The Death Mage Who Doesn’t Want a Fourth Time

Orbaum's Tamer Guild chief, Orlock Twice, is an old man who usually looks like a grandfather. And in fact it is known in the guild as a calm personality.

When he was young, he was bloody and completed many adventures with his followers. However, as he grew older and gained experience, he gained calmness and memoirs, and acquired a mental power that was unmovable.

I thought that was an illusion. He didn't even know what he would look like now, and what to say.

"Oh ..."

In front of you, there are about ten zombies with bare tusks ... blood soccer.

The murky eyes do not seem to contain intelligence, and they are about to attack. In that case, a young Tamer, who is young enough to be indifferent and unaccompanied by his followers, will soon be squeezed of blood and killed.

However, there is no sign of attacking blood soccer. They are just like a gardener, wearing hats, vests, gloves, and standing in a row.

"As you can see, they're my name. From now on, I'll usually work as a gardener apprentice at home."

And it's like you're actually going to be a gardener. Orlock knew it, and heard back with a face that was too confused and his expression fell off.

"Was it, Vandaloo Zaccato?"

It is unknown what the circumstances are, and although some Vida Temples have stated that they will not admit it, Tamper, the boy of Dampiel, has inherited the name of brave Zachart. He also answered Orlock with a maskless expression.

"Yes"

To be precise, his full name now is Vandaloo Ark Hilwillow Solder Zacht. However, if it becomes clear, it is possible that the human society of Botin, Peria, and the Temple of Recruit may make noise and lead to unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, in the Orbaum election kingdom, I decided to leave it for a while as it was in Bandarou Zaccato.

"They are undead, right?"

"Yes, as the Guild Master has just confirmed."

"Oh, sure, I wasn't breathing or breathing. My body temperature was like ice, but it was moving. So they're undead, right?"

"Yes, they are all undead."

"So you're naming them undead, right?"

"Yes, as I explained earlier."

"Well ... then ... a wonderful achievement. Your name will be deeply imprinted in the history of Tamer Guild ... no, in the history of mankind.

The same honorary aristocracy as your mother ... No, it's not a dream to become a real aristocrat. After Nine Road's death, the first time Tamer tamed the dragon was greeted by the ruler as an aristocrat.

No, it is difficult. It's undead, and it will probably have a bad image. ''

Speaking of such a thing, Orlock was desperate to keep his cool. Everything he said was true. The feat of having claimed the undead is something to be greatly appreciated.

It's not just because we were able to name rare monsters. In terms of strength, ten blood soccers are not low. However, it will never be higher if you consider it to be equivalent to ten veteran D-class adventurers.

Yet, what Orlock described as a feat is that he was able to take on an undead that no one else could.

Except for the exception of Life Dead made with [Life Attribute Magic], there have been few cases of academic observation of undead. Living dead, skeletons, zombies, and cursed tools that are low in rank and can be captured and trapped.

Or, a race with intelligence and intelligence, like ghouls and vampires that are treated as special undeads ... these two races are actually different from the undead. It's a special exception.

Observing monsters is difficult, not just undead. This is because the monsters being observed often attempt to actively attack and prey on humans. In addition, the fact that they inhabit dangerous dangers makes it difficult to observe.

So scholars studying monsters have to pay big money to hire adventurers to capture the monsters, and then pay too much money to build monster breeding facilities outside the town or to become themselves adventurers.

Or just do an interview with an adventurer. However, many adventurers are not interested in academic research. He knows the target's physical and special abilities to fight monsters, but does not attempt to examine the target's detailed habits and ecology.

Their job is to defeat monsters first, and secondly to bring back materials, so that's fine. And that's enough information for knights and guards to protect the city from the adventurers and demons.

Tamers change that. If a monster is named by a Tamer, even a scholar with no combat ability can safely observe it.

You can't see the wild in its original form, but you can see what the demons like and dislike, whether or not there are higher species when ranked up, and whether or not they can breed outside the demon.

