- Labyrinth basement, fourth floor.
A group of Ranger Guilds contacted by the "Bounty Neck Salvado Pickup" lined up to conduct a search.
Because they created notorious criminals from the same guild, they were watching for more opportunities to pick them up.
Salvado lurked himself in the slum district, sometimes setting his chaser in a trap and paying him back. The Rangers were burning their hands.
It was an arrow-tipped event that got the news that Guildmaster Crow was so ready to mobilize. Their face is rounded up because it took the form of a side-by-side grab on Salvado's neck.
A group of leader-like men blur as they look down at the yellow arrow on the stone floor.
"What the hell. There's also a polite arrow on this floor. What kind of idiot did this to you?"
"Heh. He said a warrior guild fool painted it to lay on everything. It's just that he was eaten by a hell of a cat while he was painting it."
"... Are you telling me that we got ahead of ourselves by an Alliance that has such an idiot? You're gonna cry."
The leader strokes his cheeks with a sad look that makes him swollen like a mite. The figure is as big as a bear, but the surrounding atmosphere is like a small animal. I got a cage from the Alliance Master and a lot of important things were broken.
"Or head. You cheer me up. Why don't you work again and ask your sister to recognize you?"
"That's right. This time it happens. It was just bad luck."
"You can do that salvado with luck?
"Yes, no. Well, that's it."
"Enough said. Anyway, just erase all these arrows. Because a runaway fool is the culprit of a trap."
As the leader steps on the arrow, he gives instructions to his men.
"Shouldn't you just leave such an idiot alone?
"I have to finish what's inside me, even though I've been removed. I have things I have to protect even in operations like ours. Do it if you know what I mean."
"Heh, heh!
".................. Damn you, you big Salvado idiot"
A man of leadership - Bogan had eyes on Salvador. Because I knew at a glance that the talent would grow further if I polished it.
He tapped into the various skills needed by the Rangers and the lightness of their combat skills. With experience, Salvado gained fame as the trapper he deserved to call first class.
That's the beginning and end of falling into the outer path, guild removal, down to the bounty neck. He even hung it in the hands of the guilders who were inside him.
Don't let him live as soon as possible, Guildmaster Kraw told me to kill him and bring his neck back.
Bogan volunteered to go after him himself. To make it easier with this hand for the disciple who fell into the outer path.
Hearing that was taken over by a warrior guild little girl, Bogan doubted her ears. But the proven right hand did show Salvado's death.
The only job left for Bogan was to identify the remains and recover the traps. But according to the story of the little girl I picked up, she didn't retain the prototype. How we fought and how Salvado died. Bogan thought he needed to check later. Directly from the little girl who picked up Salvador.
After a while, the first employee returns to report.
"Or head -"
"I've been meaning to tell you this for a long time, but stop being a head. I'm not the guild master."
"So, but your head is your head. I didn't give a shit about my sister, okay?"
"It's not good. Then it's like a bandit's family."
"Well, I don't know what to call it."
A little troubled, Bogan recalls the name of a certain general. A brave general of the kingdom of Us who can bomb martial names around art. The regiment led takes the alias of the Steel Division.
"Right. Then you call me“ Bogan of Steel. "Well, it's going to be strong."
My men look out for Bogan in a respectful manner.
"I understand, my head!
"Boulders are heads! Wow, you look so strong!
"Head, I'll follow you for the rest of your life!
"... you have no idea."
Bogan holds his head. With this weakness of the head, it is strange in the world because his skills and knowledge as a ranger - unlocking, concealment, handling traps and poisons, and assassination - are top notch.
From the men's point of view, it seems stranger that they are as giant as Bogan and show more lightness than they are.
A giant bear moves like a cat, swinging a big axe and slaughtering an enemy. Stupid big hands, letting him cleverly create a trap. Plus, he's good at sewing and cooking. Cleaning and laundry are also familiar.
"So, what are you here to report?
"That's right! Oh, my God, my head!
"What's the big deal? The Salvado idiot was alive?
"Yes, no, you're not. I heard there was a group of Salvado. I found a small room. A client."
"A visitor? Do you know what would happen if they licked me any more? What do you think I'm gonna do to Kraw?
