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

The yarn of [Blast Yarn] was pushing through the somewhat southeastern pleasure stretch of Straheim and further into the suburbs beyond.

"Here."

It finally reaches inside the vast grounds with several private houses.

On the outskirts of the corner of the pleasure district, insecurity is abysmal, but instead the population is not very dense. The damage is going to be minimal with this.

As I carefully observe the site by taking only a mirror out of the square of the building, I look back because there were signs behind it.

"Master Grey."

By my side, Hatch was kneeling. Apparently, as I instructed, the area around Aquid reassigned its personnel well.

Somehow, the hatches are equipped with something like the ability to locate me. So I expected to be on the spot.

"From now on I shall begin my search for this site. You work with the Alliance and ask for evacuation guidance for the surrounding residents."

"Yes."

If you bow your head, the hatch disappears.

Emotionally, I'd like to take action after securing evacuation time, but Munk was running his mouth when the children were being held. You'd be smart enough to think it exists.

Then let's just get on board. After checking the perimeter, he jumped onto the fence and entered the premises to begin a search.

Activating the circular ring region also only opens the map. I mean, this place turned into the same demonic realm as a dungeon. I guess that's what this is about.

Go up to the roof of the largest mansion in the centre and enter the building from the fourth floor on the top floor.

I search the dim indoors carefully.

A small scream rises when you enter the corner room on the third floor.

Several boys existed in the corner to make themselves available to each other.

"Don't worry. I'm on your side. Are you hurt?

All of them, at first sight from the fact that they are fitted with restraints on their arms and feet, look more like they were sold as slaves than hostages.

……

The gray-haired boy in the center is the rep, and he nods hesitantly.

"Then we go to our Chamber of Commerce. Let the kids follow you."

"Yeah."

Recognize the little nodding boy, and I turn my back on them and walk out.

When he sighs loudly at the wind pressure and signs that suddenly loom from behind him, he slowly looks back.

"Again, is that why"

I didn't want to think about it, but I'm on a hunch.

In front of them are the boys restrained by goose threads, by means of transparent threads.

"Why did you notice!?"

A grey-haired boy questions his hatred.

'Cause you're going too far.

Nothing was unnatural about the boys. They were captured boys with no smell or atmosphere of power.

Just be sure to call it a prisoner of this hand. It is normal for a booby trap to follow in an appendix. So just in case, I was just stretching yarn when I walked into the room.

I slowly strangle the threads that bind them.

"Gu!!"

The grey-haired boy, when he draws his cheeks, degenerates its flesh.

The bright white body hair stretches, the muscles throughout the body thrive, and the body swells several times.

Apparently, he's definitely a poisonous alcoholic himself. Well, humans seem to stop, as expected.

"Decisions."

I tapped quite seriously on the floor with the yarn of [blast yarn].

Dogowo!!

Poisonous liquors pounding through the floor and falling.

I also jump from a hole in the floor to the bottom.

The hole was exactly through to the ground floor for the number of people. And a few big monkeys falling on the floor.

The only upright immovable, that big white haired monkey that's staring at me would be poisonous liquor.

"That looks a lot better, doesn't it? Sigh and scumbag. You deserve it."

Shut up, asshole! You're not the only one who said that!! '

To the poisonous liquor that spits out words that utterly deny my existence,

"I know. I know. Let's do it. I don't even feel humiliated enough to be treated like a real bucket."

Whilst poking the murky pattern of hammering over and over with his right fist,

"What happened to the children who were taken hostage?

Mouth the question that bothered me the most.

"Kids?

"That's right. I thought you said Munk had a kid hostage.

"Oh, I guess it's about the hungry ghosts that the guy was feeding Munk"

The poisonous liquor meditates one eye and spits back on the floor.

"Were you feeding Munk?

"Because your feelings as a person are in the way, don't let them eat you."

You rotten outdoors. I finally understood why Munk had prepared the hostages on that occasion.

