The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

At the corner of the tavern, wine (grapes) poured down his throat and Munk slammed a wooden bottle onto the table.

"Bullshit!! I'm an A-rank adventurer dude! That's such a starving new America!!"

I was shamed in front of a lot of people. From all the adventurers I've been holding back with my strength, I'm pretty sure there's a lot of backlash. If you do poorly, you may be darkened.

No, more than that, he seemed to know that he had cut off one arm of a hungry ghost who had previously made him want to get out of the family. For example, he may also be grasping the fact that Munk sold that hungry ghost to the slave traders under [Laguna] after that.

I have only told Akwu about this matter that the hungry ghost took the lead and was severely ill in the battle with the demons, returning to his hometown.

Akuw is extremely cynical in battle. Injuries in pure combat, of course, don't move one eyebrow when you die.

At the same time, however, I react violently to abandoning or selling my people in particular.

If Akuw finds out about this one, Munk will definitely be killed first. Akw would definitely do that.

"Son of a bitch."

He was in known company with Branch Manager Willie, and that S-ranked adventurer Caesar. In the near future, the Alliance should launch a full-scale investigation into the sanctions imposed by Munk and the others. In that case, you will naturally also ask the top Akwu about the circumstances. Akwu will definitively recognize the matter.

In short, Munk is still just as desperate. That's one step ahead of ruin.

In that evidence, none of the women who have followed Munk until now are here on this occasion. Probably limited to those guys.

"Damn it!!"

Looking up at the ceiling and screaming,

"It seems to be rough enough."

I hear voices from the front. When I dropped my gaze, a man with a hood completely over his head sat in the front seat. He wears a thin creepy mask with a smile on his face.

"What, you!!"

"Me? That's right -"

Often, I was picking my jaw and thinking, but when I got up in my seat,

"Call me Conductor."

I look up, I bow my head.

Every single hand of the man in the mask, everything is purposeful, the play is on.

"Are you fooling me!?"

"No, no, that's outrageous! We would like to present you with a plan!

Spread your arms, face to the ceiling, and say so with a whispering voice.

"Tori's plan, huh?

There's more to frigidity. First, I don't think this guy in front of me for the first time grasps Munk's troubles very well.

"Yeah, I kept this sentence."

Remove one letter from the bag and place it on the table.

"Sentence?"

When he glances at his eyebrows and takes it into his hands abusively, he opens his momentum and puts his eyes through the contents.

"Ko, this is..."

I become aware that my hand holding the letter trembles. Naturally. The mark pressed on this letter is the crest of the giant back tissue [Laguna]. I made a deal once. There is no mistake.

And this letter contained the name of the poisonous liquor. Only a limited number of people know the crest of [Laguna], and even if they did, no fool would be the first to use the name of the Four Kings.

I mean...

"What do you say? Isn't that a great plan?

"What this says is true!!?"

I ask Munk what he understands so conveniently.

"Yeah, of course. Would you like to take it?

"What makes [Laguna] go after him?

Too convenient for Munk. Munk doesn't stand out enough to think that [Laguna], also known as the Royal Family of Darkness, can help a single adventurer with just a favor.

"Gray Ines Navarro, he's done a little too much. There are people who are not convenient for him to exist in this world. That's why."

That's the guy who behaves like a bystander. It seems to be heavily hated by the substantial rulers of this empire. Then there is no room for doubt about reliability.

"Understood. Take the request."

Finally. I'm here, and I'm getting lucky for Munk. If it is not so much a desire for ruin, it may not use the name [Laguna]. This man, a constituent of [Laguna]. [Laguna] is a giant backing organization that roots around the world. Especially when it comes to the Four Kings - poisonous liquor (Dokusu), I hear of the genius of the plot that has devastated many organizations. I have no doubt about success.

"Then this will be an aid for the implementation of the plan from us. Take it."

The conductor places a dagger on the table.

"This... what?

A martial bone dagger with no weird philosophy whatsoever about anywhere. But for some reason I was just looking at it, feeling as if I was being squeezed in the hands of a giant.

"Take it in your hand. That would be a great opportunity to change you."

A voice containing plenty of conductor joy can be heard somewhere far away.

My knees tremble and my body shudders. Still, Munk's right hand shivers into a dagger.

"Gurgh!!?"

My right index finger touched my dagger. At that moment, the vision stains bright red and the surrounding landscape dissolves with drool.

While the next table bubbles bright red, it collapses. The skin on the face of the brunette young man, who was cheerfully pouring liquor into his throat at the side, peeled off and a bright white bone was exposed, and at the next moment, it changed to a slimy liquid.

And it was the table around, the chairs, and, people, everything was the same.

"Hih, yih!?"

He screams at the sight of hell itself, tries to get up, but falls to the floor with a scratch.

Reaching up to get up...

"Wow!!!?"

Raise the scream. What else? Because Munk's arms were melting from the roots.

"Congratulations, Mr. Munk! Now I'm sure you'll be able to rise to the stage of the theatre I command! Welcome to the madness and despair show!!"

The conductor's strangely bouncing voice shivers the tympanic membrane, and Munk's consciousness falls into darkness.

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"What a vicious material..."

An old man with bright white hair, dripping a long jaw-dropping jaw, with a bloody face in bright blue, looks into the slime-like dissolved liquor store and mouths such natural thoughts.

"Yeah, it's my favorite antique."

I missed it when I picked up the only dagger placed on the intact table.

"Not at the level of antiques."

the old man with a hick spasm on his cheek on his ass, the conductor pointed his left hand at the purple-haired young man lying on the floor with his only human form,

"Come on, now, we've got all the pawns."

That's what I declared.

"Shouldn't I have used this material for a guy named Gray?

"Um, no, no, that's not smart, and most importantly, it's not fun"

"Fun is the main thing..."

(And not very much, but he can't kill with a toy like this, and hey)

to the conductor's little whine,

"Hmm? Did I just say something?

The old man with gray hair asks back.

"No, it's about this one. Anyway, the plan worked. And then, please, poisonous liquor."

"I get it. If the word of the Lord is true, it was a lad named Gray who attacked the strongholds of Nong. He's terribly dangerous. No matter what hand you use, you don't have to crush it."

With a terribly solemn face, poisonous liquor spins the word of consent so that it bites.

"Great. Okay, I'll do this"

Place your right hand against your chest and you will be thankful and out of this nightmarish place.

"Credit is dusty, but this is war. If you can use it, you have to use it because it's a demon."

Poisonous liquor (Dokusu) flaunted the smell of flesh that irritated the smell of his nose about to bend, but when he held the purple-haired young man on his shoulder, he left the tavern behind.