While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

We went first to the village of Frata and said this around.

"I'm sorry, in the undead collection business. Let me know if there's an undead around you ~. Life for the undead, too? Yes, there is. Hand it over to us without baking the undead."

"Witches on the plateau, you're doing weird things again." "Witches, how do you tell an undead?

It's easy to listen to people from the village as they come together.

"Apparently, the undead might be around here. There's no harm in that, but it's not good for the undead to be in a bad spot, so I'm going to protect them."

Explain why very clearly.

"Let me know if any of you are wearing perfume very tightly."

"Well, my lady, the perfume is always tough." "If you think it smells good and you get close, there's like a monster." "You guys, if they ask, they'll knock you down!

It's a swallowing thing. There is no undead in the village of Frata.

That's when the sky darkened.

Fatra became Leviathan and was flying in the sky. It may be Varnia, but the way it flies is quiet and graceful, so it would be more of a furtra.

As always, don't stand out...... Some of the villages have been taken lightly. It's a supergiant creature, so you won't get used to it.

and something fell from that furtra.

Something paper keeps coming from the sky.

I picked one up and it said this.

He's retreating.

Undead, aren't you near you? Or aren't you undead?

Our demons will protect it responsibly. There are other undead's, so you can have friends!

Contact Belzebub Fartra Varnia Bussler.

Draw the following magic formations on the ground and chant with Remda Fili Owesva.

* Note that this paper is naturally gentle plant paper, so it turns to earth.

The Demons are cluttered to do after all!

But at this rate, the demons will destroy the humans if they are bluffing. The army that can beat Leviathan or something won't. I feel it's made up of such a dangerous balance.

"No. You're a big animal." "Mom, that, keep it!" "You can't afford to eat it!

People in Frata Village, you're over-trained. Or is it also my responsibility to live nearby......

Thus, Fatra's flyer manoeuvres spanned the entire state. They weren't part of the noise the army was going to make, but the noise subsided because they couldn't fly bows and arrows to Leviathan's height, and they flew straight away somewhere.

It's just that after that day I complained to Belzebub at the launch liquor store.

"If this is it, there's no point in me joining...?

"That's not true... It's also important to make money on your feet..."

Can I just look you in the eye and tell you what?

"If anyone has any idea about this, there should be a declaration. That's a really sensible way to do it."

Fartra is barely a doorman. I admit the measure, but it's not worth our existence.

"I'm tired of running even the state and handing out chisels...... I thought I'd go back to slime......"

Mr. Bussler burned out and had his face on the table at the tavern.

Don't use this one for training.

"It's tough, but we need to be strong... That way you can make more money..."

The motive is impure!

"The food in the store here, it doesn't usually taste good... I don't like the way the fire goes through. Even though the same ingredients can certainly taste better...... The skin of the bird is not clear..."

The cook Varnia complained all the time. They have an unforgivable part.

"Well, that's all we've done. It's only a matter of time before we find the undead."

The leader, Belzebub, just seemed to drink happily that he had already won, and smelled with a flat fan.

Something's turned into a weird launch...

"Azsa, I want you to come tomorrow just in case. We'll probably find him by tomorrow."

"Yes, yes, I work part-time."

But contrary to Belzebub's assumptions, there was no contact with the undead.

I also tried flyers in nearby states, but no response.

"I rode up to the reef..."

Either that or the perfectionist looking furtra had a blue face.

Every night, it is a launch in some town liquor store. Apparently, the Demons are the kind of people who want to do the launch.

"Possible possibilities are, first, that there is no undead in the first place, and second, that there is an undead but the person is hidden. The flyer doesn't work either."

"Uhm...... I spent a lot of money on flyers, so I want results... Officials at the accounting bureau are about to tell me..."

Belzebub had his head in a matter of seemingly national officials.

"Hey, Azsa, do you have any ideas? You can do it!

"Hey! Don't lift it conveniently. Mostly, or unknown, he said the hurdles were too high."

Actually, it's possible we're even looking for something that doesn't exist.

"Why don't you put a bounty on the undead flyer? Like five million gold if you find it."

"I don't have that kind of budget, and when you do that, a guy like Bussler says he found it and he brings his demma."

You know, I thought it was terrible for your apprentice, but Mr. Bussler looked giddy, so both fights were won and lost.

"Um... do you have any idea...? Mr. Azsa is more familiar with human land..."

The blue-white-faced furtra told me.

"I've heard absolutely nothing about undead topics - there was"

Where is it? I heard that word recently...