Crowe, the guild master, is scared when he pisses him off. There's really no forgiveness. Extremely abusive.
If you want to make excuses, a whip will fly in and make you look as delightful as Bogan is now. Even so, it is lighter among the punishments.
Kraw beat Bogan to death just once. The punishment that was executed afterwards is horrible to speak of.
The nightmares of the past begin to come back to life, and Bogan's body shudders and shrinks. Tremors are transmitted to the axe.
It's supposed to be a conjugal pattern for once, but it's actually close to a subordinate relationship. Needless to say, the Lord is one or the other. Because Bogan does all the chores and parenting.
"Or head, mind for sure! Your face is bright blue!
"Ugh, let me! Yes, I'll be on board right now. Then show me around!
Bogan grows angry as he bites his tongue. My men will lead the way and lead us to the small room where Salvado was taken over.
In front of the red arrow, the bogans stopped. The momentum was forcibly blocked.
"- That's it. Warning, if you cross that red arrow, I will attack you without question."
"Hey, what?"
The humans in the small room turn their crossbows so that they can target the Bogans. None of this seems suitable for battle. Physical stature, equipment, but there is no color of fear in its eyes. If you push ahead without following the warning, they will definitely shoot you.
"I gave you a warning because you're human. If it was a demon, I would have shot it. That's why. Go around. Turn right and turn back. We're busy."
A wild three-knit woman and four men stand on their knees with crossbows. Other humans seem to be taking their equipment and hitting the job. They're not recovering the body, investigating it, but dismantling the trap. They are moving their arms without even paying attention to pressing situations or anything else.
"That's not why. The guy who was here is Salvado, who was with us. If we have to do it after that. If you know what I mean, you're the ones who have to get out of here."
When Bogan turns his big axe, his men get what they need. Some set up throwing knives.
In other words, some of my men will be hit, but they can be swept away with the rest. That's what Bogan decided.
"…… Do you know the old saying that if you hurry, you should run?
Three knitted women asked, so Bogan shook his head to the side.
"I don't know."
"If there's a situation that needs to be rushed, it means run with the intention of dying. It's the most obvious word. That means you're not eligible to enter this room. In other words, this exquisitely crafted set of traps means that our academic guild will have a beautiful and refreshing monopoly."
"What are you doing out of your mind! You weak Heboscholars, you're killing me!
My men yell and scatter, but the three-knit woman flushes flat. Since the eye area is blocked by long forehead, it is not possible to see the emotions. But the mouth is confidently distorted.
"There is a saying that curiosity kills dragons as well. Even the mighty dragon cannot stand in the way of our scholars' exploration."
"A lot of confidence in a woman's habits, but can such a toy stop us?
"This crossbow is heavily poisoned, but you won't be able to stop it. But we scholars know enough not to like our impoverishment. To make it up to you, you work your head desperately. I mean, this crossbow alone doesn't make it possible to wait for a raid. Do you understand?
My men move their gaze to draw attention to the woman's provocation.
".................. chip"
When Bogan observes the small room, he sees an impromptu trap set up on the upper side. It sounds like a firing type, but I don't know what's coming out. Some scholars are troublesome enough to deal with explosives and poisons. For not being blessed with magic talent, we are making an effort to build firepower to compensate for it. The results of research are rarely recognized by the public, but they go into research without even paying attention to it.
As far as Bogan's personal judgment is concerned, he sees no lethality in the trap set up by the scholars. It would be a restraint to protect itself. Luminescence or smoke? Or is it just haribote? The latter is very likely.
"Head, what do you want to do?
"Maybe a few will get hit, but you can finish it all off with the rest. Leave it to me."
"... I agree with you, but whether it's worth fighting for is in Salvado's trap or not"
The men ask Bogan to go in without being cowardly.
"Whatever the value of the trap, it will crush our face."
"You can't go home without a heboscholar licking you. My sister will kill me."
"Life is more important than Fumiko's. I'll take the blame. The whip will fly, but I can't change your lives."
"Or head!? Are you sure?
"I'm turning back. I'll report to Crowe."
Still overnight, Bogan instructed him to withdraw in a strong tone.
The crew turning back the corridor with a cloud like no choice.
Bogan also tried to follow, but raised his voice in retrospect.