Those kids had no intense discomfort or disgust like the Munks, and most importantly, they had not been fortified. Initially, I thought it was to deceive me, but if you were Munk, who once worked with me, you should understand that I can't let one scratch hurt you.

Besides, when I recaptured the children, Munk was just smiling and watching.

In other words, that farce makes the assumption that it was Munk's best resistance.

Whatever, it's just my casual self-centered assumption if it's to this point.

But what if the statement that you had that hostage wasn't confusing, but that you unconsciously entrusted me with putting the last bully on?

"Where's that kid?

"In the basement. You want to know what's going on?

"No, even if you don't tell me, I know"

What Munk wanted me to do was not protect the hostage children. Condolences.

"Bye."

"Why did you honestly tell me about the hostages, which would be somewhat advantageous?

"Hmm! Now I know clearly. Your malice is beyond our imagination. To that extent, you're in battle, upset, etc. Rather, it would be more dangerous to have a psychological advantage over you."

Wow. You can look cool for a long time. Exactly. I am not upset by the death of one person during this life-threatening battle.

"So what do we do?

I killed Jill. Hell is the only place these guys are going, no matter how you answer.

"It's rhetorical intercourse with a bucket like you, but hatred, that man has ordered me to kill you, and I can't resist it. Fight. '

When the poisonous liquor raises its right hand, countless great monkeys surround me.

"You seem ready, refined, to curse sins you have ever committed, to repent and die and die"

"Non just won't die!!"

When he roared toward the ceiling, he turned toward me all at once, and the great apes attacked him.

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The [castle fortress of the Water Capital] activated around me makes the great apes wave down their sharp nails towards me, and the pile of water makes them a knife prick, lightly desperate.

In addition, hundreds of [ice dragons (kates)] of ice dragons caused ice pickling, and a red thread of [blast thread] released one breath late collided. As if the vitreous had broken, it breaks down the bodies of both the great apes to shattered fragments.

"Again, no..."

Abominably, poisonous liquor squeezes evil out of his mouth.

Before the right shoulder of the only escaped poison liquor, it is frozen from the ground up and scattered.

"Right."

When I kick the ground, I grab his throat and lift it up and tighten it.

"Guru!"

to the poisonous liquor that makes me laugh, I lurked my eyebrows,

"What's funny?

I decided to ask.

'I don't like it. That's what Non did to your men. I thought he felt this way back then. "

"Jill's with you? I don't like that joke."

Tighten your poisonous liquor throat. You're missing something to say, and you feel like Jill's on the outside?

"You'll never know what it's like to be a transcendent like you. Precisely, not understood by anyone, die alone!

"I see."

I cage my strength in my right hand grabbing my throat.

'Sure, Non is a villain then. But bad guys have bad guys.

Be that madman's toy or something. That's why... '

Both eyes of the poisonous liquor stain bright red and the magic formation floats. The spine-cold thing runs, pounding his tongue, trying to throw him into the air,

"You can't get along. Let's go to the Yellow Springs together!

My right arm is spotted.

"Hate, you're on time. You can go alone!!"

Hit the [Seven Black Thunder Columns] with all your might when listed in the sky.

Black thunder instantly burns and evaporates the flesh of poisonous liquor monkeys, both in my right upper arm.

I can't even hear that woman. This time it didn't seem like it was with the Demon King.

"Oh, boy, you're tired of boulders"

Drive severe pain out of recognition and speak of superior recovery (high heels).

Put your right arm in sight to repair as you look at it,

"Jill, it's over for starters. All you have to do is draw a scenario like this scumbag, the Xaree Outer Road."

Take a step forward to find the basement,

"The germination of the seeds of the Demon King species held by Goku has been confirmed. Goku has evolved from [king of baboons] to [king of demons Goku] '

to the voice of a woman ringing in her head,

"After all, did this happen?"

I exhaled the contained sigh of giving up.