Summoned Slaughterer

After some disturbance, one, two, three, had come before the board on which the request had been affixed.

Ock's body was carried by his crew, and the floor was just washed away. Should boulders be the ones used to rough things?

There was no particular ranking, etc. in the guild, and there were no restrictions on orders, etc. For that reason, the board's request was also pasted clutteringly, just roughly separated, with crusades, escorts and more.

"I'll just see how you fight lightly today, so crusade the guy who comes out near the city"

"Then I thought this would be a good idea"

Oliga took a single requisition form pin-by-pin and read out the contents.

"This is Goblin's crusade request. Looks like we've got about 10 confirmed populations in the nearby woods. The reward is one silver coin per unit."

"If you're a goblin, you've defeated everything. Just cut the corners and take the reward."

Goblins are man-shaped demons with ghostly little horns around 1m tall, apparently with thin, dirty dark green skin. Goblins commonly found in forests and meadows are not very strong, but are often in groups of about 5 to 10, so it is not uncommon for them to be surrounded and slapped and rushed to death.

However, there are no other parts to sell besides the crusade reward, so it is seen as a crusader for newcomers and a demon to the extent of practicing opponents.

"Well, I guess it's the hard part"

"Now, I'm going to order a request"

I nodded and saw Origa taking the requisition slip to the reception desk, and one, two, three thought it was like a secretary. Maybe he's from a pretty good family, to see how he talks and how he works.

I didn't think it was anything bad that I was trying so hard to be useful to one, two, three, that I might have plans, too.

I was asked to exorcise Goblin and decided to go buy some clothes before I left the city.

I asked Hela, the guild clerk, as she gave her own clothes. The general public is mostly old fashioned and Hera told me that it would be difficult if the neighborhood was not close to the aristocratic district so that they would receive custom-made products once in a while.

"If it's not general clothing, but clothing as protective gear made of special cloth or demonic leather, I think it's a good idea to make a request in an armor store."

Hela, a slightly drawn smile, told me and I thought so too. One, two, three decided to stop by the Dwarf's Torn's armoury store before leaving the city.

"What's up? We're not ready for the requested weapon yet."

As always, Torn, who was in the back of the store and was doing some work, stares at him with a pretty tight face as one, two, three enters the store.

"It's an extra order."

"Add? Are you going to make me make something weird again?

Rude, one, two, three asks you to make the same clothes you are coming to.

"These are clothes for archery and combat in my hometown. If this isn't the case, I don't feel comfortable."

When he saw the dark blue road clothes of one, two, and three, Torn frowned.

"Is this for combat? You look like you're gonna be a little flirty and hard to move, don't you?

The road trip is short enough for the sleeve to be visible from the wrist with one fist of arms, and the tread is long enough to almost hide the foot. It is the opposite of the Adventurers' clothing, which is considered to be easy to move and stiffen around with boots in trousers, a robust long sleeve jacket, and solid defenses with iron plates, etc.

"Fair enough, let me show you the structure of that garment for now. Come in the back."

"Nothing. You can take it off here, okay?

"It's a sales jam. Don't."

Origa and Kasha, who were listening behind them, looked at one, two, three with their hands on their clothes and rushed to cover their faces with both hands, but the gap between their fingers was firmly open.

After measuring the dimensions of the road clothes, I put the road clothes back on while placing an order to leave the material to Torn and why I ask the armoury store to take comfort over defense. Torn, who observes the situation with interest, thought that some clothes wore unusual ways.

The road clothes themselves can be made by planar cutting, and they don't use the materials I said metal or plastic, so they can be made fully at the technical level in this world. It seems that the lumbar plate can be made with the same flexibility with a material that can be removed from a large turtle demon.

"I use it when I ask for it again or when I ask for it in another city, so it would be helpful if I could make a piece of paper and get a set of it."

"What kind of paper is that?

"Huh?"

One, two, three confirmed that clothes are generally made with a sense of craftsmanship, and they don't do anything like make model paper and make many of the same parts. If you ask me, there is no size display on the equipment in this store, so I try to fit it and adjust it.

Explain what type of paper is because it is troublesome to repeat adjustments when wearing it, and it is easier when making requests on travel destinations.

"I see. A lot of guys buy all under the same armor on a regular basis, so maybe it's a hand to make it. I can't get such a big piece of paper, so can I substitute it with a cloth or leather..."

In exchange for an idea fee, one, two, three minutes of moulded paper (moulded cloth?) was to be made for free.

By the way, he said that the road trip and the wagon can be done by tomorrow. I wondered if there were also a large number of craftsmen behind the store, but although there are five apprentices, it seems to be Torn who mainly makes the products to be sold.

"He didn't look like he was working"

"I'll knock you down, you idiot"

Finally out of town.

From the castle, through the shopping area, you exit the gate that leads to the street, and the plains as far as you can see are stretched without a stretch of dirt.

