A vibrant city of art full of spills. The merchants go to each other by day, and the adventurers show the bustle at night.

The stronger the light, the more intense the shadow you want to turn away.

That is the northwest of the city of art, the area isolated by a high fence, the slum district.

Two hundred years ago, the wounds that occurred when demons overflowed from the basement appeared to be left unattended.

The carcasses that arose in the defensive battles of the time - human beings, without distinction of demons - were thrown into this place and thrown down.

Those who feared death would never come near here. The wounded and sick, and the children who lost their parents, were pushed into this cursed place and abandoned.

The Great Junction was built by G. Art and abandoned even after the city regained its peace.

Over time, residents were replaced. It became an excellent hideout for inquisitors and bandits with scratches on their tibia, and security was on the way to deterioration.

Even after the Star Church took control, it was left out of reconstruction, and security was never restored.

The poor are now flowing in here to establish a different living area from the rest of the district.

A coarse dwelling was set up between the ruins, and the exchange of stolen goods flourished. It is uncertain how many inhabitants exist.

Occasionally, church guards come around, but they don't even care if there's a wild-exposed body. Because their purpose is not to maintain law and order in this district, it is something else.

Protect yourself. Stab me first if you don't want to die. This is the implicit understanding of the slum district.

Those who fail to practice it will be eliminated naturally.

In the corner of such a slum district, there is still a store so lonely that the roof is about to collapse.

The cracked windows are dull, there are no lights in the store, and nesting all over the spider.

The shelves are cluttered with unexplained magic props and experimental instruments, but all of them are dusty.

Decent guests never visit, but people come and go there. There is demand in certain layers.

Of course, they don't come to buy crappy products.

A man comes to the store with his face covered in a purple cloth headscarf. He wears a purple cape and always puts his hands on the pattern so that he can pull out his sword at any time. He's a human being for a reason.

Place the large bag in your left hand onto the counter and ring the bell small.

The lonely store was full of intense 'incense' odors. The man frowns at the smell, but he endures it because it's the usual thing.

"Welcome. Oh, it's been a long time."

From the dark in the back, a man appears with a crouched voice. This creepy man is the owner of this store.

She wears a dark green hood and robe and can't even look at her complexion.

"Yeah, the main business is busy."

"That's as much as I envy you. Huff."

The store owner laughs with a creepy voice.

Basically, we don't have an extra conversation, but today our mouths turn to each other more than usual.

Because when it's bad, we don't even exchange words.

"Ask for this guy's extraction. I'm sorry for the considerable amount."

"Bad, etc. Absolutely not. It doesn't matter how much you have. That's what I do. Well, please wait."

When the owner holds the bag, he returns to the back.

Anyone who is removed from the Alliance for any reason will no longer be able to redeem the demonic area. Because the guild won't be able to extract it.

But you need money to live with a bounty neck or a human being for a reason.

Even if you keep hunting adventurers as targets, demons usually attack you in the underground labyrinth.

It would be a bounty neck, but it would be an adventurer, but it would be the same person. From demons, they're both just prey.

The part of the demon that accumulates even if you don't like it, but you don't have the means to extract it. So the Dark Appraisers showed up without authorization from the Star Church.

The number of dark connoisseurs is considerable, and most of them hide themselves in this slum district.

If found by the Church outside the Slam District, they would be given death over heretical certification.

But only this slum district is pretending not to see it. In the end, because the extracted magic vegetables are ultimately delivered to the church.

The guards are also looking around to collect magic vegetables. The facade is in the name of the redemption of magic crystals rarely available in underground labyrinths.

Churches can collect magic vegetables cheaper than the normal guild market, and translated humans can earn money at unwanted demonic sites. The Dark Appraiser only needs to perform extraction operations to get the money even if he doesn't fight.

It is the current policy of the Church that if magic is gathered, the means do not matter.

But the ideas of the upper ecclesiastical hierarchy do not come together.

Cardinal Ilgachev, second only to Pope Elena, is of the opinion that the collection of magic vegetables is paramount and that some things should be silenced.

He is one of the more radical representatives of the Church Conservatives.

