Three days after the braves finished shopping. The brave man decided that Matari's health, mental strength, had fully recovered.
With the bread on the soup, the brave man announces the resumption of his exploration.
"Your body, it looks like it's completely healed already, so it's time to go to the labyrinth?
"Finally! I've been telling you for a long time that I'm okay!
"Be quiet during your meal."
"Oh, su, sorry"
It makes the matari smaller when I raise my voice. Start lowering your head around you as you blush.
When the brave man finishes eating bread, he calls the clerk.
"Hey, tell the master to get me some apple fruit wine. Because a glass is fine."
"Certainly."
"Oh, honey, please. I'll tell you."
The clerk meets and walks away. Fruit liquor is what the brave man kept the other day. Master, it was handmade and medium-sized.
"Is it alcohol before you go to the labyrinth?
Nevertheless, I wouldn't blame Matari any more because I wouldn't get drunk if it was about a glass of fruit liquor.
I intend to stop you at all costs instead.
"I feel a little heavy in my body, so I'm going into the economy. I like honey in apple fruit liquor. I wonder why."
"No matter why they ask me why I like it. Isn't that because it's delicious?
The brave man receives a glass from the clerk and lightly enjoys the fragrance.
And I drank the fruit liquor all at once.
"I don't like being too sweet. Well, no. I hope it tastes good."
"It looks so sweet, you can take a good sip."
"The sourness and sweetness are in harmony with the good taste. Excellent nutrition."
Throw the meat carefully cut by the matari into your mouth.
"Yes, Hanukkah."
"Digest what's in your mouth and then talk."
As the brave stared, Matari became even smaller.
After breakfast in about half an hour, the two will return to their rooms and be ready to explore. Fully armed, he went down the stairs and tried to follow the crowded Eternal Pavilion.
At that time, I can be stopped by a voice I saw around the entrance.
"Brave man, I just need a favor."
…………
"Brave man, I just need a favor. Whoa!
I try to pretend that the brave don't hear me, but they call me louder.
"……… what shall we do? I'm sure it's troublesome."
"I was wondering if I could make any more choices when I stopped. … whether you take it or not, you just have to ask."
"Right. Sounds like a real pain in the ass, but I can't help but ask."
"Yes, unfortunately, I can't help it."
"We're both just hearing it all. It's easy to make money with super easy dick, even though there's a super yummy story coming. It's terrible."
A brown-haired woman pretending to be angry with an extended, retarded voice at the end of the story. This is a woman named Limonsea, who works at the Extreme Pavilion.
He wears flashy makeup and costumes that provoke men, but he's not in charge of the liquor store.
The brave and the matari were already face-to-face and were presented with a mark of approachment and a piece of bread hardened in the kachikochi.
My face is smiling like a good person, but my eyes aren't really smiling. The brave man has the perception of an inedible woman with a thing in her belly.
"I don't know about delicious stories, but if you're talking about hard bread to death, I do."
"I made a mistake with that. True. Brave man, trust me."
Limoncy to try to apologize with both hands together. Don't let that weak figure fool you.
I hope I made a mistake, but in the end it's a woman named Limonsea who doesn't exchange bread. Probably had trouble disposing of the bread that I had put in place, so I didn't have to throw it away, so I handed it out to the person I saw. The other guests were stuck in the bread with their faces covered.
"So, what's the favor?"
Before fitting into Limonsea's rhetoric, the brave man decided to ask him a few questions.
"Eh. I'd like you to escort this man. I'm a magician."
"…… hey. Are you going to introduce me to such a runaway person?"
"The two of you look great. I'm a newbie to the expectations I'm selling right now."
"I decide to go around other taverns"
"I don't care if I go home, leave the referral money. We're not charitable either."
A young man in a black outfit and a black cape and a black hat tries to walk away, Limonsea calls him off.
When the man exhales, he pokes his wand several times in an irritated manner.