Through the accumulation of such research, liquids for avoiding monsters that emit odors hated by monsters and fake baits that draw in conversely have been put into practical use, and have become an important role of Tamers.

Even in the case of the undead, it might be possible to achieve important results from such detailed research.

"And it's attractive as a workforce, because we at Tamer Guild also use subordinates as a workforce."

The value of using monsters instead of cows and horses is quite high. If the hawker's wagon is a horse monster such as a bicorn, the chances of being attacked by bandits on the road are greatly reduced. And bicorns have more horsepower and more than double the endurance of the carriages.

It costs more than a normal horse, but the cost of hiring an adventurer or mercenary to escort is the same as the cost of hiring a bicorn and its tamer. Except that Tamers are far less numerous than adventurers and mercenaries.

Excluding such rarity, the demand for subhuman followers is high. This is because subhuman-type followers can use the same tools as humans. Aside from goblins and kobolts, augers and trawls are very useful for clearing and large-scale construction. It is not unusual for a tamer who is taming such a monster to make more money than a tamer who is taming a monster with a high fighting power.

"The undead doesn't need sleep, no food, no tiredness, and it works at night, so it's great as a security guard."

"Ah, yes. Regarding image issues, it could be improved if you spread the fact that you could take the undead and open up your know-how to other tamers."

Orlock's poor image of the undead was mentioned because the undead are more familiar and more dangerous to humans than other demons.

Undead, unlike other monsters, is a familiar monster that can occur in town. Like this Silky Zaccato Mansion.

Moreover, unlike other monsters, once they occur, they try to kill only the living. Because there is no reason, he does not get hungry or tired, and he continues to kill without getting tired.

Even if a ferocious auger gets hungry, his willingness to attack humans diminishes, and he won't kill him while sleeping.

"Yes, it will be difficult to be accepted. Undead is an environment that can only occur in dungeons if the dead are properly buried."

Ollock was impressed by the remarks made by Vandalu. As he said, undead occurs outside of the dungeon because the dead are not properly buried ... the victims who cannot afford to perform a funeral or the murderer who has been killed violently in the wild They are left untouched, blasphemy of the dead, and so on.

In other words, the occurrence of undead is "bad." If everything is good, there will be no undead.

A religious priest takes charge, and attendees mourn their death and pray for their happiness. .

A person who has finished his life surrounded by relatives without any illness and calmness in his family will never become a ghost after his death.

Therefore, people have a bad image of the undead.

Orlock had a good impression that Vandalou understands this and that in Tamers who often have the same feelings about their followers as friends and family, they can see such an objective view. .

…… If he was calm, he would have remembered that Tamer and Vandaloo were the same person, who had murdered and stunned the guards today at the gates of the city.

"Yes, but that's true for non-undead followers as well. Many people want to stay away from them, and some claim they will never admit they are demons. Because there is.

To be clear, there's no monster with a good image. ''

Demons are dangerous human enemies. Adventurers who die in battle with monsters are not uncommon, and there are countless villages and towns destroyed by monsters.

Goblins and orcs have taken their lovers, wives, and daughters to their nurseries. An auger who appeared on the highway on the way of the journey devoured friends and colleagues. The fields were devastated by huge bores, losing their harvest, and their younger siblings and children starved to death.

Such stories are not unusual. The damage caused by the undead is only part of it.

Tamer Guild does nothing to the victims of such demons as an organization. In order to avoid trouble, union members warn severely damaged towns and villages not to bring followers of similar demons.

Each time the monsters are severely damaged, they are asking them to refrain from subduing this tribe's monsters or to request that Tamers with this tribe's subordinates go to other Dukes. Then, all the tamers are gone.

So, whether the former Syrian borough of the Duke of Sauron, far away from Olbaum, was occupied by the Undead, a dungeon arose several years ago in the city of Nyaki in the southern part of the Duke of Hartner, and the undead, insects and plant monsters No matter if they are hitting the city, there is nothing to consider.

