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

More faceless than usual at the funeral parlor, Satori looked blurry at the side of the brunette looking down into the coffin.

I don't get bright red and angry, I don't cry down to grief. Just shut up and stare at Badrak's wreckage.

Akuw rarely puts his emotions on the table. Therefore, ruthlessness is easily misunderstood, but it is actually twice as thick as human love and companionship.

Even when Badrack joined, I think he liked it a lot because he frequently took him on meals and adventures. So when I heard that Badrack suddenly stopped Bresgarm, I should have been pretty shocked.

Satori knew the cause was in that rookie crushing munk, and Akwu would have noticed.

Still, it was much more than dying. Don't be scared. New American adventurers mostly die prematurely. Organisations of extremely dangerous adventurers (clans) do need something that teaches them to be as harsh as Munk.

But only the Badrack thing was heterogeneous in a way. Since that incident, several adventurers have left the clan in Bresgarm, and the atmosphere in the clan has changed decisively.

Satori is relaxed to ask Munk about the matter.

Satori seems to be told a great deal about being able to use reading minds, etc., but I actually just see the color of the statement itself. Specifically, if that statement is a lie, something like gray color seeps out of that speaker. In short, instead of being able to read in your mind, you just know if you're lying or not. It's such a flawed ability. As long as we know this nature of Satori, we can just change the way we say it, and measures are easily put in place, for example.

Munk was the wind that knew the shortcomings of this satri's ability. Naturally, I don't give a lot of credit.

Besides, that munk looked different. It's hard to put into words, but I'm just talking, and I feel fiercely uncomfortable. I feel like I have a back.

"Aww, I have a bad feeling. Let's go over this again."

I don't want it.

(Did this happen...)

Akuw trusts Satori's ability to be this [Spirit of the Spirit]. No, I trust you too much. Even though Satori has no lies, she has no suspicions whatsoever. Still, until now, the opinion even respected me, at least as much as this ability of Satori. It's also the first time I've been so strongly rejected so far.

"You're still young, but you look pathetic. Pathetic."

A gray-haired old man dripping a long bright white jaw enters the room.

……

Pull the sword that Akuw bears on his back out of his sheath and point that sword tip at the old man.

"It's not meant to be so innocent for such a weak old man. Besides, you're not the enemy of the Lord, are you?

"You're weak? Don't be silly!"

Satori was screaming instead of Akwu.

Only the unpleasant odor characteristic of the inferior species comes from this monkey. Other than trusting. It's the smartest choice not to get involved.

"Non is talking to the S-rank adventurer, Akwu. The powerless featherworm, shut up!

The old man with gray hair stares at Satori with eyes that even point at pests.

To that old man's remark, a thick blue muscle runs into Akuw's Cricket Valley, and the Missy Grand Sword pattern screams.

"You're not going to stop. If you're hostile to Nong, you can't forgive him.

The face of the gray-haired old man is also stained with aggravation on the aquu seen with a piercing gaze.

"Well, suppress yourselves. Now we need to help kill that kid."

The purple-haired young man who showed up in the room - when Munk comes in, he breaks in between the gray-haired old man and Akuw.

Again, Munk doesn't feel good right now just to get close. It had not been very contrary for a long time, but was not of the kind that would not be physiologically accepted in this way.

So to speak, multiple personalities are joining together. How can I speak of such an unlikely feeling?

"He'll be killed by Oyla."

Akuw lowers his sword and tries to leave the room as he delivers it to the sheath bracketed on his shoulder.

"Then tell them they'll have a place to fight."

"A place to fight?

Akuw's leg stops and he looks back slightly just at his neck.

"Don't thank me. Non and the others have declared war. If I wait for you guys in Ajito, I'll show up from him right away."

Akuw had stung the old man with gray hair for a while.

Satori, let's go.

Encourage Satori to leave the room.

"Munk, what are you going to do!?"

"Are you sure? We're gonna be late."

I feel like I can't leave Akuw alone like this.