"Then introduce me to a decent person. I have trouble getting to the meat wall at least."
"Then it would be better for both of us. Whatever, you know, you have a super proven track record of picking up Salvador!
Limonsea proclaims his voice aloud. Even if I don't like the human gaze around me, I gather it.
The brave man regretted that it smelled like trouble. Matari is out of sight.
"…… these two?
"That's right. Super bargain on sale. But it's a temporary permit, so you can't be abusive, right?
Limonsie uses color with a cat stroke. The brave man accidentally developed goosebumps.
"Then these guys are good. I don't have much time."
When the man gives the money to Limonsea, he looks back to the braves. Limonsea smiles.
"Yes, thank you. Then please escort this man, brave men. Oh, it's okay. Because it's about three hours to put it in with a temporary permit. The place is super close on the seventh floor, too. It's already super easy."
"... I haven't said a word about taking it. Hey, Matari."
"Yeah, yeah. What's refreshing?"
"Well, I'll talk to you now, so I'm not listening."
"The story is simple. I'm going to run an experiment on Slime on the seventh floor. In the meantime, you will be fleshwalls to protect my back. I'll take care of all the demons on the road. I can't use magic. Even you guys can do it. After my experiment, you won't have to die."
The brave man is in an instant bad mood because the man has looked down on him greatly.
"I'm angry at you for talking to me."
"I hate the way you say it around. I didn't even need this kind of experiment, but I decided to make it perfect as a souvenir for the last time. So let's just go. I don't feel very good about being held for three hours."
"It's this way that I feel bad. Sounds great. You can go alone."
"Well, well, brave man. You can get paid just to accompany you, and you can see experiments that you don't know what's good for you, and let's take one shot here."
Limonsea forgives the brave like any other HR. By the time I received the referral money, I was already in HR.
"Matari, what do you want to do?
"That's right. The slime looks strong, so I'd like to see it once if I can."
"Shall I take it on then? Three hours of patience anyway. Three hours of chest shit that looks evil to death, but let's be patient with dying."
"My name is Norman. A magician. Yeah, you guys don't have to call yourselves names. I'm not going to remember, and we're only going out for three hours. It's not necessary for me to get used to meat walls. [M] Shall we go then?"
Just to say, Norman just leaves the Extreme Pavilion and begins to head to the underground labyrinth.
The brave man and Matari dropped it off. Limonsea is already dealing with another customer.
"... don't you think it was a failure to stop after all?
"…… I strongly agree."
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"The upper management still has no other love. Aren't you full of rats? This is why some immature fool in the middle of nowhere dies lightly."
When Norman swept away the swarm of rats with icing magic, he shrugged like a coward.
Currently located on the seventh floor of the underground labyrinth. Most rats appeared, but first sight poisonous earthworms and blood-sucking bats appeared only once.
Unfortunately, Norman ended the magic chant before the brave and Matari launched the attack, though.
"I don't have a choice because I'm not here."
"Meat walls don't have to speak for themselves. Follow my instructions."
"Su, excuse me"
…………
Matari, who hasn't spoken, apologizes on behalf of the brave.
That's when the brave man decided to make sure he kicked you in the back.
A raven with sharp claws popped out in front of the brave men. Her eyes are red and congested, and her body hair is gray.
The characteristic is the right hand nail. Only those claws are popping out like knives.
He is jumping to carve a rhythm and is beginning to peek at the jumping gap.
"This guy is a hunting rabbit. Get one meat wall in front of me. One in the back, too. The only way these guys are good at war is by surprise from behind. The fact that it came out of its way should mean that there are some hiding behind it. Maximize vigilance."
"Matari, you're in front. I'll kill you in the back. Because there are three of them around the corner."
"Ha, yes!
Move forward so that Matari can shelter Norman. Norman begins chanting as he likes.
The brave man pulled out his cheap sword and started running around the corner.
"Kishaaaaaaaaaa!"
