Sword of Glutton Princess

I didn't think one of the preceding threesomes was Morgan.

"And that means... the other one who went ahead, is he Gilbard's guy? He left you alone with the wounded hauler and went after the golden snail, Gold My Mai."

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Morgan shuts his mouth and turns away.

I guess it's bad luck that you met with me.

I blind myself to Robe's boy.

Like I was threatened, I'm almost there. The age would still be around ten ni.

The body had marks of skin tearing from above the clothes, with red holes lined up in the legs.

Perhaps the red hole is the tooth shape of Goblin the Kid.

"... The Cat Clan (Philinema)." That means he was exploring his surroundings in the "deafening" of the fighting technique, not the "search" of sensory magic. Well, if it's just tracking, it's better than Odd Sense. "

That's what Mani said as he looked at the head part of the robe the boy was wearing.

Indeed, the robe has two unnatural exuberances.

The Cat Clan (Philinema) has a higher ear than a person's position and is pointy on top.

There are few users of the Different Code Magic Rules, but if the sensing was due to the fighting technique of the Cat Nation (Philinema), it would be satisfactory.

Most importantly, the adventurer of the Cat Nation (Filinema) himself had never heard much about it here in the city of Romaburg... Many people are discriminating outside of the Pure Nation (Legman), so it would be satisfying if he had concealed his qualities.

That's probably why he was wearing a robe.

Hearing Exhaustion focuses on strengthening the body in the struggle to enhance hearing.

Martial arts do not require demonic nuclei and do not go through demonic guided swords.

For that matter, innate qualities have grown and it is assumed that it is more difficult than magic to acquire them with training.

Essentially, the Pure People (Legman) have a poor ability to fight.

Not without precedent, but it is assumed that mastery is difficult.

He said he could finally gain that power by swallowing secret medicines and sipping the life blood of the Warcraft for a long time.

The Cat Clan (Philinema) has a great deal of propriety for some fighting techniques as a species.

Most of all, instead, it is assumed to be ineligible for magic and slow to master.

"... yes, my name is Carol. Mr. Gilbard told me he wanted to help me find Gold My Mai..."

"Don't talk extra"

Morgan stares at Carol.

"So I brought this little kid up to three levels underground, and when I couldn't fight, I put him down and headed ahead. I haven't heard anything about Locke in Gilbard, but it sounds pretty good. He wasn't even an adventurer, was he?

When I heard about Mani, I got the point.

If you weren't even an adventurer originally, you can also be convinced that there was no rumor that there was a haulier with "deafening".

"The kid tells me it's off! It was also my intention to move him forward. If you can't defeat Gold My Mai here, it's a huge loss."

Morgan raves his voice into his mouth.

... I even hired a special haulier and got ready to get here.

You mean you can't retreat?

If the Warcraft comes, he senses it in Carol's Deaf, dodges it, and rendezvous with the returning Gilbard, I guess.

"Ha! Are you in a position to say anything about us? Did you guys get caught by the Golden Snail Gold My Mai without sensation? Going for a one-shot reversal? But I'm sorry to hear that. It was Gilbard who first hunted the Golden Snail, Gold My Mai."

I ignore Morgan and turn to Carol.

Keep it up, Carol will see it the same way I see it.

Gilbard went into some sort of behavior because he was cornered, that's true.

But what led to the situation was Gilbard, who chose to impose it without retreating.

... and this time too, he is taking a child out to the Demonic Labyrinth, who would be forced to have little or no level, and distributing his power in the basement three tiers at the end of the sentence.

Sometimes I look bad because I have personal grievances, but I'm such a jerk.

"... okay, listen carefully, Carol. These guys just hire a haulier, and when they have to, they're like running away. Even if you're in trouble for money, you shouldn't take requests from these guys. Let's get the hell out of here."

We should choose to get Carol out of here safely, rather than staying long.

That's what I decided.

Morgan blues his face.

"You're going to get in our way! I wouldn't have had a choice then!

Carol looked at me and Morgan like she was confused, then turned her gaze back on me and shook her head.

"... thanks for the advice. But I'm the one who took it on. And without me, Mr. Gilbard and Mr. Morgan will have a hard time getting out of here safely."

"... yeah, right"

Carol, too, may be in trouble with the money.

Neither would I have been able to kick a request from Gilbard then, even if I had taken some advice from someone.

Morgan had a heartfelt relief look on his face.

"But I'm sorry, but I'll take Gold My Mai, the golden snail."

That's what I said and turned my back on them.

"Ha! If you can do it, try it. There's no way you guys can hunt him before Gilbard!

Morgan says to my back.

I didn't look back, I headed down the aisle.

Mani follows me a little late.

I'm anxious about Carol... but if you have Deaf, you should be able to escape the Warcraft.

Besides, it's gonna be hard to convince Carol you're saying it until then.

I can see that.

Carol wants to prove that she can do it as an adventurer.

I also knew there were some of them that weren't very good for the haulier's employer adventurers.

Still, I thought I had to.

I deal with them more because they were of poor quality.

Carol wants to think that she has the qualities to work with adventurers by bringing this crusade to a successful conclusion, without the help of a bona fide third party.

If only Gilbard could survive, Carol would be able to safely return upstairs.

Proceed as you explore in Odd Sensing and Bottom.

Going down the aisle, it seemed that Odd, who seemed to belong to Gilbard, was chasing after Odd, the golden snail, Gold My Mai.

Finally, the golden snail, Gold My Mai, stops escaping.

I don't know if Gilbard cornered him to the edge, or if the golden snail, Gold My My, chose to make him a payback over running away from his tracker.

"... No, this isn't...?

There were countless signs of warcraft at the destination of the golden snail Gold My Mai.

He hung himself to hit a herd of other warcraft on his pursuers.

And I'm probably going to turn back the pursuers here to see from the golden snail Gold My Mai's nowhere more escaping movement.