On the contrary, the reformist Bishop Nicarag insists that it should be brought under immediate control in order to thoroughly manage the magic vegetables. He complained from day to day that the distribution of unmanageable magic vegetables was extremely dangerous.

Because some dark connoisseurs accumulate extracted magic vegetables for their own purposes.

- Like the owner of this shop, for example.

"Thank you for waiting. Here's what I extracted. It was a medium amount."

"Yeah, seems a little overstretched."

"I've got your money in advance. Please note."

"I know."

It is this store's way of paying for the extracted magic.

One customer said, 'How many have you pulled out?' I will not confirm that. The general market is fixed.

First, if the Dark Appraiser doesn't extract it for me, the demonic area is just garbage.

With a dark appraiser, if you blow too much, you lose your guests, and you are in danger. The only reason I'm a guest is because I'm just a crazy guy who has no idea what to do with killing people.

- The owner of this shop will be among them.

"Well, check it out"

The store owner shows the crystals in the bottle. It is packed with glowing gemstone objects that emit a suspicious glow.

This is the magic crystal that can be extracted from the demon. The adventurers continue to dive into the underground labyrinth and hunt demons to collect this.

Materials that work with special techniques when manufacturing weapons and protective equipment. By melting and formulating it, it also becomes a magic potion that restores magic. It is also rarely used as an ingredient for magic props. The more quantity, the more effective it is, so I don't have any problems with it.

The biggest reason the Star Church has expanded its forces is this magic magic. Because the weapons and tools used have worked wonderfully, they are now traded for large sums of money. Only this underground labyrinth can take the magic vegetables that make up that raw material. The exclusive Star Church brought tremendous benefits.

"Will it be redeemed here? Or will it be brought back?

"I don't want to see a troublesome guard, so switch me to gold."

The store owner weighs the crystals of the magic vegetables and starts the amount. When the shopkeeper offered the price, the man nodded that it was no problem.

Upon receiving the money, the shopkeeper whispers to stop the man who is just about to leave.

"Is there anything interesting going on? When I'm here, it doesn't come in my ear. They become so oblivious to public information."

The man could have ignored it, but since it was the store he always used, he decided that he wouldn't mind a bit.

"Nothing unusual has happened. It's the same rotten wonderful world.... Speaking of which, the trapper Salvado was murdered."

"…… well. Is that a trick? It is."

Shop owner showing interest. The man keeps talking.

"Running little girl killed him, so the liquor store was thriving on that topic. I didn't see him, so I can't say anything."

"Little girl? Did the runaway little girl kill that salvado? That's great inside."

"We're talking about an informant, and he says he's naming himself a brave man. Very brave of you. Or just stupid. Well, foolishly, you can't kill Salvado."

"Brave man! Is the young girl the brave man! Oh, that's even better!

When the shopkeeper raised his voice of joy, the man continued the conversation only one step away.

"... although he's acting with Art's youngest daughter. Well, for naming a brave man, he's still got a" temporary permit. "

"Hmm, I see. So that means you're still in the upper labyrinth for the time being. That's a great piece of information."

The owner repeated the information he had heard from the man many times to engrave it.

"What, if you do it, you'll eat it. It's rare for you."

I don't remember having such a long story with the store owner that a man asks questions.

"No, I'm very interested in what that brave girl looks like. It's strong enough to take that salvado away. Must be full of excellent talent. It's really, really great. So how beautiful is the brilliance of the girl's eyes? I'm very concerned. Oh, it's really great. How wonderful!

Scratch your head as you call it great store owner. When the hood came off, the face of the old grey-haired man was exposed. My eyes are completely off track.

"... I don't care. Well, I'm pretty sure you have a gold coin for the prize, so you're interested in that. I'd like to keep it with you."

"- Kim? Kim!? It doesn't matter what kind of money you end up with! What bothers me is the eyes of that wonderful girl. Eyes! How beautiful your eyes are, that's all that matters! Oh, I'm very curious. What shape and what color eyeballs are they in? I definitely want to observe every inch of it for this hand. I want to lick it carefully with this tongue to see if it really deserves it. Oh, I'm in trouble. I can't stand it."

