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

"I wonder why the city burns so often"

"At all, I don't think there's any fire protection. But fire protection is difficult to arson even if it's just a fire prevention..."

Citrie says smile. Am I the only one who doesn't think I should have the look on my face right now?

The rapid gathering of rain clouds had caused the flames to be instantly extinguished. It would be Lucia's power.

I don't know how difficult it is to call for rain, but Lucia's lineup of magic is increasing every time she sees it.

I came up with a good thing as I drove the carriage to the city where we all went first.

"If it can rain, isn't it possible to stop the storm?

He is a Rain Man graduate. In my words, Citrie, who remained just to take care of me, smiled blossoming and moved her hands together.

"Excellent. That's a training!

... Let's not say it.

Well, the flames seem to have worked out. The wounded will also be something Anthem can do about it. The problem is Luke or Liz. I can tell them not to attack the general public, but I don't know what to do. But I can't stop when I have to go inside.

Citrie says before he goes inside. Its face is covered with the symbol "Mourning Ghost".

"Mr. Klee, put on the mask..."

"Mmm... oh..."

The Citries may wear it all the time, but I haven't worn it lately, so I forgot.

You can't see it before wearing it... but it could be more troublesome if you look at your face.

Now that I think about it, it was an English break that masked our symbol in the sense that we could hide our faces. It would have been perfect if I hadn't forgotten to drill a hole in my eye.

Sigh loud, fish your luggage. And I opened my eyes.

Symbol, I forgot. Damn, I'm a leader.

There's only a fox mask. Don't.

When I sighed, I took out the fox mask that was in my luggage for some reason and put it on.

Ask Citrie back.

"What do you say?"

"Wow! Very nice! I think it sounds good!

The masked citrie applauds me, but the sweetness ruins me. I mean, why do you see me in that state? Isn't that strange?

I've also brought the evolving surface, but that won't work for boulders. It's on the heck of it.

"Do you see that fox face in front of you?

"You can't see. You don't have a hole in your eye."

Is it fashionable? Citrie reaches out. I guess that means you can take the lead by holding my hand.

But I had a trump card for a time like this. Once the mask is removed, fish for the treasure collection you brought.

The only thing I want out of my bag is a pendant. Design imitating large eyes on silver chains.

This is the pendant-shaped treasure tool - The Third Vision.

By using this, I can get the vision that the eyes of this pendant saw, even if both eyes are blocked!! Yes, I can walk in a mask without having to be held by Citrine or Lucia anymore! (150 million geels)

When you hang the pendant around your neck, you wear a fox face. Both eyes should be blocked, but I can see ahead for some reason. I feel strange to use it again and again, but it's much better than I can't see before.

Don't think there will always be no growth. Citrine said in a small voice to me, looking back at her exasperation.

"I wish I didn't have to do anything extra..."

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The city was only burning and the entrance and exit were crowded. But my party is used to this.

Use the power of a high level certified party to break inside quickly. I left the carriage to you, Kirkill, and me and Citrie decided to walk. It stands out as a mask, so choose the narrowest possible path.

"Apparently, you're a 'person'"

"People, or..."

I still think it's better than dragons and phantoms because I've had terrible eyes during this time?

Numerous carriages run down the big street. I don't know where Luke and the others are, but if we head to the noisy spot, we'll get there.

"They say a thief mixed with travelers beeped up at the same time. Looks like there were quite a few of them, and that's an organized offense. It just seemed like a sweet claw."

I don't know who the hell the city is talking about, but this city is a lot bigger than that hot spring town. We attack places like this, so maybe they're bigger than those bandits.

I feel like I don't like it anymore, but Citrine doesn't seem like it.

"Even treasure hunters are plentiful, and we can't talk about it. It would be a waste if there were enough people to burn the city..."

"Yeah, right..."

But apparently, it's not a big deal.

Luke and the others will be sorry, but if Citrie says so much, it will be resolved by now. She's rarely missed a chance.