Nevertheless, it may be difficult to become an aristocrat for a successful undead taming, because it is far beyond the Tamar guild's territory to improve the poor image of politics and religion. I defend and push, but with the power of the Tamer Guild, it's more difficult.

"Is my follower accepted as a mascot in Moxy and Alklem?"

"... with all exceptions, maybe the Duke of Al Krems might be special or the times are changing.

Anyway, those stories are only if you really are taking the undead. ''

Orlock suddenly became harsh, staring at Vandalu, tightening his look like a grandfather.

"Does that mean I suspect that I'm forcing them to use special magic items or evil God's blessing?"

However, Vandaloo did not feel the power of Orloc. He spoke in a calm tone and was not a tense partner for Vandaloo.

"Um, um, it's bad, yes, but I usually admit that I'm still a follower ... Blood soccer is a particularly dangerous monster for humans. If you're tempting that monster in danger, don't miss it. I'd like to confirm a few things there. ''

"Would you give them a command in front of the guildmaster and tell them how they react? Then dance ..."

In front of Orlok, a young boy who was not able to understand his power and dignity, blood-soccers dressed as gardeners moved quickly.

"Oh, oh, oh"

A person who spins around on the spot in a cheerful step while clapping his hands.

"Uh ..."

Things that wobble like a drunk while shaking the body.

"Oh ... bad!"

"Ugyu!

Some blood soccers dance in surprisingly solid ballroom dances in pairs, but they both strip their fangs and swear at each other in an attempt to dance the male part. ...... It seems they have not noticed the fatal problem of not dancing the female part.

"How is it?"

Vandalou asked Orlock, pointing to bloodballs that seemed somewhat dumb, far from being imaged of bloodthirsty undead than beasts.

"... It's stunning."

Not surprisingly, it's not about the dance of blood soccer. It's for Vandalu's arm as a tamer.

The way a tamer tames a follower is different for each tamer. You can also capture the creatures and train them like hounds or war horses. Even if you get the same baby body, you can live together from childhood and nurture bonds with nature. You may do business with intelligent monsters.

Nor did he know how Vandaloo taught blood soccers.

However, many years of experience have shown that blood soccers are not obliged to obey and are following Volvo at their own will.

(In this case, I can also protect myself as a "guild union member"!)

As a master of the Tamer Guild, Orlock is in a position to receive complaints from temple officials and aristocrats who have bad feelings for the undead. When he shouted, "Do you play around with the undead as a follower! I can't do that! I'm gonna do what if the undead goes out of control!" Must be scattered.

That is why if there was a problem with Vandaloo's name, he could not admit undead followers to protect other members. However, Orlock was convinced that this was OK and relieved.

"Thank you, I understand. It's bad that you've taken the time and effort to recognize these blood soccers as your followers."

"No, it's unprecedented. This was a late night review and it helped."

In fact, Vandaloo was happy and grateful for Orlock's response. The action is quick and the review is neutral. I feel as credible as the guild chief Belard in the town of Moxy.

"One last question ... the undead don't have to eat, but do zombies have their own appetite? What about that?"

"Yes, that's done."

Asked by Orlok, Vandaloo rang his handbell out of his pocket. Then, Saria and Rita who were waiting, and beautiful girls, beautiful girls, and young boys in maids appeared, pushing a rattle and a wagon.

"I have a blood soccer meal, Bochan!

Then, arrange the dishes on the wooden table prepared with Teppaki, and start setting meals.

"What are they !?"

The two sisters seemed to Orlock like humans, except that their complexions looked like dead bodies, as did Vandaloo. However, the maids that followed were, at best, ghosts with eyes replaced by glass balls or feet.

"The living armor, undead human specimens, and ghosts in this mansion. The victims of the owner in front of the museum. Naturally, I have a name."

"Are you still there?"

"Of course. There's no way you can have ten blood soccers in a cursed house, right?"

Sandra and Rita are not the undead of this mansion, as Vandalou said, but the undead he brought from outside Orbaum. However, because it was troublesome, I decided to register as a follower at this opportunity.

