general circulation, it is a poison that kills hunters. A good alchemist's hand is essential for refining - probably flowed from Akasha. His name is... Sofia."

"... a name I've never heard of"

"Me and Tee are also tolerant - I had the medicine and it was right"

Exactly, citrie you can count on when you're in trouble. Arnold chased me around scattered, but I don't even think I should die.

In the meantime, my life is no longer in the way, so I'm going to listen. And I immediately felt like I was going to throw up a little bit.

Apparently, for some reason, this city is being attacked by bandits now.

That too, according to Arnold's testimony, is the Barrel Bandits who had just heard their names the other day and had a request for nomination from Count Gladys. He is an outrageous thief who is flirting with the regular Knights.

The city of Surus is quite close to Gladys territory, but there is a mountain between it and Gladys territory. How could this happen?

I say to me in a nightmarish situation, with a smile that makes Citrine blossom.

"I can't believe that cautious barrel bandits attacked me... I couldn't have predicted that either. Sure, I'm convinced of that secrecy too!

... Why, Citrie, you seem so happy...

There is no Liz only at times like this.

No, according to Citrie, quite a few of them are approaching from the outside, so you might be lucky that Liz, who loves to jump into those groups, isn't there (well, she just went looking for a dragon in the mountains without giving up).

Arnold stands up, exhales deeply hot breath, and says in a low voice. I was dying just now, and it's so intimidating.

"Shit, I got caught off guard once, but I'm not gonna step on the same thing twice."

"Please calm down, Mr. Arnold. You owe Mr. Klee. Shouldn't we obey now? Or will the hunters of the Fog Nation not even return the favor they received?

"Huh... Damn it!

Citrie...... what do you say.

When Arnold glances at me with the kind of eyes he shoots to death and hits me in the tongue, I put my arms together and sit down somewhere.

I don't have a plan. [M] I don't have the strength. While Tino was fighting so hard, I was in a hot spring, wasn't I?

I snapped my fingers immediately. [M]

"Okay, I've made up my mind. Let's get Mr. Arnold and the others to take it all down. I'm in a hot spring."

"Huh!?

Arnold peels his eyes into words he was half serious about. Eides, the other members of The Misty Thunder Dragon are also blatant.

My defensive instincts worked in that reaction, and I immediately flipped my words and actions.

"Just kidding. joke..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

It remained completely flushed into the situation. Ai speaks to me in a serious voice. [M]

"... we don't even know how many enemies there are. Situation. This one has levels 8 and 7... but as far as I can tell, the opponents are a pretty dominant bunch. It is our view that we should act with caution. They also have hostages."

I see... I would very much like to escape. Did you skip the gathering of the White Sword and soak it in the hot springs? Did it go down in heaven's punishment because of what you were doing?

With me, I want to do something about it. The hot springs in this city are an unbearable substitute for the Bandits.

And so I remembered the words the mask had said earlier.

"I can tell by the number. About three hundred people. Coming from the sky, too."

"... what!?

"Also, of course, there may be some errors..."

That's what the mask said. Because it's not my ability, I don't know if it's credible, but the mask is a treasure.

The function of an item is sometimes more accurate than a human being.

There's nothing I can do when I know how many people there are, but I think I might come up with a better way around Citrine.

Tino looks at me like he's nervous. Turning a proper gaze, Citrie said blinking her eyes.

"About three hundred, is it... The requisition said the Barrel Bandits were around a hundred..."

"... Well, there may be an error..."

"Will two hundred people go into some error"

"Yeah, right..."

Arnold stares at me with a guillotine eye, but he has trouble telling me. Say it to the mask.

My gaze is focused on me. Why are you looking at me? Think desperately while keeping atrophy out of the table.

The size of Citrie's escape to the strength of even letting Level 7 faint. And I can't find the hostages that would probably be taken and the favorable material. The situation is hopeless.

... Yeah, yeah, you're always right.

And I've been meditating on my eyes for a while, but I realized something.

"Citrie, you said the Barrel Bandits were around a hundred, right?

"Yes, that's right...... it's just information from Gladys, and it's possible they were covering up numbers. Their level of caution is quite considerable."

"I see..."

Put your arms together and nod like the best.

This is... maybe, maybe not?

Arnold caught my eyebrow when I smiled unexpectedly.

The number of people in the mask is 300. Think calmly, the difference between the number of barrel bandits in the previous information is too intense. If the previous information is incorrect, the Knights of Gladys would have checked it out. Impossible.

In the first place, it's hard to imagine how many large bandits have a vehicle that can fly through the sky. A flying phantom beast that a person can ride is super fancy. even more expensive than platinum hoses.

The difference in numbers from the previous information and the otherwise difficult raider to think about coming down from the sky.

There was one conclusion to be reached.

Tino, who hid her skin with her yukata, turned her awe-inspiring gaze at me and shrugged.

"Human... Enemies - This is the Thousand Trials, right..."

"No, I'm not. It's a vacation this time. I told you no trials.

Put your hands on your mouth and have a hardboiled grin. I turn my gaze and explain in turn to Arnold and his thin grinning citrie.

