That's why Tor and the three of them decided on a cave attack for the little ghosts.
But that's not where the story ends.
A deliberate voice flew over Thor's back as he tried to turn his heel back.
"Heh, so you're the hidden hero of this city. I just wanted to see you."
The Lord of Voices was a red-haired woman who was making a scene at the desk.
Once again, the turned toil checks its appearance.
The year is fifteen years old or older and twenty five years old or younger.
Though it has an eye-catching and neat face, there is often an atmosphere in which people realize that they are beautiful.
White loose blouse with perfect leather shorts and spotless long leather shoes.
The sword you're lowering to your hips looks pretty skinny.
From the way the wrist muscles attach, he seems to be quite a user.
There's gold, there's arms, and a woman who seems to be self-assertive.
Besides, he looks like an adventurer from the looks of it, but there's no plate down his neck.
Deciding it would only be trouble, Thor breaks up the conversation in one word.
"If you were talking earlier, you're lying. I'm sorry."
"What, really?
"Ma'am, that's probably a lie too."
"What, really? Which is it!
Sneaking in my ears was a Tea Horn man who had refrained behind me.
Slightly shorter, but wider shoulder-width, arms and necks peeking through gaps in black armor are thick enough to open.
The face leaves some child face, but from the thickness of the corner of his forehead he would be around twenty years old.
The red-haired woman scoffed at the man's advice with a toil in her face.
Because she is beautiful, her face is quite the same.
"Well, fine. 'Cause I just wanted to see what kind of side a guy bothered to throw away the chance to earn fame."
"Well, you've done your errands."
"Not yet. I heard you were going to the dungeon. Then compete with us. Which first defeats the Lord of the Labyrinth..."
"I can't do that, ma'am. It seems like a small dungeon, so it's probably a shift."
"Oh, yes... Uh, then I'll give you the lead."
"Thank you, I'll be grateful. Can we go now?
"Wait, ma'am. That could win a third party. And in the first place, we don't have the right to challenge anyone who hasn't registered as an Adventurer yet."
The underground labyrinth, whirling with handicaps, breaks in in in large numbers and collects many monsters at that sign.
Therefore, it is the iron rule to challenge a limited number of parties.
And in the case of a small dungeon like a little ghost cave, it's basically customary to set the number of days one party at a time to go for domination.
"You're in trouble. Do something, Godan."
"Yeah, then why don't you try more gones and just negotiate?
"That's a good idea. See you later, plain hero."
The red-haired woman, gracefully graced, also heads to the counter.
Tor, who sent a sympathetic gaze to Enna, the receptionist who clung her face, took her leg to Yuryl's sitting bench and sat next to it.
Moo, who lent him the soft knee pillow of a quiet beauty, drips from his mouth and falls asleep.
Just in time to get there, and Sora came back from the counter.
"Yes, landlord. Not, Mr. Euril. Adventurer's Bills, I've Got It."
"Oh, thank you"
"A black frame is kind of nice to look like an adult"
Euril stares back at the handed black edged plate with a shiver.
In those grey eyes, the others had an incredibly intricate color.
After a short while, Thor uttered words of apology.
"Excuse me, Mr. Euril. This is what happened."
"No, never mind. It's not Mr. Thor's fault."
While gently stroking the child's cheeks, Yuryl smiles with her silver hair sarcastically shaken.
Tor, who nodded small at the appearance, honestly conveyed his feelings.
"I will soon conquer the Little Ghost Cave and catch up, so just wait a little longer"
"Yes, I'm looking forward to taking the time to look forward to seeing you like this"
The next day, the three Tors headed to the Little Ghost's Cave.
Plus a little late ten miners follow.
One of the characteristics of the dungeon is that various minerals can be picked from the walls of the labyrinth.
This is said to be due to the fact that when a dungeon is formed from deep underground, underground resources are pushed together to come up near the ground.
But even by chance, the output is quite high.
For this reason, there are theories in yesterday's research that there is a role like bait to invite people into the dungeon.
Miners who work in caves can't resist meeting monsters.
So the adventurer infiltrates in advance and needs to exorcise the monsters around the area to be mined.
But the constant gushing temper in the dungeon causes the monster to be laid off again and again in a short time.
With this little ghost cave, the hobgoblins' roaming begins again in about two hours.
By then, once the miners had finished their work, they were expected to come outside.
While the miners are inside, the Tors are out of hand.
Wherever you want to stay on top of a two-tier offense, you may also lose unexpectedly.
Fighting within the dungeon during the mining was forbidden because of the danger that the miners would then be involved.
In front of the Tors on break, the miners busily exit and enter the cave again and again.
Already beside the cave were piles of iron and copper ore being carried out.
And somehow he mixed it up with the miners, and Moo was also making little piles of stone to play with.
Make sure the Sora's magic is back, and Thor lifts his hips.
For another hour, mining operations should continue.
But you don't have to cave in, there's quite a few things you can do.
"All right, let's go clean up the monsters around us"
"Yes, Moochan."
"Mm, Deng? Toe."
"Oh, we're gonna hunt roots. Find me a pig if you can."
"Okay, you're Innoceous! Let Moo do it."
The result of this day is forty-five Hobgoblin crusades.
To twenty-two goblins, there was one armored pig.
The armored pig finished lightly with Tor, who was used to the iron sword, and Sola's activity, which allowed him to twist in effectively < flip >.
Now it's safe, Moo is also promoted to the Bronze Class.
I decided to cut the pork into pieces and ask the miners to carry it.
Ore is fine if left alone overnight, because pigs are eaten up when they are found by goblins.
Monsters do not distinguish between dead meat.
"Your first day went well. All right. Fourteen days left. We're gonna keep our heads together."
"Yes, I'll do my best."
"Moo's gonna hang in there too! Toe."