"Three knitting women there. What's your name?
"My name is Lulurille. My father is Hammond and my mother is Lulu Lila. I'm Lulu Lille. My grandfather is a history researcher. My hobby is..."
"I haven't heard that far. But remember the name."
After Bogan smiled and looked at him, he lifted his hand and walked away.
When Lulu Lillet sees it, he grabs three knits and swings them around. It's a habit to think about.
The scholars holding the crossbow turn upside down with weakness. I'm not used to melee fights, so I exhale relief that it would have been dangerous if they had stormed me. I still have a lot to study. I'm not afraid to die, but I don't want to die.
Lulu Lile is not comfortable with scholarly skin habits, nor with melee warfare. I've decided on the brains of many demons with the tsuruhashi I carried. He likes the convenience of using it for excavation work and to crack demons. He is a dangerous person when he is fooled by the appearance of an adult.
"It was dangerous, wasn't it, Mr. Lulurille? It would have sucked if they'd stuck it in there."
"People like bears, they seemed to make sense, so I blew it. It's better than a demon."
"Didn't you see that the trap was just a decoration?"
"The bakery is the bakery. The trap is a ranger. What I did was give them enough reason to turn back."
After turning the three braids, watch the trap left by Bounty Neck Salvado. It is the purpose of the insensitive scholars who have deliberately entered the underground labyrinth.
Earlier this morning, reports of the Salvado takeover spread immediately. A trap created by Salvado that even skilled adventurers take on their hands. Lulurille, who wanted to recover and study the elaborate trap, boarded the Warrior Guild and gold out the place. The speed of that step is the Ranger face loss.
"Mr. Lulurille. The demolition of the trap has been completed. Do you want to go back?
"Right. Remove the remains after incineration. Thank you very much."
"Get ready for incineration! We're withdrawing!
"Huff, if we study the trap created by this lunatic, we can create something even better. I can't really forgive you for looking down on us as incompetent just because we don't have magic vessels. No magician can afford to be talented. Woof hoof!"
With a disgusting grin, Lulu Lillet takes out the formula in the bottle. Confirm that the human evacuation inside is over and throw the bottle into the room. With the sound of the explosion, the inside of the small room is inflamed and the remains without a prototype are engulfed in flames.
(We use our heads. Even if you can't use magic, you can use your head to start a fire. You smug magicians, look at it some day)
Following Lulu Lile's laugh, the scholars gaze at the flames with pleasure. Weapons, traps, weapons and drugs that anyone can use. Massive production of these and beating of both proud magicians. That is the underlying dark ambition of the scholars.
In the name of studying effective strategies for demons and developing effective weapons, he is in fact devoting his heart and blood to research against magicians.
For example, this' crossbow 'has been improved to make it easy for anyone to handle. Poison it to get great killing power. All you have to do is pull this trigger into the gap where the sorcerer is sloppily chanting. The difficulty is that productivity is very poor, so we are currently in the process of improving towards mass production.
Plans have also begun for the development of "Strong Crossbows" that have reduced productivity and further improved their power. It will take more than a few years to complete, but that's what research is all about.
- In the battlefield, it can be said that the magicians are gradually beginning to lose their place.
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"Um, can I ask you one thing?
"What?"
"My armor, where was it? And then the shield."
After Matari searches around the room, he comes to visit.
Naturally discarded the armor that had been damaged. It's full of holes and useless. I didn't have a shield, so I left it. Only the sword could be recovered.
"I disposed of it on the spot because I broke it with great momentum on the clap that you fell. I think the shield flew a little farther."
The brave man lied in the face. The suggestion matari turns a frigid eye toward me.
"Is it true?
"It's true. I don't care. I don't lie."
"... is that so? Uh, because I'm the one who fights boulders alive."
"It's obvious. I waited until you were feeling better. Let's go shopping later. Because I'll buy mine too."
"Then we have to find a cheap one somehow. Because armor is worth more."
"Uh, then you'll be fine. Because there is a prize money for such crumbs as salvado. Ten pieces of gold would be enough."
"Salvado? Bounty?
"It's Salvado with the bounty neck. The outside road I slaughtered."
The brave man shows a bag of gold coins with a good face.