While tongue-beating, Satori follows Akwu.

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As Satori left the room, Munk looked sideways at the old grey-haired man beside him,

"Poisonous alcohol. How's the tail?

With a creepy grin on his face, he throws questions.

"Well, I don't have to worry about you. We're all set."

"Right."

When he nodded satisfactorily, Munk only pointed his neck at the poisonous liquor (Dokusu).

On Munk's neck, bent at an unlikely angle of 180 degrees, his face flaunted, and the poisonous liquor (Dokusu) was unwittingly retreating.

"Kick, don't look back in disgust!

"Bad, bad, follow me. That's right, joy! Poisonous liquor! He says you have a reward."

"A reward from that one?

The complexion of the poisonous liquor changed, staring temporarily, but dyeing one side of his face disgustingly as if it had occurred to him.

"I don't want it! I don't have a fighting relationship with him, but I'm not going to get involved any more than I need to!

"Don't say that. You can't be Gray's opponent right now. If I tell you, what do you mean, out of battle?

"You..."

to the poisonous liquor that tides your face with anger,

"Here, take it."

Munk threw the pendant open.

"Ugh!!?"

Raise your voice like a trampled amateur and avoid pendants aggressively.

The poisonous liquor temporarily placed the pendant on the ground, observing, but looking back,

"Take that!"

That's what I order the black outfit, the man behind it. The black outfit picks up the pendant with surprise.

"Nothing?

"Ha!"

One of my men nods as I tilt my neck.

"Sad. It's really sad. I want you to trust me more."

Soon, next to the poisonous liquor, a man in a mask with a hood soaked from his head - a conductor showed up.

"Of course not! Mostly because you have a priori."

"It must be. But it's not a problem to possess."

"Does it work?

"This is to pin the status of the holder to the heroic realm"

"Heroic realm? Status?"

frowning and repeating in parrot return,

"Well, I don't know the status. So to speak, it is an indicator of the strength that he possesses. To put it bluntly, it's a very, very powerful item."

"How to use it?

"Possess, just cage the magic"

When you point your gaze only at your men with pendants,

"Wear it and cage your magic."

"But..."

"Do it!"

Stared at with a shooting gaze, his men put a pendant around his neck with trembling hands, and he can magic.

A tremendous sense of compression arises from a man wearing a pendant.

……

to his men, who are silently moving their hands,

"Try it, hit the wall there lightly"

"Ha!"

My men nod, releasing their right fists against the wall.

Dogoo!!!

With all the crushing noises, the walls appear blown apart without a trace, and the light of the moon and night plunges in.

"Shh, wow..."

to a distracted subordinate, poisoned liquor,

"Is the body nothing?

"Yes!

"Right. Then give it to me."

When you snap a pendant from a man who hits a big gavel, you can wear it on yourself and put magic into it.

"Ha ha!! That's fantastic! Conductor! It might even be possible for that kid, no, to have this world in his hands."

to poisonous liquor trembling with joy with a trance look,

"I'm so glad you like it"

The conductor smiled.

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As the poisonous liquors leave the room in a spirit, Munk and his companions simultaneously correct their posture.

"You're an idiot. You can't beat him with that amount of power."

Even strangely, the conductor maliciously distorted his face.

"Unfortunately, Akwu is overwhelmingly stronger than poisonous liquor. Shouldn't you have used it for Akwu?

Munk hesitates to ask the conductor.

"That's okay. He's a little too pure. Thin dirt like yours is familiar with that [Demon King Species]."

"Thank you for the compliment!

The conductor nods satisfactorily to the munk of tears of gratitude and trembling.

"The experiment on transplanting monkey-based demons didn't even germinate, because it was a complete failure. I hope this time it will be a good nursery."

As the conductor walks around the room in a good mood, the Munks kneel simultaneously.

"Come on, my lovely servants! Transfer this thrilling and exciting play into action."

The conductor raised his hands, and all those in the room drowned at the same time.

Thus, the curtain of the lowest and worst theatre slowly rises.