"Anyway, I don't know what the fuck you're fuckin 'sappy about, grannies"
Rickal, a young man who had finished the fight earlier, groaned as if he had been frightened by the battle of the Tors.
If you think the sword has suddenly disappeared, it shows up in a different place, and if you think you've thrown something, the Kobolts put it together, spraying blood and falling in.
I thought so, Moo was just glittering his legs blue and white and jumping on the spot, and Sola had just lifted her wand with her powerful face.
Sisan, who was similarly eager to stare, replies as she nodded heavily at the red-haired boy's best words.
"Oh.... but there's only one thing I know for sure"
"Oh, seriously?
"I knew Mr. Thor was something else."
Hink, who was collecting the right ear of the knocked down cobolt and the demon stone, leaks bossly to the shield boy who makes him say it out with a serious face.
"Honestly, when Mr. Thor gets involved, you're the same."
"You're a little too admirable, Sisan is"
"So, but Mr. Thor, I think, is a really amazing person"
Against Alessia, who has interrupted the conversation in a troubled tone, neighbor Ecklia honestly agrees with Cisan.
For the Bossarian-born girl, the Tors were not only heroes who saved the city, but also beings who changed their lives dramatically.
Sisan, who sparkled her eyes at the appearance of an unexpected ally, shakes hard up and down holding the red-haired girl's hand.
"It's just Ecklia, she'll understand how this feels!
"What are you gonna do now?"
Alessia pulls their hands off with a hasty face, but Ecklia dyes her face red and gets depressed.
Hink shrugged his shoulders and continued his words as he let the subtle air flow.
"I know a little bit of what it's like to be obsessed, but if you don't do what you do for now, Mr. Thor at heart will love you."
"You're right. Look, Cisan, put your arms out. Too much tension, you twisted a little."
"Magic, you can shoot three more times!
"No injuries this way. The sausage of the sword is perfect."
At the end of the battle, the youngsters tried to check the state of their bodies, the amount of magic, their equipment, etc. to speak to each other.
This is also what Thor told me to start.
The bowman boy, who is secretly growing up to be a good subleader, let his tenacious companions sigh.
Then proceed for two hours without difficulty exorcising the monsters you encounter.
Finally, the youngsters and the Tors reach the depths of the Dog Ghost Hill.
When I get to this area, the ground bulge is pretty intense, and the outlook is getting worse.
Just as the sun had plunged directly above us, a line climbing one of the hills without the wasteland tsu decided to take a noon break.
Burn a faraway incense that doesn't donate monsters to quickly spread and prepare your luggage.
Today's lunch is bread with a hamburger of tooth mites.
On the bread reheated in a heat generator hang similarly reheated meat, leafy vegetables, and plenty of green bean-crushed sauce.
The rest is finished with another piece of bread on top.
Moo and Sola, who had just worn them, were in a great panic, amicably spraying the sauce from the other side.
Thor also enjoys a meal while enjoying the views.
Due to the approaching summer, the sun falls on the hillside that gently sears the skin.
But there's nothing to block it, so it's quite comfortable with the cool wind passing through.
Shaken by the hood he was wearing at the depth of his eyes, Euril leaked a grunt at the landscape spreading ahead as he pursued with his gaze the whereabouts of the wind.
"Oh, it's rare to have a red tree."
It's like a bunch of red-brown trees floating all the way across the hill.
Sora, who was cheeking the bread next door, turned her eyes round and returned the words.
"Ngu, ugh. Looks like you're burning in a fire."
"That's definitely the next hunting ground."
It should have been for Red Scale (E-rank) adventurers.
There are troublesome monsters sitting there, and they're struggling with a lot of things.
As Thor turns his mind to a sight he hasn't seen yet, Moo pulls his sleeve as he finishes eating his hiccup pinch bread first.
"Nah, To, don't you have apples?
"Is it a snack already? Can you eat properly?
"Yeah, rice with kurosuke"
When Thor handed him the smaller apple, the child stood his teeth happily.
Moo sounding shaky and creepy doesn't seem to question his actions at all.
It takes till the core to finally remember the purpose.
"Shit! It was a rice noodle."
In a hurry, lower the hipster bug basket, gently open the lid and insert the core of the apple inside.
Only insects born on the ground seemed fine even if they were shaken somewhat.
Slightly moving raspberries began to smoke sweet fruit juice as they spanned the bait.
Moo leaks his grumpy voice as he peeks into the state of it.
"Ha, it's crummy and shiny"
"Right. Good for you."
"Yeah!"
After lunch, it is finally an exploration of the entrance and exit of the dungeon.