"Sa, is salvado, that trapper salvado!? That infamous bounty neck!
Mattari sticks up a big voice. The brave man throws the change of clothes he bought when he said he was loud. A direct hit Matari sinks into bed.
"There was a lot going on after you fell, and if you did it, there was Salvado's neck. Okay?"
Properly cloudy by a brave man who is totally unwilling to explain. After you died, I can't believe I killed them all because I was upset.
"I have no idea."
"Well, just get dressed quickly. Shop today and get some sleep when you eat. You'll be fully recovered in three days."
Brave man moving gritty with his fingers on his matari forehead.
"No, not today anymore."
"It doesn't mean anything if you can't. There's no reason why we have to hurry. Demons cannot come out of the kingdom. And there's money. So you don't have to do it."
".................. yes"
I tried to argue, but reconsidered that the words of the brave man made sense, and Matari snorted reluctantly.
When he finished dressing and was ready, the brave men rolled out to the city. No heart or the look on the face of the brave seemed to float.
- Brave people like to shop.
"Isn't this good? Looks good and sturdy. I'm sure he'll look good on you."
"That's five gold coins! Such a luxury item is outrageous! It's a waste to me!
What the brave man pointed out was this eye-catching product in the martial arts store, "Demon-resistant armor". Well forged black steel with sturdy armor poured and manufactured with magic vegetables. The quality is different from the old armor Matari has been using so far. Impact resistant and durable. The effects of massively elaborated magic vegetables reduce their attack by magic. It is an armor that a skilled warrior should wear and is very untouchable with the rushing matari.
"Money doesn't make sense unless you spend it when you have it. It's not expensive, you like it. Yeah, I liked this"
Not if you liked Matari, but if you liked the brave. It is there that matters.
"That would be a lie when it comes to not wanting it, but it is still too expensive!
I hear my hustling daughters and the master of the armoury store shows up. He frowned and has a strange look.
"Looks like we're having a powerful conversation, but that's not the price you guys can afford. Turn it into leather or iron armor. It also has some demon resistance. Cheaper than anything."
"I was convinced this would suit Matari. That's why I'll take this one. Yes, money."
A brave man beats five gold coins in a prestigious manner. After the owner opens his eyes, he carefully checks one piece at a time.
"... dude. I brought this kind of money somewhere. I guess it's not the money you stole. Please don't make trouble."
"I would have gotten it if I'd killed my bounty neck."
"Bounty neck, huh?...... you mean salvado! You guys killed that son of a bitch!?
The shopkeeper punches his hand and shouts out. He remembered his anger because he lost his customer in a Salvado trap.
"You understand me? Then Matari, try it on quickly. Dad, help him. Because I'm what I look for."
"Ooh. I'd be happy to sell it if I knew what was going on. Hey, somebody come here for a second!
"Oh, that's so lame! Don't push it! Listen to me..."
"Shut up. Just come back here!
A brave man pushes Matari to argue. The store owner also understands and calls the female clerk. Matari is forcibly taken by the fat lady clerk who came. The brave man nodded with a satisfied look.
"But it's like you guys who do salvado. It's a big deal."
"Thank you very much. More than that, Dad, I want armor, too. Light and unbreakable guy. Look good if you can."
I don't care about the outfit, but it looks good but I've never been over it. The most important thing is whether you like it or not. Brave men take care of intuition.
"I do, though. He's an old guy, and he hasn't worked out his magic vegetables. So I can't recommend it."
"Let me see it."
"Uh, wait a minute."
When the brave man shows interest, the shopkeeper goes into the back and brings a large, cloth-covered box.
When the box is dusted, the owner opens it carefully.
"This is him. A stubborn blacksmith made it. Zhang Riya said she didn't know what magic vegetables were for. He's still a jerk."
From the box opened by the store owner, a light silver armor appeared. Years have passed, but the gloss is not dull. It is a delicacy at a glance. There seems to be some restraint in the decorations as well, with fine work on the chest.
"You don't look good. And it seems light. Why is this selling?
"It's sturdy and light, but it doesn't have the key demon resistance. It's because it contains a lot of magic vegetables. That's why it's a delicacy, but it's sold. It's his misfortune to be born late."