One, two, three were heartily moved by the sight not seen first in Japan.

"It's full of nature. You smell like grass."

That being said, I didn't know what I was talking about to the Origa people who have lived in this world.

"Your husband, I don't know what you're stopping for, but let's go. The woods are that way."

Is Kasha happy to fight for the first time in a long time, pointing her finger off the street and hurrying her.

When one, two, and three looked ahead, they saw that the forest was beginning at the end of the plain. It would take about 20 minutes to walk.

"In those woods, they're witnessing goblins about an hour towards the center,"

Oliga told me as she looked at the request form.

In this world, the clock is only possessed by a very small number of nobles, who live more often than not the position of the common Sun and the internal clock, the bell of noon. There is not even a bell in the countryside. Even if it says about an hour, I do not know if I can trust the rapporteur because he is talking about it on his body clock.

That's how I got to the woods.

Carsha, who drained two swords in the main, and Origa, who wrapped them in cloth and took out the cane she was carrying. When I saw it from one, two, three, I felt uncomfortable with the two of them relaxing and preparing their weapons.

"Hey, why are you pulling out your sword now?

"Huh? I'm going into the woods now, I'm getting weapons ready..."

One, two, three cannot hide the surprise from the two expressions of what they are saying.

"No, no, it's important to have them ready to go into battle at all times, isn't it? Hey, can't you just pull your sword right out of the state where you've laid it?... I can't believe Oliga can't use magic at all without a cane..."

"I'm sorry. I know that if you are as skilled as your husband, you can freely use magic without a medium or chant, but I'm not that far..."

"Well, nobody can fight without pulling out their swords. Your husband was amazing, didn't realize when he had a sword when he slapped down an arrow."

One, two, three accidentally pressed her eyes in response to a wandering and out-of-target response to whether she was upset by one, two, three suddenly upset.

"Your husband?

"I need to talk to you for a second, sit down"

They said, Origa and Kasha sat on the grass with a snack, without understanding why.

"A martial artist in my country, generally the word he knows, has something called 'constant battlefield'. You know what that means?

To the two with their necks hanging, one, two, three continue with a tonne of knife pattern on their hips.

"It means you're going to be in the battlefield at all times. My country is now at peace, and the whole city used to be pretty safe. I guess the King's Capital that just came out is pretty safe, too. But it won't be the same out of town."

View Origa and Kasha alternately. One, two, three. I haven't conveyed what I want to say yet.

"I heard it's easy to get demons off the streets or into the woods. But it's“ easy to get out. "What would you do if you were near town for some reason? Will the demons wait until we have swords and canes? It's not just demons, humans are even worse. Outside of town, what if you're approached without knowing if it's an enemy, and suddenly you're attacked? Earlier, Kasha would have talked about being shot with an arrow herself. All over the city. What happens if you're outside without someone else's eyes?

The two of them, unable to say anything back to the words of one, two, three, had to listen in silence.

"Kasha. What would you have done if you had been attacked with your sword in your sheath?

"Uh... anyway, I'll take the distance and buy you some time to take out your sword"

"For example, what if it's a trail like yesterday"

"It's..."

Transfer your gaze from Kasha, stuck in answers, to Origa.

"Oliga can't use magic without a cane. How long does it take you from carrying a cane to using magic?

"Well, it'll take at least twenty..."

"No weapons or tools to fight, even temporarily, when attacked without a cane? I didn't buy this or not. Whether you can use it or not."

"... I've never used it..."

Oliga already looks like she's about to cry.

Now it seems these two were acting as mid-level adventurers. In other words, we have basic technology, and we have the skills and knowledge of battles that are roughly considered common sense in this world. I thought one, two, three would decide that this is the average level of this world and that it is the average way of thinking.

(Now I think the guy who attacked me in the guild was pulling out the Chintara sword for being angry...)

Apparently, the idea of this country is to prepare slowly and prepare for battle, around that it's a place to fight from here. I guess the basic gear of the castle guys was short spears not only because they assume interpersonal, but also because they don't need time to pull out of the sheath.

(Which means maybe not just adventurers, but regular military guys as well)

I have heard that in ancient Rome and elsewhere, long spears were disassembled and carried during the march. Build an assemblage before the assault. It's an unthinkable length in modern times that can be readily adapted with handguns and rifles, even though they fight differently.

Bad thoughts come to mind in one, two, three as I look at the slaves looking at one another and one, two, three, with such validation.

(I hadn't thought about home affairs cheats because it's a pain in the ass, but spreading the way you fight in this world might be interesting. The question is whether to enter the country where it is now or create a new one…)

Seeing one, two, three into the long thought, Oliga, driven by anxiety, spoke out impatiently.

"Oh, um... immature takes me a while to understand, but I also learn how to fight other than magic, so don't ever abandon me..."