An excited shopkeeper sprays his spit and tries to squirt his eyeballs with a prominent wrinkle palm. It's as if there's a real thing there.

An upset man accidentally opens his mouth.

"Oh, man."

"Huff, I'd love to see you. If you can do it, do it now! Oh, I'm curious, I can't stay or stand!

When he screams, the shopkeeper starts to move his body busily.

The man felt creepy and just decided to pull it up. I don't have time to hang out with lunatic bullshit. Sometimes the smell here is too tight for a long stay. It was time to put up with the limits.

"…… I have just been satisfied and I will let you go. Again, please."

"Thank you for such great and meaningful information. Next time, let me put a lot of things aside. Expect it."

A shopkeeper who suddenly returns to his true face and smiles gently. The appearance of the madman before is completely gone.

"…… he looks forward to it."

"Looking forward to seeing you again"

When the man leaves the store, the shopkeeper returns to the back room for a small run. This is the room the owner uses as a material storage area. It's filled with a smell mixed with incense and something, and a normal human would definitely swallow it.

When you unlock the key, you quietly open the door and enter the doll production room. The light is completely blocked and only one candle is lit. The room is spaciously built, with a variety of appliances and magic items placed on the production bench and scattered all over the 'ingredients'. These are all used in the production of "dolls".

In the center of the dim room is depicted a special magic formation with spells in blood letters.

On top of that magic formation, a special integrated 'doll' for the shopkeeper is carefully placed.

At the end of the room, the excess "material" used in the production of the doll is left unwrought, emitting a strange odor. The smell of incense is meant to hide it.

A mass of material still untouched stands with vain eyes. After removing the ingredients, reuse them as dolls if you feel comfortable. If you do not feel comfortable, it is disposed of as is. If it breaks, it will unfortunately be discarded as is. Depending on the part of the material to be obtained, there is no choice because it will definitely break.

The number of chunks of material is aligned in thirty bodies and at equal intervals. The shopkeeper glances at them in a boring way. I'm not interested in these at all. I don't care.

The store owner can hold a special "doll" in the middle of production. Try not to let anyone take it away from you.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It's almost done. My pretty daughter. My, just one beloved daughter. Her soul is already here. I also feel a heartbeat. But it's not finished yet. Not yet, not yet. Oh, I want to hear that pretty voice soon. It's going to be a great day."

Holding him still for about an hour, the satisfied shopkeeper finally lets him sleep on the magic team again with careful hands.

Put your hands together in the center and gently stroke your hair looking loving. The shopkeeper's face gently breaks open.

"Oh, you shouldn't. Isn't it time for a meal? I almost forgot how cute it is. I just extracted the magic vegetable."

The store owner takes out the magic vegetables that have just been extracted and casts magic on his palms. When a word spell is emitted, the crystals melt and the starved temper flows into the doll.

The store owner has carried out this seemingly pointless task every day for three years.

"Heh heh, later it's 'eyes'. I tried various eyeballs but couldn't find what I deserved inside. It has to be a great eye, suitable for my daughter. But I was finally able to get that clue. If you're the eyeball of a young and courageous girl, it must be great. Oh, I can't stay like this. We need to gather information soon. Listen to the informant and make sure you check with your 'eyes'. Busy, busy."

A shopkeeper whining to himself quickly. Scratch your head abusively and you'll start getting ready.

Favorite wand, catalyst removed from broken material. In addition, I will prepare dozens of summons bills for my own dolls.

"Shall we go then? To get my wonderful days back again."

Having become a magician, the store owner left the doll production room in a good mood.

- His name is Las Nubes, the magician. His first name is Russ the Puppeteer.

He specializes in basic techniques of moving and strengthening objects. From using the handmade doll as his own object and as skillfully as a human being, he began to take the alias of a puppet magician at all times. Excellent talent and unrelenting effort made him a puppeteer. He was also an excellent educator who had raised several magicians. There is also a lot of trust in the Alliance, so much so that it was named as a leading candidate for the next Alliance Master.

But at one point on the border he was mentally ill, mad, good-natured and completely leopardized. He fell into the outer path himself.