The shopkeeper strokes his armor lovingly. Definitely a specialty. But it was a bad time to be made. Still didn't feel like selling cheap. The soul of a bigoted blacksmith is praised by this silver armor. I showed that to my little girl because she has a proven track record of taking over Salvador.
"I don't need anything exorcising. I'll put up with it if I hit it, and if I avoid it, there's nothing wrong with it. All right, I've decided on this!
A brave man points to his armor with a full grin. The look was like a girl buying her favorite dress.
"One gold coin is good. It's better to have it used by the powerful who took the prize neck than to keep it asleep in the store."
Priced at three gold coins. The store owner decided that it was okay because the cost was broken but it couldn't be sold anyway.
"Yes! Hey, am I supposed to wear this here?
When you give the gold coin to the store owner, the brave man asks in a way he can't wait. The shopkeeper smiles bitterly, not thinking how it is.
"It doesn't matter. I'm going in the back. Call me when someone else comes."
Dropping off the shopkeeper pulling him back, the brave man takes off only his clothes jacket and wears his armor. The size seemed fine. Light armor means I guess I wasn't expecting that much physique. Grab the sword that is decorated beside it and try to wield it a few times.
I don't feel particularly disturbed. The brave man nodded several times that it was light, tame, and felt really good.
After a very good purchase, the brave man's mood rose. Matari comes back there with a fat middle-aged woman.
Black steel demon-resistant armor that was in Matari's physique. The appearance of a heavy warrior creates a sense of intimidation. Though the expression was indescribable and dumb.
"I knew it would look good on you. My eyes are certain."
"I'm glad, but isn't it expensive after all? I'd rather have more affordable iron armor..."
"I already paid for it. How about this? Hey, do you look good?
When the brave show off happy, Matari gives a decent look.
Because I've never seen a brave man who seems to have so much fun before. Speaking of floating things, I'm petty, and all that stuff that gently distorts my mouth. Isn't that an honest smile that I just don't think is a child now?
Unexpectedly, Matari also smiles.
"Yeah, yeah! That silver armor looks great on you. It's like a real brave man! Surprised!
The smile of the brave fades into an extra word, and his mouth distorts into a letter to. The mood, which was going up, plummets as I look at it.
"……… I'm a true brave man."
"That's right! Sorry, ma'am, I made a mistake."
"…… well. Did I make a mistake?
"Yes, sir. I made a mistake."
"That's enough. You, buy yourself a shield. Money is now appropriate. I'll find a cheap sword to crush."
Hand a bag full of money to Matari when the brave man sighs. Sorrounding somewhat, the brave man began wandering in search of Tobotobo and the sword. When Matari saw her face, she decided to watch her words from now on.
After shopping, the brave man and Matari head home for the Extreme Pavilion. Both hands are gripped with a few full leather bags. A brave man bought something he liked from one end of the line, so it turned out to be a hell of a lot.
The items bought range from daily groceries, changing clothes, groceries, etc., to grinding wheels used to care for swords. There are even figurines and dolls that can't be translated. I asked the brave man what he was going to use it for and he replied that he bought it because he liked it.
"Um, brave man. You're buying too much."
"I like shopping, don't I? Give me the money and receive the stuff. I like that moment. I wonder why."
"It's certainly fun to shop, isn't it? But it's definitely too much."
"It's not good because I have money. I still have one gold coin left."
It's a "already” mistake! Why would a gold coin that had ten pieces become one in just one day!
"Because you also bought swords and shields in your armor. It's shiny and beautiful at first, isn't it? It'll get dirty soon, though."
There is an iron sword tied to the hips of the brave without any change of philosophy. Besides the armor made me cheaper.
"Buy me something so expensive... I need to take care of it so it won't scratch as much as possible"
"What are you talking about? I guess it's to protect myself. Use it and crush it more and more. Besides, my dad at the armoury store said it could be repaired in a little while."
"That's right. Even if it's expensive, it doesn't make sense to have to use it."
"Naturally..."
The moment the brave man tried to say even more, the boy ran into each other. Gently bowing his head to apologize, the boy quickly tries to walk away in the opposite direction.
When the brave man retrieved the object from the bag reflexively, he threw it as far away from the boy as he could.