"Sure, given the size of this mansion ... isn't it unnatural?"

And, as Orlock says, the residence of the Duke's brother, which has been sealed for decades. It doesn't seem unnatural to have a little more undead.

Even the Senopa Shokai, which had managed the mansion, could not have managed in detail the inside of the cursed mansion that did not return home, even if he stepped into the premises. They only managed to keep the house's seal in place, not inside.

So, if you ask, "Is there such armor like underwear in the mansion?" Or "Is that living armor in the mansion?", Senopa Shokai cannot answer.

Perhaps the Duke of Jahan has a detailed list of items that existed in the mansion. However, even if there is a list and there are no high-leg or bikini-armers, it is undeniable if someone says, "Well, someone brought in from the outside after the cursed house."

The Duke of Jahan wants to make sure that there was no mansion, so even if the list exists, it may have already been disposed of.

In the meantime, the preparation of the meal for blood soccer players was finished.

"The appetizer is a dressing of blood from a vampire tree and a soup of blood. The staple food is bread and blood cream. The main dish is a bloody source with huge bore liver. '

"Wow"

The fragrant smell of blood spreads, blood soccer glows glaringly and drools down, and Orlock stutters down his mouth.

"Bon Appetite"

When Vandalu tells so, the blood soccers raise a cloudy roar instead of "I'll do you," then start eating with a fork or spoon.

The appearance was stuck, but human rather than an unreasonable beast.

"Thus, we will satisfy our cravings for blood. By the way, we will use blood of monsters stored in a special way."

"Well, I see. Then ... what?

"Yes, I used my blood today because it was out of stock."

It was unexpected to name the cursed mansion and undead, including blood soccer. For this reason, Vandalu, who drinks only the blood of Darussia and Belmondo recently, has no monster or animal blood to feed blood soccer players.

So it was natural for Vandaloo to use his own blood.

"Your blood !?"

As a result, he cannot understand why Orlock was surprised, and is confused.

"Yeah, I'm a dumpy, so my injuries heal quickly."

He explained immediately that blood soccers stopped eating and began to cramp.

"Guru Puru Aaaaaaa!"

He squeezes his bones and turns back and opens his eyes to the limit. The entire eyeball turns bloody, the mouth tears to the ears, and the fangs and claws develop thick and long.

"Th-This is……!?"

"It looks like you're ranked higher. Do guild masters know the top breed of blood soccer?"

"Oh, I guess it must be a race called deep blood soccer. A dangerous undead that combines the ferocity and cunning intelligence of blood soccer ...?"

While tracing his memory, Orloc worried that the undead who had turned into deep blood soccer would break out of Vandalu's theme ... forgetting his bond with his master and returning to just a monster.

"Deep blood soccer is not a new breed, but it seems like a reasonable upgrade. Let's celebrate with putting blood on the dessert."

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Deep blood soccer cheers and rejoices at the decision of Vandaloo. After seeing it, Orlock realized that his fears were off the mark.

"So please check the other followers as well."

"Hmm? Oh, are they?"

Orlock turned to them, perhaps for the thalia who brought the meal. I was only paying attention to deep blood soccer because of the danger and presence, but they are also undead. After all, it will be necessary to judge immediately.

…… It seems like you are not worried when you are preparing a meal, but it is better if there is less turmoil that may be pierced by temples and nobles.

"Yes, but there are still vampire trees, living statues and zombie dogs in the yard."

"Are you still there?"

"Yes, please bring a crampon."

When Vandaloo calls out, a crampon walks.

"This is it."

Behind them are a row of vampire trees, moving stone statues, and dogs with partially exposed skulls and ribs.

By the way, insect-type monsters are stored in Vandaloo's [Body World]. They judged that there were too many to be judged at once.

Insect-type monsters can be judged again at a later date with Pete and Quinn.

“…………”

"I'd be grateful if I could judge the undead in the house after that. I'd like to ask you to check on how to deal with the undead's hygiene issues. Will I have dinner and a room if I can? "

"... I can ask you."