Eventually, he was removed after being multiplied by a prize from an Alliance that saw numerous evil deeds.

Returning the chaser, he dived into the slum district. While I make a living as a dark connoisseur, I have collected materials in cities and labyrinths, accumulated magic vegetables and repeated experiments over and over.

Among the many prize necks, he is an internationally feared figure due to his high strength and his brutality.

"You felt like a hunter today, not a rat. Wouldn't this be a pretty good forehead?

"Yes! Because I hunted very efficiently. You can have a luxurious treat today."

"Okay, I'll go get some yummy food as soon as I redeem it. I'm so hungry."

"If it's a delicious store, I'll take care of it! Because this city is like my garden!

"Well, I guess so. It's your place."

Brave men and matari back in the labyrinth. Today I tried to imitate the other inmates and do a fixed point hunt. Thank you. It seems that the location of the hunting rabbit is determined, and I found it easier to hunt waiting than to move to darkness.

Matari, who was flirting with speed at first, is now able to fight steadily. Let the brave man guide and put it into practice, and Matari will incorporate it. Even though it was awkward, the combined battles were ready to go.

"Uh, you still have a lot of blood on you. I knew I couldn't just wipe my hands."

The dirt has been removed to the extent that the gatekeeper is not angry with me, but I can tell that I made the fight go away no matter what. Still smells like blood. It's not that noticeable in this city. It is a crazy city where adventurers come and go in one way or another, fully armed.

"I'll have to wash it thoroughly when I get home. It's important to take care of your weapons."

"Besides, the master will do it again."

The master of the Extreme Pavilion likes to be beautiful, and he gets upset when he wanders around in a dirty outfit. Before this, he was forcibly taken to a water field inside the liquor store, where he was washed away from the top of his armor. Next thing you know, you can come in from behind and wash yourself.

The brave man thought that there was only a perfectly neat little mustache and it would be loud for fashion.

"Ah, the Warrior Guild also has a water field, shall we wash it and go home"

"Let's do that. I want to eat something delicious when it's beautiful."

The brave man wipes the blood back on his hair.

"Speaking of which, don't brave men wear helmets?

"My helmet is heavy, I can steam, and I don't need me because my horizons narrow"

"I didn't have the money, so you couldn't even buy a helmet, could you? If you want to narrow your horizons, can you stay like this?"

"No, I think you should definitely put it on. That way, you can hit your head on some wall and you won't die."

"Or not dumb enough to hit your head on the wall. And where are some walls?"

Matari denies it, but the brave don't deal with it. A helmet would be essential for this pig whose creed is a pig rush.

I can't say enough that he won't accidentally crash into the wall after being struck all over his body.

Plus, a normal human being dies if he gets hit in the head. I've never been over it to keep it covered.

Besides, he's a jerk who gets a strong head punch.

Sometimes a brave man doesn't need a helmet because of his field of view, but it's easier to fight.

If you keep the steeple exposed, it's easier to read where they're coming for you. It's surprisingly hard to target the head, so it's easier to determine where they're targeting.

In case they crush my head, I have no problem at all because I just need to recover. That's why brave men don't wear helmets.

"All right, next goal is to find a helmet that suits you. I wonder what kind of bitchy guy would be nice. I figured we should get to a corner or something?

"Yes, no, please be a plain, inconspicuous guy. I don't need a corner."

"You want at least a feather. I had more fun shopping."

The brave man began to devise things without ears to listen to.

"Wow, listen to me too……………………"

With a sighing matari on his ass, the brave walk slowly. We will soon arrive at the Warrior Alliance. I also offer alcohol over there, so I don't have a problem doing a light glass. I don't have to fight anymore today, so it's okay to get drunk.

- And the boy who was sitting in front of the guild, he noticed the braves, and he comes running waving.

Whoever it is, the brave stare. It seems that Matari was able to discern first, waving and responding.

Previously, he was a boy who failed to sleigh his wallet from a brave man. Sure, his name is Cologne.

"…… I wonder what it is. Are you going to stab me with a knife all of a sudden? In retribution for the last time."

