Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

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"What are we gonna do?

Bruton asks.

"Thank you very much. Shelves up. This is the fourteenth basement, and we still have a big job to do. Afterwards you'll worry about your return, won't you?

"... right"

But this information will greatly affect morale.

Because people are not clever enough to devote all their energies while worrying about their way home.

I regained my mind and tried to tip the liquor bottle - the ground rocked.

There is a big Asian who comes here, walking with a hinge and a sense of weight.

It is a body surface covered in hard deep green scales and a splendid tail that swings left and right every time it walks on the rear of the trunk, a supercrossbow axe lowered on the shoulder - a Lizardman (Lizardman) guemul.

"Final call no, result ga exit tazo"

Sure, Guemur is a good one. I can count on you, and the joke goes through.

However, it is imperfect in the balls that the air cannot be read.

Dice receives a bunch of paper, wanting to drink it before it tastes any worse.

It's listed there at the point of arrival on the fourteenth basement floor, as a call-up result.

In addition to the number of employees, occupations, ownership skills, etc., the health status, etc. were summarized as confirmed by the party leaders.

"Uh... apparently, there are sixty-eight of you gathered here"

As of the first basement floor, there were three hundred and seventy-eight.

In other words, nearly 80% of the journeys to this point have fallen off on the way.

Since I'm right in front of you, I can almost tell by counting it, but when I actually recognize it as a number, the harshness of the situation creeps me out as a real feeling.

This is well below the number originally planned, and was too reckless a number to quarrel with a military opponent.

From the audience, like, "I don't know," or "We'd better get together, right? Voices like," Are you okay? "and so on return with laughter.

"Then some people are significantly ill due to fatigue, injury, or condition abnormality, but the current situation is that they haven't been treated in time"

Now it's like, "Are you kidding me" or "My left arm's still broken? Voices like" or "Are you willing to kill me" return with booing.

This is a headache story.

It was simply a problem that could be solved immediately if the monks were instructed to give top priority to treatment, but we are not in a position to do so.

They're keeping their health warm. Because you need to 'resist' the battle you are about to wage. It is a prayer to raise the resistance by magic. It was one of the few pre-countermeasures in this environment where this dead person would become undead.

"What do you think about this result, Mr. Güemle?" I'll shake it.

"Problem nye. Patience Shilo."

"That's it, gentlemen. Please be patient."

More big booming from the audience.

But Guemur did not take it for a thing, and left with his hand.

She is a earner seeker.

I came to the maze city a few years ago to feed my own tribe. However, aside from making money because of the hundreds of nights, we don't even have to collect the funds to go home.

They're losing touch with both the husband and children they've left behind.

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"Anyone else who has a report..."

"It's me"

A woman's voice rises from the far rear of the audience.

And there was a man who called them to come forward.

Various reactions that arise from everywhere - tongue-beating, whispering, whispering, and amazement.

At this point, Dice had a big imagination of who he was.

It was still a warrior dressed in full body armor who came in front of me.

The Seeker who doesn't know her name will be Moori.

The inexperienced, yet powerful man who alone accomplished this underground thirteenth floor tread. The daughter of a Western nobleman who visited this labyrinth city in search of her brother, who was part of the Expeditionary Force. And now, an indispensable waterfront conductor in the crusade.

It is the "footsteps of death" anemone.

He apparently returned from a reconnaissance mission.

She is a horrible worker.

As if to pay for what I have done so far alone, I have actively carried out the work of the Crusaders, and I have also done my repulsion to find out where the Expeditionary Force is.

"All right, quick and bad, but let me hear the report"

"Oh."

"Footsteps of Death" removed the clasp on his helmet and exposed the elusive beauty.

Bend, take the map out of the lumbar bag (pouch) and spread it over the ground.

"They are waiting at a point half a mile east to west of this camp"

That report raises a voice of relief from everywhere.

It's good news they haven't made the move. If you're half a mile away from here, you don't have to be frightened of the raid to rest. If we keep an eye on him, in case he comes this way, he'll even have room to get ready.

"What's the scale?

"About a thousand and five hundred. The breakdown is a thousand and four hundred ghosts, eighty gusts, fourteen wight, and... Durahan as one."

"You're full."

Again, on the number, the enemy was overwhelmingly better.

It will be hard to grab a win in a decent way, even though how much we are here with all our arms.

"Well, it's a flat spot, too."

Bruton is arm-wrapped and roaring staring at the map.

Certainly what the Expeditionary Army is waiting for seems to be a less undulating terrain.

In fights, if you are losing a few, it is a stone to get through with your hands, but from this situation it becomes difficult to ambush.

"... wait a minute. Is the Expeditionary Army standing by?

"Oh."

"Footsteps of Death" snorts.

But what she's witnessing, having visited here before, should have been the sight of the 'Expeditionary Army leading the grudging spirits wandering this wilderness and continuing its endless march'.

Therefore,

"Right now, they're just waiting on the spot. It was as if they were waiting for us."

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They are undead monsters.

Therefore, the principle of conduct is limited to two things.

In other words, imprisoned by individual lifelong habits and paranoia, they act as if they were alive, or they come from jealousy against those who have life.

I thought it was from the former's reasoning that the Expeditionary Army would continue to march without the herd.

But like a domesticated dog, I don't care what you think about staying on the spot for the most part.

Rumors I heard a while back in the tavern make me head over.

Why is the undead so dense in the lift landing only on the tenth basement floor?

Isn't someone trying to keep the Seeker from using the lift?