Oddly enough, the hunting rabbit jumps at Matari's neck. Matari takes it with a new shield. The impact is not so great.
When you stick your sword out with a razor on your face, you dodge it with a bare gesture like a fool. Keep shielding and add a series of attacks.
The power is gradually increasing. The shield rocks left and right with the beating momentum.
"- You kept me waiting." Ice Bomb ""
Ice debris bursts into the face of the hunting rabbit, who was running his nails on condition. As the debris penetrated intact, it hit the stone wall and smashed and scattered.
The hunting rabbit collapses into the forelock. It's cramped, but it's definitely deadly.
"Oh, wonderful."
"The extraction site is the nail. If you want to prune it, do as you please. I don't need it anymore."
"Yes, thank you very much!
When Matari targets, he waves down his sword and cuts his nails out of the arm area. When I put the area in the skin bag, I shook off the blood paste.
"What happened to that stupid, blunt-looking meat wall? I told you to protect your back."
"He said he was going to kill me because he had three."
"... well, I don't care if the meat walls die."
When Norman tried to give instructions to move on, the brave man walked in like that. There are about three pathetic rabbits piercing the sword.
The head, torso, and head are each skewered, resulting in odd meat dumplings.
"It took a while. If you kill two people, you run away all of a sudden."
"Duh, what kind of battle would it be?
"Attract me, Gusari. The moment of attack is the most clear-cut. This is the easiest part. I threw the last one at him after he was on the run."
"Oh, brilliant."
…………
Norman looks at the brave with his eyes like he sees strange things. Tsukuba is Jung-min, and a runaway warrior is the most struggling opponent. When the three of them come together, they will look unskilled even if they are skilled. As before, they are stiffened and hit with a series of attacks. It's hard to get rid of it in a short time.
"Where do I cut this?
"Ah, they say it's a nail. Wait a minute, please."
Matari handily removes the meat dough and cuts off his nails.
"You think you can eat this fucking rabbit? Shall I take it to the master with a souvenir?"
A brave man gives in and pokes a clawed raven with a sword. If it is regular ravioli, it is used heavily for consumption.
"You should stop it. I don't know what you're eating, but I think I'm going to have a stomachache."
"I knew you'd think so? No demons. It won't make you feel any better."
Originally, the brave man, not willing to eat at all, stood up as if it didn't matter.
When Norman sighed, he only told him to move on and started walking alone.
Norman continues in a completely different direction from the seventh basement floor and the descending stairs. The lights installed tend to break off, increasing dimness.
The demon is completely invisible. Instead, the humidity increases and it's strangely hot and humid. The walls of the passage also occur everywhere with moss.
The brave man shrugs and starts fanning his face with his hands. Matari wipes his sweat with a hand tug.
Eventually, the line reaches its end.
There was translucent, green mucus covering all the way from the ceiling to one side of the wall, and there was no interruption of toxic color blisters.
Where green liquids are particularly concentrated there are human rotting corpses. He seems like an adventurer, but he can no longer judge by his appearance.
After the slime kills him, he is slowly preying on him over time.
Not even a labyrinth cleaner rat comes close to this neighborhood. Because humans, demons strike without distinction.
"This is where the experiment is. It is a dangerous place where slime is likely to occur, but rarely the magic crystals have fallen. Slime is waiting for his prey. These guys are slow-moving, so they're basically ambush type."
Norman lowers the leather bag and begins to prepare for the experiment. Slime continues to prey without any particular reaction. Occasionally, I hear a creepy sound of something evaporating.
"Ko, are you going to deal with this? Hih, why don't you turn back?
Matari lags behind. The brave man asks Norman to grab the shoulder and draw it.
"What are you going to do when you get here and run away? Hey, can I kill that one?
"Wait. We're going to start experimenting. One meat wall stood in front of me like earlier. [M] The other one is behind it. We must avoid only pinching."