When the brave grumble about something noisy, Matari denies it with a laugh.

"I don't have that. 'Cause you're smiling so good."

"I've seen a whole bunch of people stabbing people with laughter. I'll be on guard."

The brave man stood firm in preparation for the unexpected attack, but his worries were utter concern. When Cologne suddenly stops in front of the brave men, he greets them with a childish cheerful voice.

"Ya brave and matari sister! I went to the pavilion, but now the old man at the tavern said it was an underground labyrinth. I was wondering if I could see you here."

"Can I help you? Like you're having trouble with food again?

When the brave man asked frankly, Cologne shook his head wide and sideways saying he was different.

"I'm not in any trouble right now! He's a great new buddy! Give me a glass of food. Not even all of us can eat it. So I'm going to distribute it to the people I've been bothering. So, yes!

Cologne has offered him a large leather bag, so the brave man receives it for now.

When I opened inside, there was a green sphere in it. Looks like some kind of fruit. The characteristic would be the presence of a mesh on the outside of the fruit.

Matari peering in from the side shouts a surprise.

"Oh, isn't this Bertameron! It's a rare luxury item! I've only eaten once, too."

"Is it that expensive? Could it be delicious?"

"Yeah, it's just expensive and it's delicious! It's sweet and thick, and then it's full of fruit juice. Oh, I'd love to eat again."

"It's in front of you."

"You can creep in with a spoon, little by little, or you can ravish it, right? Oh, I miss you."

As Matari has gone to a distant world, the brave speak to Cologne.

"Are you sure you want this? Better sell it and make it a living."

"Yeah, I'm not really in trouble right now. Plus, I've told him many times that he needs to apologize. It's only natural to apologize if you do something wrong. So sorry!

Cologne lowers her head deeply.

"I don't know what it is, but it's good enough. They didn't actually take anything."

"Oh well, thanks! Well, it's time for me to go. It's getting pretty late!

"Please say hello to your new companion. It seems expensive."

"I'm scared of your faces, but I'm sure your sisters will get along! See you later!

When Cologne waved, she ran away again.

Matari back in his world smiles and squeals.

"I'm sure a wealthy man with good care decided to take care of them. Maybe we have a new orphanage. You haven't dumped it in the world yet!

"Well, fewer sleds will annoy fewer people, and they won't be caught and badly seen.... Congratulations, is it the end of the long haul?"

The brave man felt a little light-hearted. Humans, maybe it's not something I threw away yet. Just a little bit, I thought so.

"You want to go play sometime."

"Once I get my exploration permit, maybe I can go and spare some time. I think I'll get something delicious."

"Let's take a souvenir too!

"Can I have some noisy ravioli meat?"

"That raspberry meat will definitely break your stomach!

With a light slap, the two of them enter the guild.

When I finished redeeming the site, I decided to ask Rob to cut the bertameron. In the meantime, the two go to the water field and wash off the dirt. I took care of my weapons and sweated them off beautifully.

When I returned, the melon was cut nicely, and cold liquor was available. Melon doesn't make it a booze knob, but it does make it a story.

"Ho, is that why you brought it back with you? Some strange rich people."

"You can have one. I'm getting heartburn because it's too sweet."

"Thanks for that one.... because those kids were a little too much. I thought I was going to see something terrible one day. If you try to preach, you run away. But, well, if you apologize, you'll forgive me to the extent that I'm lightly beaten."

Take the melon with the rob cut evenly and twist.

Matari has been prepared to secure her share in advance. This woman took 70% of Melon's. The brave man recognised that she was an unexpected woman. I have a dangerous human feeling when I piss you off when it comes to food.

"It's really delicious. I'm happy."

"I'm really jealous you look happy."

When the brave man is frightened, Rob suddenly raises his voice toward the entrance. Is it right that you yelled at me?

"Hey, Excel! Hey, I didn't show my face for the last three days, but what the hell's wrong! You'll be worried."

A young man called Excel, who has just returned, walks over here. Wrap your armor around it and hold your helmet aside.

Rob wears his arms and makes his eyebrows a letter to.