Isn't the undead, overflowing with dungeons, have their owners?

... but that's just a rumor.

But in case it's true, the Expeditionary Army is not a U.N. crowd that moves with instinct.

It means it's not a bong claw that goes straight without suffering or fear of living things and without even realizing that there are traps.

If it does, it will be forced to modify a major battle plan, combined with a shortage of personnel.

It was quite a headache project.

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Not enough to count fingers.

But it's just a project that's not even Roku. Thanks to this, Dice had lost her mind to drink the rest of the booze.

"Uh... let me tell you something."

Dice decided to speak to an audience who was blurring with nearby humans with an anxious face.

"We are hired. So I have no obligation to do all my work until I put my life at risk. If you turn around here, you'll get an advance, and no one will complain about you and you won't have any problems."

You'll need to see what they'll do with the progression and retreat around here.

And Dice thinks it's up to them, now or later.

Because I had long lost my temper to win the battle against the Expeditionary Army.

I don't care about my responsibilities as a 'supervisor' etc. Did you know that? All you have to do is do this butt plush on the ground with the nine sisters and the 'union' guys.

I do not know why I have been granted a position, but the reasons for exercising it are clear. Not to serve a purpose.

At that time, I didn't repeat the regrets that happened in this place, just to survive everyone.

But the audience doesn't get this kind of reaction back. I wasn't sure if you were listening or pretending you weren't.

"I'll do it!

That kind of stupid voice went up from somewhere.

"'Cause you rarely get a chance like this!

Someone else raised their voice.

"Right. If you win, you can be a hero!

"With the feat of burying both shitty undead, the name is engraved!

"That's right. If I miss it, it's a one-of-a-kind opportunity!

"Even the bounty is coming in Gappo Gappo!?

"You can't stop laughing!

More powerful voices from all over.

"I can't use the lift, can I? Excellent. The triumph will only take a magnificent walk!

"Not enough people? Then I'll take down twenty of them!

"I'll give you thirty!

"My people are fifty!

"Of course, it's a frontal breakthrough!?

"You bet. I'll deal with him in Stegoro!

Suddenly the area became busy.

The guys with the damp faces just now start to talk cutely, stained with tentative early optimism modes.

"You're liars."

Dice yelled at them so much that she felt like pouring cold water on them.

Is he always a fool?

Are you crazy?

Or did it just leave you wanting to die?

Where do you get that kind of spare time?

Everybody's tired, and you haven't slept much.

If you look closely, there are injured people everywhere.

I haven't even been able to secure my way home.

We don't have a lot of people or talent.

and many other overwhelmingly unfavourable situations.

How do they fight monstrous military opponents?

But...

Everyone and he have eyes full of determination.

The girl who was murdered by the Great Ghost, Bruton, Pasimika, Guemur, and "Footsteps of Death" have the same eyes.

My eyes said I wasn't going to turn back.

"... both shits"

Indeed, the claw marks on the "Hundred Nights" caused by the "Expeditionary Army" were significant.

Many lost acquaintances, friends, and companions.

Some people have suffered terrible wounds that are unlikely to heal their disability.

Above all, they vandalized the hunting grounds and reduced prospects. There are also many who have quit the Crying Seeker.

Even Dice himself is. Lost a lot of stuff here. It's an honor, a reward, etc., and I floated into the Expeditionary Army, and I left important equipment, important fingers of my opponents, my friends, and people I knew there who were willing to - important things besides my life.

When I realized it was worth the challenge to this battle.

I couldn't pull back any longer.

So Dice couldn't hold them back any longer, herself.

"Then... then... yes, but I will win!

Raise the liquor bottle, say.

I couldn't promise them I'd survive or anything.

There was just one thing I could promise.

"And you will survive!... and then we can have the best liquor. Dawn, when you can rush up the dungeon stairs and return to the sun-drenched ground, should await a delicious drink with a burning throat!

Maybe this bottle of booze won't taste too good, to be honest. There's only one bottle of alcohol. Not enough flavor, not enough quantity.

But that's enough for now.

"Wine of victory!

"" "Wine of victory!!

The same words come back in chorus.

When Dice stirred up the rest of the booze, he wiped his mouth.

It's the worst picnic ever.

But my stomach turned.

You can't make any more weak noises.

Now was the time to hunt hundreds of ghosts.

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Identification Card: "Crystal Balls of Farsight (Palantilli) (Fine Goods)"

It also looks like a tool for witches to divine (scribble), but what you see peeking into this is another view (vision) surrounding the crystal somewhere.

This item is set in pairs. It is a granting tool (antique) for the exchange of information between an opponent with crystal balls made from the same twin crystals and by means of sign language, letters, etc.

In other words, if you find only one crack, you have to go look for the other, hinting at the view on the crystal. It could be in an old temple in the Far East, far away, or sleeping in a dark, deep dungeon.

It would just be worth looking for. Because all you want is power like the big merchants and the big nobles. Together, at the dawn of their dedication, they will be happy to offer a lot of money. Because by this item, distant information that can be drawn in an instant can be used in various phases such as politics, war, commerce, etc.

Now for the record, The Crystal Ball of Farsightedness has what is known as the infamous Cursed Treasure Crystal. It's a crystal ball reflecting a treasure trove full of rare and valuable ancient Guignole gold coins that sleep somewhere, and so far several explorers have gone out to look for that one crack. But it fails. Not only that, but those involved died accidentally, or were ill, within those years without leakage. And now, as a cursed tool, it seems that the Witches of the Labyrinth City are now strictly in control.