That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Bal had another day job today.

This time it is about the luggage of the adventurers.

It was common for adventurers to hire luggage carriers other than party members because when their hands were blocked with large luggage, they would be exposed to battle.

Oak and they confront a man-shaped demon with a pig-like head.

Orcs have strong arms and both weapons and dexterity to handle, but behavioral patterns are simple.

You don't have to be that afraid if you do the collaboration and ingenuity right.

The party of three with bales is skilfully restrained by the bowman to draw the oak's attention, and the two avant-gardes cram a distance into the gap and strike.

Orcs sift and respond with rigid arms, and the youngsters must desperately avoid it.

Because if you miss an escape even for a moment, the power of the oak can blow your torso away.

It's the bowman who stops it, and Oak's behavior is constantly delayed because of the arrows he shoots.

The bowman is the lifeline of this party.

and Bal evaluated.

When he manages to finish the oak, he is used as a choreographer.

"Hey, Mr. Bal, I'm gonna need this, too."

I also have to bleed out because they say so, dismantle the meat and work people don't like.

Leaving Orc's body intact corrupts, causing him to call a large number of other demons.

If you drain the blood and dismantle the body, you can curb it greatly.

(If it's just the smell of blood, the demons won't come by by surprise)

Bal wonders too.

While he works, the adventurers rest with attention to their surroundings.

It was the adventurers' logic to let them do their unpleasant work for that matter because they are protecting their luggage carriers for free in a life-threatening battle......

The wages paid to carry luggage for that are quite cheap at best with a few copper coins.

So it was unusual for anyone to carry luggage after thirty.

"Aren't you ashamed that an old man from a good year is being used by us teenagers?

Today's party of adventurers is still young but quite active, and they say it's promising for the future.

It was all a party called Human Men Only.

"Hey, you guys are the ones who got promoted to seventh grade in your teens."

Bal has a humble, unadulterated loving laugh.

"You guys would be even quicker if you could be in eighth grade at twenty"

The young man with blue hair tangled in his sesame seeds laughs as if he was good at it.

"Exactly. I'm not proud of him, but he's hardly any better than us."

"You wouldn't beat a general or a knight captain exactly, though."

The luxurious boy the bowman shrugged his shoulder.

This bowman is the most courteous and humble in Bal's view.

"Silly. Only now. We're still teenagers and we haven't had enough experience. He said if he had experience, he could become a first-degree adventurer and give back to the Knights."

I said it was a burning red-haired musculoskeletal young man.

He is cheerful and treats Bal normally, but somewhat optimistic and somewhat overconfident.

"Are you going to look back on the Knights?

When Bal pretends to be dumb and asks questions, the young man with blue hair makes fun of him.

"Hey, old man. Don't come in on me, you outsider!

"Oh, I'm sorry about this."

Bal rushes over.

The trick was very similar, and none of the youngsters thought this man was actually the strongest.

"Don't put it in that corner. Yes, Mr. Bal."

A bowman stops his people and serves tea to Bal.

"Dude, it's that old man's job to prepare tea!

Blue hair yelled even more.

The spearhead of his anger is not his companion, but Bal.

"I can't use it. You're an old man! That's why I'm so old and I'm only in ninth grade!

"Oh, Mr. Bal, were you still in ninth grade?

The red-haired big man speaks out as if surprised.

Grade IX is a class that anyone can reach if they seriously work with tricks.

Stopping there is such a lack of qualities as an adventurer.

Because there are other circumstances in Bal's case, but the youngsters can't even tell.

"That... shouldn't be a little more uplifting"

Even bowmen reluctantly point it out.

The other two have turned their blatant scornful gaze to Bal.

"Oh, my God."

Unwilling to reveal the truth, Bal pierces the pretense of a bad old man who tries to deceive himself with a loving laugh really well.

The sight of Yagami Fai (Leviataine), if anyone sees it, is only a joke.

"Shit, I wasn't supposed to use an old man like this. I asked for an experienced veteran, but I didn't expect a guy who couldn't do anything but eat old for nothing."

Does blue hair still not subside in anger, one poisons.

"Maybe you don't have a choice. You think a lot of demons have appeared everywhere and the people of Yagami (Leviataine) have been exterminated?"

"Oh, the Adventurer Guild is very busy checking the cause and investigating if there are any other anomalies."

Blue hair responds with tongue punching.

He was doing the calculation that working on a mame at a time like this would bring him closer to the upper ranks.

"I hear there are 2,000 gargoyles out in Imperial City. The battle of light seems to have ended in an instant."

When the bowman says, the red-haired man poses a question.

"Is that true? The Gargoyle army in an instant is the strength to stray from the normal course of anything."

"It was the Imperial capital that was attacked, so there were a large number of witnesses, and God of Light was too strong to explain anything but that."

The bowman shrugged his shoulder.

"Keh, don't give a shit"

A young man with blue hair throws up like he doesn't seem funny.

When Bal wondered if something was going on, the bowman noticed it and told me.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. Because I'm just jealous that my pretty sister is a big fan of the Battle of Lights."

"It's a silly story, isn't it, Oi?

When the red-haired man laughs, the blue-haired young man looks uncomfortably so-so.