"Mmm... oh, you've got it figured out. It's not like you abandon me or anything.... Okay, I've made up my mind"

One, two, three looked at Origa and Karsha and erased the grumpy look earlier somewhere, giving her a really good smile.

"I'll train you guys. Shall we make it our immediate goal to deal with the people who attacked us yesterday by themselves?"

The reaction between the two of us when we heard about one, two, three was the opposite.

"Ugh... I don't think I can make that move, Atashi..."

"Thank you, master!

"Oliga looks like she can work hard. Kasha, all of a sudden, I can't make that move, and I don't know if it's for me. First, let me show you how much you guys can do."

Origa and Kasha rushed after one, two, and three as they walked into the back of the woods.

"Looks like we have five over there, so just try with your magic and sword moves. I don't get my hands on it. Can you do that?"

"I'll take care of it"

"Five or so, no problem."

Each answered with an intentional grip on his gain.

When the yang leaned, one, two, three, appeared to the guild again, but the guild was once again obsessed with its appearance.

One, two, three, to the extent that the hem of the cum is slightly dirty with dirt and dust, has not shown any tiredness, but the two slaves are worn out. I'm not injured, but I'm so exhausted I can see it in my eyes.

"Only Mr. Origa and the others fought?

One, two, three came to the counter, and answered Hera, who had asked a reprehensible question, without looking concerned.

"No? This is all I've been hunting, but I've got half of it."

"This much?

Place the corner of the goblin on the counter, which was transferred from dark magic storage to a pre-bought hemp bag in town. There were more than 50 bottles in there, even if it looked painful.

When Hera, who received the bag, confirmed, the bag was packed with 63 horns. 63 silver coins accounted for. It's a lot of money for one, two, three, but it's an anomaly as the first day I signed up for the guild.

"If you fought so hard, that would be tiring..."

Hela, who was shown the power of one, two, and three in front of her, has to believe that she finished around thirty bodies. I turn to Origa and Kasha, who are sitting tight.

"Those guys are tired, not because they fought goblins. The hunt was almost over by noon."

"Ah, then..."

"It's like basic training to me, but it was tight to them."

Pity, snorts one, two, three, Hela became horrified about what basic training was like where middle-aged adventurers, albeit women, were so exhausted.

There, a pair of men in simple leather armor came into the guild roughly.

We proceeded straight to the back and approached the counter next to Hera.

"I'm with the vigilante. I'm here this morning about a man named Ock being murdered, does anyone have any idea what the situation is?

The spoken official must have known about one, two, three in conjunction with the slaughter of the ocks, his gaze turned unintentionally toward one, two, three and Hera. Then the two soldiers also saw one, two, three.

"Oh, you're talking about the guy I slashed. Right?"

"Huh? Yeah."

She asks about it, and Hela nods.

"Then I want to hear what happened then. Come with me to the cloister."

"Ah? He pulled out his sword and attacked me, so I paid him back. That's all. Ask the others if you doubt it."

To the attitude of one, two more figures jumped into the guild when two soldiers with creases between their eyebrows tried to say something.

"... did you make it"

"I'm glad you're bleeding."

It was Midas and Pajo belonging to the Third Knights who came in. Is it a Knights uniform? Unlike when one, two, three met, they are both dressed in military uniforms and white suits.

"It's Midas from the Third Knights. I'm sorry, but this person we talk to. The Knights kept it this morning."

"Kee, Knights Deposit? So, this guy... this guy."

"I'm not a nobleman or anything... but there are a lot of things you can't talk about."

They were soldiers who looked at each other in the face, but when the Knights came out, they were quietly returning, saying they no longer had any help.

"Ooh, Pajo. You were tired last night."

"Yeah... after that I ended up staying up all night"

If you look closely, you can see the neighborhood in the eye of Pajo. He seems to be hiding some with his makeup, but he seems tired.

"Last night...? Master, did something happen with this guy after dinner?

Soon Oliga, who was coming next to one, two, three, is turning her suspicious gaze to Pajo.

"You don't have to look so glamorous. Your husband just swung at me, and there's nothing to worry about."

Showing an older feminine margin, Kasha watched Pajo answer with strangely chilling thoughts.

(You don't seem to have dissipated outside without holding Origa or Atashi. out in the middle of the night and what was your husband doing)

"... would you like to continue the conversation?

Midas, who was completely out of a mosquito net, caught his attention with a cough, said alongside Pajo, correctly posturing and in a reclining voice towards one, two, three.

"With regard to the picking of this important case, there is a great contribution to the investigation of the case and the capture of the suspect, and as a credit for saving the emergency of Knight Pajo, there is also the recommendation of Princess Imeralia in particular, and Lord Hiffmi will be awarded the Associate Knight title and a bounty"

"Imeraria, what the hell are you talking about?

The sudden epic proclamation on the arrow tip, which was noted for the knight's representation, and the fact that one, two, three, had summoned the princess while gently flushing it, confused and fussed everyone in the guild, including the Origa.