"Wow, am I going to stand in front of you!? Oh, uh, yes, I don't like it, but"
"You're not the one who said you wanted to see it. It's a great opportunity to see it all nearby."
"Also, I've seen enough so I'm satisfied. Let's go somewhere else! Oh, it's just a little bit edible that way."
Matari's face blues when she puts the corpse being preyed upon into view. The brave man was stunned when the new demon-resistant armor was crying.
"You don't have a choice, just this once, do you?... What a sweet word to hang. You're in front. I'm behind you. Look, just get up!
"Wow, I get it, so don't push! Hey, a little close! Close!"
"Stand firm on your shield! Keep your eyes open!
"Ha, yes, I understand!
Matari drops her hips and sets up a shield. Brave men stand behind Norman and prepare for an ambush. He also pays attention to signs of slime.
Slime is watching this motion completely. He looks obsessed with predation, but he can't hide it until he kills.
"So, the key experiment yet?
"Begin experimenting with prototype demonic bullets now."
When Norman tells him, he throws a small sphere in his hand over a slime. The slime, determined to have been attacked, jumps all at once from the ceiling, floor and stone wall to the avant-garde matari.
As the stunned Matari screams, Norman snarls his fingers.
When the sphere can play, it creates a tremendous amount of cold air with the smoke. The slime has been completely frozen in a jumped state. The cold air has spread to the corpse and turned it into ice.
They were also like strange statues, and Matari, who was in the front row, was nothing short of stunned.
"End of experiment. Prototype demon bullets are powerful and detonating without problems. Successfully froze and annihilated the slime."
When I take the notebook out of my pocket, Norman completes about the experimental results with a grunt.
Matari sits in a deep sigh. The brave man has not yet solved his combat posture.
"If you have such an amazing thing, say it first. There's something about preparing your mind."
"There is absolutely no need for the meat wall to know about the experiment. There's no time to explain. Hung, you didn't need three hours. We're pulling back fast."
When Norman abandoned him, Matari pulled back as he pulled his face apart.
A brave man delivers his sword to his sheath.
"Hey, Mr. Chick Black Hat. You, don't they often say the stuffing is sweet or something?
"... for God's sake. And what does a chick black hat mean?"
Norman closes the notebook with a musty expression.
"Black hat because it's a black hat. Keep the chick. As soon as you show your back in the open, the icing will jump."
"Do something stupid about what. You're totally dead."
"Then why don't you try and put your face closer together? Wouldn't that make you look beautiful?"
Returns that Norman would be good for the provocation of the brave.
The moment we approach the statue, which was frozen without vigilance, a mass of ice emits a green light. Part of it emits a red and disastrous monstrous light. It's the nucleus of the slime. That this is glowing.
"Then, stupid ah!
- Slime is still alive. Green liquid hits Norman. Moment after moment, the brave kicks Norman aside.
"Ugh."
"Out of the way, chick black hat"
The slime that has been evaded from the attack begins to spread loosely on the stone floor. The red light goes out, and once again we don't know where the nucleus is. When the sword is appropriately poked with a sight, it is dissolved by the demonic sulphuric acid of the slime. If you leave me alone, I'll get my attitude up and jump again. Supposed to be a strong enemy, so it is in this trait.
The brave man shoves his hand into the green liquid without creation. Slime's demon sulphuric acid burns the brave man's hand, dissolves the skin, the blood vessels peel out, and scrapes off the meat. The bones begin to be exposed. Still nothing to worry about, I scratch and explore the liquid.
"Yu, brave man, what are you doing! Please pull it out quickly! And it's melting!
"Ah, there it is. Wait a minute."
With a hand that was half melting, the brave man pulled through the nucleus of the slime and squeezed it. The shock mixes the flesh and skin that were sprinkling, and the blood drips off. The liquid, which was the green of the slime, discolored into black and eventually evaporated and disappeared completely. All that remains is the wreckage of the poor victim.
"… what the meat walls do is very painful to understand. Is it also a self-inflicted desire? If that's the case, he's a healer."
