"Are you finally here?"
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Just a few more mock games."
"I fully understand the importance of training. My expectations just slipped my mouth. Never mind."
Thor loosened his mouth to the story of a man who would not go through the rainbow adventurer bill at all.
The lord of this room, on the second floor of the Adventurers Bureau, behind the big oak door, does not appear to be any different from before.
"You were out of time, Mr. Oren."
"Oh, is that the Grey Ear lady? The name is definitely something like Euril. Thank God you're here."
"Hello - Long time no see"
"Grandma, were you lying to me?
"Oh, I don't breathe. You were named Sola and Mummy. I've been reading a lot of combat records."
It was Oren, the director of the library that binds the vast bibliography, who deliberately summoned the Tors via the director.
He once taught me all sorts of things about witches in demonic swamps.
Moo, who approached him, slaps him safely and pessimistically on the thighs of a magnificent man who lifted his round glasses.
"This place is full of books. Nah, don't you have a book on rashes?
"There is."
Apparently there is.
"Hmm, it was this way. Oh, here it is."
What Oren pulled out of the back shelf was a luxuriously fitted book about half the length of Moo's back.
On the cover, however, is the title Toxic Moth figure and Bug Monster Atlas.
"Look, the page from here is beetles."
"Ooh! Awesome, old man!
A child with eyes and mouths rounded emits an excited voice on a painting of a monster with a finely painted crust.
Moo, who had just had a table and chair ready, turned the page obsessed.
Sora, who likes rare things, also peeks over its shoulder and reads out the narrative instead of Moo.
"Heh, this is delicious in my stomach. Oh, there's three corners over here!
"Shh, wow..."
Leaving two fun people alone, Tor cuts to the point.
"So you wanted to hear about the Demons."
"Oh, because the sightings of large species are invaluable. Not to mention the labyrinth lord, and if you even crusaded, I want you to listen to me."
To Oren, who rides himself out with his notebook in one hand, Thor and Euril talk about the battle at the bottom of the flames as they complement each other.
Starting with the description of the appearance, the habits, behaviors, etc. are slightly entered and listened to.
Among them, Oren showed particular interest in the story of the four faces that were in the neck part of the head of the Demonic Nation.
"Similar imitations of the magic moves you chanted..."
"Yes, it's hard to believe, but it was pretty much the same magic trick we use"
"I've had those theories for a long time, but this is the first time you've heard a real example."
By cultivating the skill tree given by the mercy of the Genesis God, man can use martial and magical techniques.
And there are similar skills, dark moves, that exist in the subraces, servants of the exterminated gods.
What Oren said was, in fact, a theory as to whether this dark move was brought about by a mutated skill tree.
They even have the hypothesis that the demonic stones that arise at the neck of the subrace are organs for converting temper into magic.
"Speaking of which, a first-degree demon stone was also removed from the face of that labyrinth lord's neck."
"Perhaps the quality of the magic stone reduces the degree of reproduction of the magic moves. Or maybe only the Demon Clan can fully harness the power of the Demon Stone."
"If you think about it, Tsujitsu fits, but that's a very disrespectful story."
It's not disrespectful.
When monsters use the power of the six great gods' sheltered skill trees, the likes of this world will be overshadowed from the ground up.
The three, gazing at each other, nodded quietly.
"Let's get this story over with now. You don't have to say anything else."
"Oh, the temple people could hang me upside down."
"If it's a temple of exploration, you can just bury it in the snow."
"I want to give you a break about that, too. You don't like cold. That's right, there were about two related reports coming around. You hear me?"
As Tor nodded, the man with round glasses gently tapped a bunch of paper loaded on his desk to continue the conversation.
"First of all, the fourth hierarchy you've found, but the name has been set for the everlasting dark hierarchy."
"Right. Well, it's inconvenient not to have a nickname. By the way, that name..."
"Basically, it looks like Director Dadan is making up his mind."
Tor lifted his eyebrow roots wide to the fact that became apparent in the twenty-sixth year of adventurer's life.
I'll see what I was wondering at last.
"Is this the first time this new hierarchical door comes out on its own?
"No, you've also seen reports of doors to the lower levels appearing when the third tier first crusaded the Dragon of the Body, the Labyrinth Lord"
In unexpected return, Thor and Euril gaze at each other.
That corroborated the doubts of the two of us that an abandoned underground prison was not in itself a trap that lured prey deep.
Oren, who received a detailed explanation from the Tors, made an astonishing statement with a difficult face.
"Actually, even fixed dungeons in nearby border streets have found very similar troublesome tricks,"
"Really!?
Although in a standing position to seek out good adventurers, the border streets were not genuinely in conflict with each other, rather a cooperative relationship was essential because when one perished, it would be a challenging situation in the chain.
Once a year, I hear it's even open to meetings where city chiefs gather.
You think there's even an exchange deal for adventurers that goes well with fixed dungeons everywhere?
"It's a story that's been circulating through that meeting, but it says here that it's getting harder and harder to attack than it was in the days of Director Dadan and others."
Over time, the underground labyrinths are changing from a cave to a vicious place to lure adventurers out of mass quantities of monsters.
If you think about it, even outbreak dungeons produce precious ores, but maybe that's also to attract a lot of humans.
Think that far, one footage inadvertently floats behind Thor's brain.
That was the sight I saw that day from the Dragon Boat.
A huge blank that keeps spreading so black.
Tor shook his head to the left and right as if he had been fascinated and cast out the "coma hole" that he couldn't get away with.
"So, what's the other report?
"Oh, the witches you've defeated before, but the similarities in body tissue have increased the likelihood of the Demons."
Apparently some of the previously recovered witch's bodies were very similar to those of the King of Flowers and the Three Necks brought back by the Tors.
They seemed like plants at first glance, but did not appear to require water or sunlight, and in addition they had strong resistance to heat and dark temper.
"Perhaps the theory that the Demons were not born in this world is correct. If I stay alive, I will progress more research... The swamp witch in particular is a rare example that could be observed on earth. It was a huge loss of opportunity that knocked you down, no, you were silent, I'm sorry. But I'm staring at the fact that the Demons are deeply involved in the situation. At least if you have a clue what their purpose is..."
Sora accidentally looks up and pinches her mouth as Moo and I watched the drawings amicably until then to the look of Oren, who has been pushed to silence.
"Hey, Tor. Maybe it's still there."
".................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"You know something?
"I can't assure you, I know a place on earth where I can see the Demons. Maybe we can observe it safely up close."
"Hey, what the hell! Where is that!?
Tor nodded and replied quietly to Oren, who was stuffed with momentum that seemed to drop his glasses.
"It's the village where me and Sola were born."