Sora, who was looking over from the top of the hill, finds a black shadow a short distance away from her aim.
The bigger the sisans bend their backs, the more depth they seem to have.
"It was easy to find."
"That's not so sweet, Sola."
"It's all hazy. Nah. Moo, this way, this way"
Riccal calls the child as he snorts at Alessia's words.
"What?
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
"Moo's not that easy."
"Tame. I'll show you how to yawn the rashes later."
"Rara!
Moo, who undertook in two replies, lets the little violet snake fly.
"Oh, my God, they're coming!
"One. Mr. Thor, what do you want to do?
"Can I see it?
"Okay. Hink, Tam."
At Sisan's behest, the bowman's boy quickly connected the arrow and unleashed it into the back of the cave without narrowing it down.
If you repeat that movement about three times, you will hear a low roar from the back of the hole.
It was a large beast with blue fur that showed itself from the darkness.
Your body looks like a bear, but your face is elongated and reminds you of a dog somewhere.
Swinging his arms all over the dirt, the monster was struck by a hink that had shot an arrow at him.
Sisan's shield, which just came forward, takes its long nails.
The hard sound of the iron meeting sounds, but the boy's body is not even frightened.
Riccal sticks his sword out for its flank where the monster's movement stops.
A Hink's arrow, distanced at the same time, was released for angry eyeballs.
But when it comes to monsters in the depths, it doesn't seem so sweet.
Because of a slight twist in the neck, the arrow hits a stiff skull and it does.
Riccal's sword also slipped with supple fur and remained only in light stab wounds.
While the wound also plays in time, the monster raises a grunting scream.
Riccal avoiding wiggled nail tips with a single piece of paper.
There. Now Sisan, who came forward, slaps the stick.
But this is also shallow.
The blue fur that wraps the large body is slippery, and most attacks fail to show half its strength.
Long and sharp claws wielded at the mercy of force are powerful enough to engrave claw marks on iron shields as soon as possible.
The name of this fierce monster is Angry Hole Bear.
Strength is comparable to armored pigs in the Little Ghost Forest, so it was similarly considered a crusade for F-rank promotion.
However, in Botsaria it is not called the bronze class, but the blue-skinned class, named after the colour of the fur.
Naturally, it's a tough opponent to defeat if you don't cooperate in a five-man party.
Similar shortcomings existed in this monster, as there were weaknesses such as not being able to make small turns on armored pigs that just gave the impression of being too ferocious at first sight.
Actually, if you blind yourself too much to anger, you'll just wave your arms around the dark clouds.
That's why if you get caught off guard and close, you'll feed your nails, but there's no clue around it for the Sisans, who have defeated you many times.
"The red fruit of the flame tree -"
A good prayer phrase is spun from further behind the Sisans, who were somehow firmly distanced.
The red fireball, which flew through the universe with an arc, burns up as a red lotus flame when it hits the head of the hole bear.
A monster screaming dull and rolling to the ground.
Rickal and Hink continue to shower blades and arrows at dumb hole bears who seal their own movements.
And when you get up, keep your distance again.
The monster, whose face had been carefully burned, nodded as if exhausted.
The Cisans only recover the tail, which is the proven site of the crusade, and the nail, which has a high buyout.
Unfortunately, fur and meat are left behind because of the effort involved.
"I see, it was a hole bear's nest."
"Yes, yes. A hassle."
A major factor in the hassle of finding the entrance to the dungeon was the fault of these angry hole bears.
At first glance, you can't tell if it's a monster's nest hole or a labyrinth.
So I actually have to go in and make sure.
But then, after a long time, there is also the danger of face-to-face with the hole bear just now in a narrow hole.
I wish I could shoot an arrow in and lure it out luckily, but often it doesn't work out very well.
So it's Moo's turn.
Hole bears are basically one hole at a time, so it is a mechanism that can be easily found in < detector >.
Afterwards, a row that attracted about four hole bear nest holes, but finally finds a hole that looks like it.
"Hmm, there's gonna be a lot of nasty kanji! But some of them are good for you."
"Does that mean there's a hole bear too?
"I don't know. Come on, there's plenty of them!
Moo, entering the cave, points to the smaller hole that was empty on the side wall.
Apparently it branches into a hole leading to the back and a small hole on the side.
The small hole is close to the vertical hole, and the bottom one cannot be covered in darkness and foreseen.
A child who was snooping in in the wind, such as fear, but I guess the string was loose because I removed it many times and watched it.
Then a bug basket fell out of his hips and disappeared into the hole so that he could be sucked in.
"Kurosuke!
Moo, who raised a loud scream, jumped into the hole without hesitation, chasing the calluses.