Wet in the rain, looking for Liz and the others as they sneak up the alley. I want to get some sleep in the inn soon.

And, at that time, a few meters in front of me - I heard a fierce crushing noise on the big street.

I tremble unexpectedly. The citrie walking in front stops perfectly.

A thunderous roar burst into the sky.

"A lot of people are attacking me! Coward, can you stop this Hanneman from breaking his arm!

Ugh.

The ground trembles and sounds like earaches.

The cobblestone on the big street is severely damaged. It rises. In the middle of it was a big man about 60% the size of an anthem.

It's a giant iron stick in my hand. However, the thickness is about my arm, nearly two meters long, and I might as well say pillars rather than sticks.

It's swinging like a twig or something, but my vegan muscle strength wouldn't even lift it.

Every time I wave, the hunters and guards I've been chasing blow up. Citrie said in a sober voice.

"" Broken Arms "... you call yourself that. No one's ever been given those two names."

"Are you with the Absolute Sword Testament Blade that Luke used to call himself?"

"Mr. Luke is still going to..."

But he calls himself two names or something, but he's pretty good at it. That's the only thing that I can't get hold of.

I wonder what doesn't bother me. A self-proclaimed "Arm Breaking" stopped on the spot wields an iron pole and destroys the building.

Why do you stop in front of us when you've been running before? Hey?

I haven't seen this one yet, but it will be only a matter of time before I find it. And in experience, if you find it, you're definitely going to be in terrible shape.

Whatever we do... we're suspicious in a mask. I've been attacked a lot because of this symbol for a long time.

Who is it? Who made such a horrible mask a symbol?

Citrine asks me one of the reasons I'm still calm.

"What shall we do?

"What am I gonna do?"

"Whoa, whoa! Bring it on!

Self-proclaimed "Breaking Arms" screams. Despite being surrounded, I don't see any fear in that voice.

If you mistakenly let this man into town as a traveler, wouldn't that be the responsibility of the city's guards, too?

Apparently, you thought challenging that rampage from the front was the downside, and the guards surround themselves with a twitch of what they call a "broken arm". Why do we besiege it in front of us? And do you still call yourself "Absolute God Sword"?

The moment I thought about it, a man accidentally wrapped himself in a fierce light.

A giant blows up every pole and calls himself "Arm Breaking" is slammed just a few meters next to the alley we're peeking into.

The guard's expression distorts in amazement. Citrie is silent.

Is that Lucia? That's when I had such pale expectations, and, uh, I heard quiet footsteps.

It wasn't Lucia who showed up in the midst of heavy rain and poor vision. Unexpectedly, I open my eyes to that appearance.

The man was wearing a black coat. The man held a divine wand in his hand. And most importantly, the man - he hid that face in a mask.

"Mask......?

It's a skeleton mask. A little like the "Ghost of Mourning," symbol, but I guess the impression is completely different because design sense is better over there. "Third Eye" has better eyesight than I do, I could see a solid eye hole in the mask over there. Quite jealous, to be honest.

The man says in a voice that often passes even in the rain when he slaps his wand hard to the ground.

"" Breaking Arms "… to that extent, huh? You won't hear it anymore - but remember. My name is Krahi Andrich! The Evil Spirit of Mourning (Strange Freak) is the leader, Krahi Andrich of Thousands of Heavenly Flowers!

Everyone was overwhelmed by the way they looked. Strength to slaughter a big man with one blow. A definite charisma that looks like a grand stand-up dance.

"No way... is that... the leader of the rumored Mourning Spirit?" "Always hidden in the shadows. Rarely does he appear on the surface, the most powerful man in the Empire." "Why in a city like this - is it real!? He said the Thousand Swords showed up over there.

The guards are bluffing. I am also swallowed by the atmosphere and swallowed with spit. [M]

"That is... the real Thousand Heavenly Flowers!? Nice mask."

And leaving us excited, Citrine said in a sober voice.

"Thousands of Heavenly Flowers"... there are no such two names. You call yourself that. "