Something hits the back of the target, and the boy breaks down and falls into momentum.
"Yes, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Boy screaming and rolling around the ground. The body is already muddy.
As the brave approached him early on, he brutally took the wipes bag from the boy's pocket. This bag contains all the possessions of the brave men.
The boy slipped a wipes bag from the brave man at the same time. The moves are familiar and skilled. A regular person wouldn't even notice that it was pulled out.
"It's a thousand years early to waste money from me."
"Damn it! It's early to realize the habit of looking like a fool!
"You're the fool, aren't you? Looks like you want to be thrown at this crow again."
I push something I threw earlier around the boy's cheek. An object is a white crow figurine. It's just a wooden carved figurine, nothing particularly unusual. Except for the fact that your face is strangely scrupulous. My father at the grocery store made it himself, a bad stock that didn't sell for a few years.
Brave people strangely liked the "scrupulous work” and bought it instantly. Though Matari was frightened.
"Stop it! Please don't! It hurts to hit a pointy couch!
"Sa, what am I supposed to do in these cases?
A brave man asks Matari. Some hands hurt me thoroughly to never do this again, but the brave thought I was a little less popular with the kid. If I were an adult, I would already be half-killed.
"Right, turn it over to the church guard and you'll be punished accordingly. Burglary is a serious crime, so maybe a hundred beats with a stick or a whip?"
"Or give me a break. They're gonna die because they're not gonna help!
The Church does not increase or decrease sin at large or small ages. I know it's a boy, but I know it's a girl, but I don't mind the punishment.
Theft is stick and whip, and murder is basically capital punishment.
"I have no choice. Do I miss you this time? Be thankful to the kind brave man who died."
"Ho, is that true!
Boy laughing unexpectedly.
"- That's a lie. There's no such sweet story."
A brave man betrayed the boy's expectations with a full smile.
"Yu, brave man. I'm a child, so if you'll forgive me this time..."
Matari forgives, but the brave don't deal with him at all.
"I know you're a kid, but sin is sin. I'll make it up to you."
"Hih, hih! You devil! The Great Demon King!
"It's you who tried to steal people's stuff that's terrible. Besides, I'm not a demon or a demon king because I'm a brave man. Well, good to see you."
The brave man throws the luggage in his hand at the boy unconstitutionally. Just as Matari's luggage was taken.
"Nah, what the hell!
"Carry it to the Extreme Pavilion. Then I forgive you. We're not heavy, and you don't have to be handed over to the church. That's a good thing."
The brave man with a smile gently poked the boy in the head with a slender white crow.
As for the pavilion, as promised, the brave man freed the boy.
"Bye, sisters, if you come to the slam, call me! Give me a dime and I'll show you! Funny guy's been here lately too!
"Yes, sir."
"And thanks for the bun! We'll all eat! See you later!
The boy waves away. In my hand I have a bag of meat buns that the brave man gave me.
"... You were a really healthy kid. I hope I don't do that anymore."
"Well, you can't."
The brave answer lightly. It's to live, so there's no way to stop it.
The boy named Cologne talked about the situation on the way to his luggage. Maybe I wanted someone to listen to me.
That's a common story in this city, that children abandoned by their parents chose to live. Criminal activity that can be carried out even by children without power. - It's burglary.
If you get caught, you eat a hundred beats at worst, but you don't have to do anything to die without food. That's why the kids chose to be sleazy.
If you can grow until you can challenge the underground labyrinth, you can eat it on your own. The seized salvado crawled up the same way.
They say a well-looked after colon is making money all the way around for the other kids. Sounds like the quickness is natural, and he's never been caught before.
"Given what happened earlier, should I have handed it over to the guards?
"I don't get it. Because it's not God. Maybe I don't feel right about both of them. But..."
The brave man chose to miss. Because that child was not a demon. The brave judge by the smell. People who fall into the outer path smell unbearable rot.
That's why I even let him hold the food on top of what I missed. If that goes away, Cologne will do the sleigh again. To live. Will you escape to the end, or will you receive the rewards you have received so far along the way? That is not known to the brave.
…………
"In the meantime, let's get into the inn. I have to unpack, and I'm hungry."
"Ha, yes!
We grabbed our bags and the brave men went into the pavilion.