"Oh, well, there was a little situation."

Excel scratches his brown-haired head with a loving laugh. Rob stares in surprise.

"…… Is it the woman's problem again? He's unpunished."

Rob holds his head.

"No, I'm not a new kid! It's the usual three people in my party."

"Three strands is enough, you idiot! I told you to squeeze it into one before it got any trouble!

"No, I'm serious about everyone."

"Ugh! I don't even know if he stabbed you in the back in the labyrinth!

When Rob yells harshly, Excel atrophies.

"A, ahahaha, no, I almost got stabbed last time."

"Naturally! … So, did you follow the story properly?"

"No, no, no. Actually, it's, uh, it's like, I'm having a baby."

Ask Excel's disappearing voice as Rob sighs with a tired face.

"…… who. You're a magician."

"Yes, no"

"So, swordsman's?

"Yes, no"

"So you're a fucking serious priest. Wouldn't that be a lot first?"

"……… hey, all of them. All three of them, oh, they seem to be on the same schedule."

Rob stares at AHAHA and bitterly laughing Excel with his white eyes. Brave men and matari glance with contemptuous gaze.

I don't care about anything else because it's someone else's life, but I'm totally free to have any thoughts.

The brave man strongly recognized Excel as the worst man.

"I've always thought about it, you, sword arms are top notch, but you really suck as a human being"

"Isn't that too clear?"

Excel makes his face cramp. The brave man agreed in his heart that he was poking at the core.

"Well, it's your life, so do as you please. I don't know. I'll just celebrate. Congratulations, but stay away from my wife and daughter. My daughter is only five years old. If you get close, I'll kill you."

Rob turns that way and begins to twist the rest of the melon.

"Er, yes."

"I don't know. I don't want to hear it."

"In the end, I decided to live with everyone because I couldn't squeeze anyone anymore."

I don't know.

"So, now that you need money, I decided to join the bounty hunter's party alone, didn't I? We can't take them to the boulder."

The brave man put in a penetration in his mind that he could have said well while keeping his children while exploring the labyrinth.

"I don't know.... you're a bounty hunter? Are you out of your mind?

"Of course it's sane. It's a great way to get a lot of money in the short term. Luckily, my name was sold there, so I was able to participate. I can't believe I'd like to hear any advice. The only person I can count on is Mr. Rob."

A brave man turns around slightly.

Excel is doing his hand on his love sword. The sword seems to be well built inside, and the armor is wearing something that seems to be worth a lot.

Excel's body looked well trained, for his character's sake. I'm not ill, either. Rob admits to being top notch, so I'm pretty sure he's a medium user.

The brave man turns to the front, wondering if it matters, and raises the cold liquor.

"Ha, you don't have a choice. I've been taking care of this for a while. The bounty hunters are prepared and ready to do whatever they really do. I'm sorry if I tried a detour and failed for free. He is definitely killed after being scattered around his crazy bounty neck. I'll talk to you in the back, so follow me."

"Ah, Yes. Sorry for the inconvenience, Rob."

"... such a big idiot will get three daughters-in-law and become the father of three kids. It's the end of the world."

Rob and Excel take off and go into the back of the guild. They have a training center and an office inside. I guess that explains something there.

The brave man finishes his melon and sends his gaze to the happy Matari. Seems to have blocked an unpleasant story from happening along the way.

"Master Rob says it's the end of the world, Matari. You like that, too? Although facial construction is certainly good."

Young, sword arms seem certain Excel. What's more, he's called a beautiful man with a face. The clothes of nobility seem to suit me.

"Oh, I can't be that kind of person. What do you ask me all of a sudden about being more dependable, taller, with sword arms, and pulling me away!

I blush and the matari get furious.

Though I find it hard to pull a pig, the brave forgive me to be well deluded.

"I see. That was helpful. So, has anyone ever been like a hero like that?

"Of course, there's no such person. I was in the world of gambling."

Matari has distant eyes.

"That's the world, isn't it?"

"That's what it is."

When the brave man crooks his mouth and raises the glass, Matari also smiles and raises the glass. Ringing lightly, I drank up all at once.