"Ho, we need to bandage it! And where's the herb? No, before that, I knew it was a bandage bandage!
Matari strips off the bandage at a tremendous rate and tries to wrap it around the hands of the brave. It doesn't cover the wound at all because it wraps roughly around it.
The brave man forgives Matari when he smiles bitterly.
"Don't panic, Matari. Give me a hand wipe."
"You can't wipe your hands! It's a bandage anyway! I'll crush the herb right away, so wait a minute!
"Uh, well, a bandage would be nice. Wrap it around like this."
Ring your fingers as if a brave man could do a trick as well. The blue and white light envelops the severely injured right hand. As the bandage was unbandaged, an unharmed right hand appeared without any abnormality. Norman is also breathtaking as he is surprised by it.
"You, you were a healer? And such a high...... No, you can fix that serious injury right away."
"A brave man can do anything because he's awesome. It's not like a chick."
"... Hmm, you're healing now. You mean you don't look dull and have a lot of skill?
"Uh, um, intact? What's going on?
Matari painted on the bandage raises a voice of doubt.
"Maybe because of your bandage. Thank you, Matari."
"Doesn't it hurt anymore?
"You get used to it, you don't care about the pain."
"... Really?
"That's right. Brave men don't care. They don't lie."
Brave man sitting next to Matari. Norman also gives in silently to the spot. A glance at the body turns to the brave.
"Thanks for your help earlier. And I didn't know you could handle that advanced healing technique. Give me a name, if you like."
"I don't have a name for you, chick black hat."
A brave man who refuses to like it while giving out his tongue. Norman growls his nose and smiles bitterly.
"Hung, let's go through with meat walls and black hats until the end. About an hour later, anyway."
"Because Matari. I knew you'd be angry. You can kick it once too. Looks like he's got a habit of looking down on guys who can't use magic. I forgive."
"Oh, wow, I won't shy away. I don't want to be shot by magic."
"You just have to punch him before he chants. A chick magician is a blow with this fist."
When the brave man clenches his fist, Norman throws something at him there. When the brave received it reflexively, it was a piece of silver coin.
"I'll give you the reward first. It was actually 300 copper coins, but I colored it."
"That's all."
In response to the brave man's seemingly bad response, Norman also turns to him with his nose ringing.
While guarding the passage, the three sit silently. Brave men and matari are automatically transferred to the ground when it's time. Norman was able to get out as soon as he used a metastatic stone, but he didn't.
"…… this experiment was aimed at reducing the burden on magicians"
"Matari, the black hat is starting to talk to the meat wall opponent. What are we going to do?"
"Duh, what should I do? I was told not to listen to the meat wall."
"This is solitary. Whether you want to hear it or not, like it or not."
When Norman glances, the brave smile with a hunch.
"Well, I'm asleep, so wake me up when the demon comes"
"Eh, eh?
"A magician can exercise magic by taking magic vegetables into his body and converting them into magic. So magic can be used all you want in the underground labyrinth where the magic is produced. But at the price of that, many magicians get sick."
The magician has great firepower, so he has a lot of deductions in his labyrinth exploration. Therefore, the exercise of magic is mandatory, and whether or not to respond will also become a feather of indiscriminate response. If it's terrible, abuse the magic potion.
A skilled magician who is able to grasp his own strength exercises it while calculating. Still a small number of people are offended by the magic vegetables, making them physically, or mentally ill.
Having seen the abandoned guilder up close, Norman began to study whether he could manage the situation. It was also involved in the development of more effective neutralizers.
And the last thing I completed was this prototype demon bullet. A weapon activated by a magician with magic and a user's detonation signal. At the same time, it reduces the number of magic magic used by magicians, while at the same time being able to equip them with firepower even if they cannot handle magic.
I have experimented with fire power and this time it was an activation experiment of attribute magic.