"It's okay, we don't need to do anything for now. If the Raiders attack this inn, they'll be defeated."

"............... what's going on?

Easy, 'cause there's gonna be reinforcements.

I'm - I'm confused today. No, it's a story you can understand if you don't think about it for a second.

Perhaps Arnold and the others are not used to this kind of pinch. That's why I don't think about it.

My certification level doesn't involve strength, but I haven't lost the only number of training sites involved. I laughed. [M]

"Don't know?

"Huh... this guy..."

Arnold grips his fist hard and shivers his lips.

The Barrel Bandits say there are hundreds. The masked figure is three hundred. So if those two numbers are correct, what is the difference in numbers?

Yes. If I'm right, the other two hundred are reinforcements.

That's probably the Knights of Gladys, too.

If it was the Knights of Battle and the famous Gladys, it wouldn't be strange to own a flying phantom beast, and the Barrel Bandits originally razed around Gladys territory. It's not strange to follow the escaping barrel bandits.

I'm sure the mask confused the two.

This is outside Gladys territory, but it's a place with too many boundaries, and it would be somewhat more realistic than thinking there are three hundred bandits.

Then all we can do is wait for Gladys to free the city.

I don't think there's anything we can do with hundreds of bandits. It's best to leave it to the Knights of Gladys, who have double the number. In the first place, don't you all rely too much on me? Have you ever been useful?

Fortunately, we should be able to protect this inn. Here's Tino saying he fought ten good fights on his own, as well as Citrine and Arnold.

"Well, calm down. If my calculations are correct, there will be reinforcements. [M] And the hostages. Well, they'll do something about it. I can't help but be in a hurry. What we need to do now is feed our English for a time."

This battle, I won.

§ § §

What... is happening?

Lurking in the shadow of one of the large buildings, Ruda breathed. Behind you, the faces of the "Whirlwind of the Horn (Crimson Flame)", excluding Gilberto, look around with a mixed look of anxiety and tension

I didn't understand the situation. Ununderstandably, the movement was swift.

The only entrance and exit in the city (although the walls surrounding the city were once high enough to be jumped over) was completely sealed off by unidentified groups.

Already, there was no one in the city, except for Luda and the others. Until yesterday, I saw people living in the city, even though I didn't see tourists.

They are captured by those dressed as tourists and gathered in one place. It's not the usual trick.

I'm just lucky the Rudas haven't been caught.

That's Gilberto, too, is not going to make a scene in this state, with his eyes open and he groans with dismay.

"Wow... number. What's going on?

"Look! There's even a flying phantom beast!?

Including reinforcements that have come on horseback from outside, hundreds will loosely exceed. The way they scatter in an undisturbed and rapid motion, suppressing the vicinity of the exterior walls and sieging the city makes one feel somewhere army-turned.

The first to walk around the city were those who looked like tourists, but all who came later were fully armed. From face to face to equipment, there were signs specific to those engaged in rough work.

One of the last things that comes to my attention is the giant man who came in.

Definitely the head of this group. Scratched appearance on cheeks with eyes as sharp as a polished blade. The whole body forged flesh is even bigger than Arnold, who is in good physical shape and, from the look on his face, seems to be nearly forty years old, but the intimidation he feels is unusual. It carries a huge battle axe that is very unlikely to be lifted in the ruda, making you feel strong charisma from a relaxed swing.

Even if he was a treasure hunter, he would be a corner figure. But it was clear that the man was not such a beautiful thing.

That's - I can't. Definitely, in character. There are overwhelming signs that they are absorbing more Mana Materials than the Rudas.

A man sitting in a huge barrel brought in knocks an accidentally carried battle axe to the ground.

A blade with a shine that is not a normal weapon pierces the ground and makes a roar.

There was a tingling sense of urgency on the ground. It's not just the hostages that were captured. Even my people are in awe of the man.

A man looks at a man rolled in front of him and says in a low voice.

"Hmm? Of this, where's The Thousand Changes? Obviously not hectic. Answer me. I sent you guys to capture The Thousand Changes. If you're gonna come back with a loss, what do you mean, you're still gonna get him?

"Shh, I'm sorry, dude. But this is the only one in the inn..."

The face that rolled in front of him and came out stripped of the bag he was wearing was a familiar face to Ruda as well.

He's the man who was supposed to be acting with Klee Andrich. Sure.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

A man called a jerk meshes his teeth tightly into a hyiro with the look of a soul missing.

The voice that came out of its mouth, however, had settled out of the infinity.

"Again, look again. Use people, there are 300 of them over here. I don't have time for long stays. You don't come out of siege of the city, it's clear that The Thousand Changes isn't as reputable as it is. Kill him and you'll get more umbrellas. Don't forget, we're bandits... don't fight one-on-one. Use people, take them, ravage them. We're - we're not warriors, we're cowards. Come on -"

A man lifts his battle axe with one hand, shouting and screaming at the sky.

"- To the barrel, glory be to you"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

An exploding cheer shakes the space. Seeing the scattering shadow, Ruda can pull her head in haste.

Not good. I need to let Klee know now.