It's overtime tonight. So Orlock prepared.

Then, Orlock took a break from the next day due to mental fatigue, and decided to extend the examination of Pete's insect-type monsters after enrolling in the adventure school.

A special adventure school in Orbaum, the capital of the Orbaum election kingdom ... a hero prep school where children of aristocratic children who are late in birth and who cannot inherit the patriarch, children of powerful merchants, children of advanced adventurers, etc. enter. It is the day when the entrance examination will be held.

If you can graduate from this school, you will get a foil whether you join the knights or act as an adventurer. Also, the curriculum is simpler than a simple adventure school, and the graduates have a higher survival rate. For a talented ordinary child, if you can enroll, you will be able to gain connections and skills.

Many children and young people gather once every six months to enter such an attractive school.

Of course, this is not as much as the Japanese test war on Earth. At most a few hundred people.

"Less than expected, Van"

"Unlike ordinary adventurer schools, it seems that the admission qualification is limited to 25 years old, so that may be the reason."

Among them, Pauvina was physically more than one head away and glanced. There are some giants, but she is the only one who is three meters tall.

"Is that the adoption of Darussia Zaccato? ... Is it really a beast race? I've never heard of a pig beast race."

"It's because of the giant blood, so that's why it's big. I've never heard of it ... it's a rare species ... it seems to have been living together in a dark elven hideout."

"Hmm, it's ability to judge that a race is rare. That figure would have power, but what else?"

Other children whisper and whisper about Pauvina, but she doesn't care much.

"Well, where is Dumpel?-Rumors say you'll be taking the exam together.

"Is that a doll? It's pretty big."

"Wow, did you move?"

And the presence of Vandaloo was noticed, but it was not noticed because the sign was low.

As a result, the bell rings to start the exam, and the students enter the school premises and first challenge everyone to take the common exam.

It is a test to determine whether the adventurer has the basic abilities needed ... physical strength and basic academic ability.

Marathon with weights assuming leather armor and luggage. Then, the math needed to calculate your distribution of life and magical powers, and then the reading and writing tests needed to read the request form.

The paper test is nasty right after the exercise, but that's the basics because you have to be able to figure out your vital and magical powers even during intense exercises and nervous battles. If you can't, just enter a normal adventure school.

"Van, it's hard (to make it less noticeable)"

"I've been practicing though."

Of course, it was an easy test for Pauvina and Vandaloo. It was too easy to win, and even if I ran for a little jogging, I couldn't help but get rid of the other kids.

Examiners saw the margin to some extent.

(I see, it's a strategy to keep your head spinning when you take the next paper test while preserving your physical strength. This test is not a competition of speed, but because it passes if you can complete it. It is a good strategy.)

And I was impressed thinking so.

After the paper test, we take a break until afternoon. After lunch, candidates will take different exams based on their skills and aspirations. Aspiring avant-garde with martial arts skills, aspiring avant-garde with magic, and aspiring scouts have different requirements.

"Attention!"

Vandalou and Pauvina, who finished eating a Darussa-made lunch, turned their eyes to a man who appeared at the venue.

The man was a red-haired elf, trained with a fearless look and a lean body, reminiscent of a veteran of the past. In fact, there is no gap in its behavior. Obviously, from the perspective of Vandaloo, it is not just a person.

However, it gives off a tired atmosphere. In particular, his eyes look like a dead fish with no life.

"I'm Dan Drip, I've been assigned to the second half of the exam. I'll teach you if you're able to enroll. No matter whether you're aristocrats or not, I'm not discriminating or distinguishing. To take the exam at

However, when he spoke in such a harsh tone, he announced that he would begin the second half of the exam.

"Van, what happened?"

Pauvina questioned Vandalu, standing still and leaning, as he stood up and walked.

`` No, I felt that the voice of the elf man, Dandrip, was similar to Rudolph. ''

Vandalu remembered a blue-haired elf bard who had taken a lesson from Kanako in the town of Moxy.

"Maybe it's a brother."