"If these magic weapons are put into practice, the burden on us magicians will surely be reduced. And without a magician, it's impossible to manufacture it, so it's not necessary."
"He was badly abused in manufacturing, and he became obsolete."
A brave man makes tea, but Norman continues not to care.
"My ultimate goal is to eliminate the magician's sacrifice. The power of magic should be used effectively in areas other than the military. You should let them fight the stinking battle together."
"That's a fine idea."
The brave man muttered as he stretched out. I feel like I'm saying something good, but I still feel different. I guess this guy is honest with himself for better or worse. Besides, there will be a lot of enemies in this personality. That's what a magician with a lot of deductions would do if he bothered to offer money and ask for an intermediary.
The attitude toward those without magical talent is also obvious. When the brave man knew he could handle magic, he softened his attitude as soon as possible and began to rap. But I can't handle magic. I don't even try to look at Matari.
"I've been stood on the arrow side of the battle just to say that I have a rare magical talent. Such a ridiculous story is impossible. The academic guilders seem to be devoting themselves to developing weapons against magicians, but that will never happen again. Because the sorcerer will never touch the arrow."
"Aren't magicians fighting for what they want themselves? You're here on purpose to explore the labyrinth, aren't you?
"Many people like it and are here, but some are sent to this city by state order. You will be forced to train for your life in an underground labyrinth full of magic. Because it is more efficient than on the ground. And only those who have successfully completed their training can return to their homeland. I've been recognized for my strength, and I've been waiting for an order to return home."
Found by the state, those on the invitation are hung by sieves in this city. If we succeed safely, the way for the commissioner awaits us when we return home. Few say no to this story because the future is promised. If we don't see growth, we'll be abandoned.
Norman has been ordered to return home by the ruler of the western continent, the Keyland Empire in his hometown. As soon as he returns, he will be assigned to the Imperial Army Magic and Technology Department and will be involved in the development of new weapons.
Therefore, he tried to provide a prototype demon bullet to the Mage's Guild as the last souvenir to be placed.
"Well, it's not good if you can go home anyway. Good for you, Black Hat."
"I'm not happy to be praised by the meat wall, though. - Well, it's time."
Norman stands up and takes out the metastatic stone. When I think about it for a while, I take one sphere out of the skin bag and throw it at the brave.
"I'll give it to you because it's too much. This is a time-detonated type. It activates five seconds after you pull the string."
"What kind of wind blow?
"It's just a whim. You too should be careful about using too much magic. [M] It's too late to get sick."
"Be careful with your last stuffing, too. I feel like I have a habit of being alarmed and distracted."
"I appreciate the advice but it's an extra favor.... Thank you for accepting my request. Farewell."
When the metastatic stone is raised, the white light surrounds Norman's body. About ten seconds later, Norman's appearance completely scratched out.
Only the brave and the matari are left on the spot.
"You're gone."
"Sorcerers are a lot of weird guys. It's black and pink. Orange next."
"I like blue!
"I don't care about that."
The brave man looked at the sphere he had received for a while before throwing it into Matari without interest.
"Don't you want it?
"You don't need me. I think it might be more useful for you to have it. So hold it."
"Thank you very much! It's exciting to think that I can use magic."
Matari happily slips into her lumbar bag. As he leaned against the wall, the brave man raised his hands and stretched out greatly.
I guess the most delightful thing about that chick black hat research is the people who can't use magic, etc.
Returning to the Keyland Empire, Norman forgot to sleep and immersed himself in research. And a few years later, he succeeds in developing a new magic weapon. Its power was immense even during the prototyping phase, and it was expected to be effective enough to shape the war situation. Norman, the head of development, also gained fame, promising a path of further prosperity. If it emerges, it becomes permissible to do its own research. His original purpose, his dream of magic research into non-military matters, was finally coming true.
But only the sweetness of the last filling never healed for the rest of my life.
As the developer of the new magic weapon and victim number one, the name of the magician Norman will be recorded in the history of the Empire.