Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

4 Jun 7442

The next morning, as usual, when I woke up before dawn, I checked again to make sure there was no shortage, getting ready for an adventure inside the labyrinth that I had put in place before I went to bed last night. The food was also prepared for two servings of three days in a preserved meat and dried beans meal, which was divided into two back sacs and added.

Huh? You think we should let Zulu have it all? Oh, come on, you forgot your advice. You don't know what happens in the labyrinth. What if Zulu instantly turns out to be a charcoal extinguisher with a monster's monstrous ray?

This is a joke, but in the labyrinth, you mean metastasis. If it falls apart, it's the pinnacle of stupidity to keep something important in one person. I don't have to know if it's an emergency, such as being injured or really unable to carry it, and it's Theory in the Infantry Squad who keeps what can be dispersed as dispersed as possible.

Regardless of your personal arming, you will need food, water bottles (which I can magically water out, just for once) and other important items, not now, but in the future you will also need kits such as medicines for first aid. I have also bought a new backpack that holds such plain but important items.

Naturally I've had it before, but most of my luggage was stored in horse saddlebags, so what I had was a small back sac, substituted enough to be pampered already when I put in nine meals of food for three days, a little underwear, etc., and it even has a belt so that I don't bluff even on horses, so wow, I can't take it off quickly when fighting.

So, I asked Xenom and Ralpha for their opinions and bought two suitable ones yesterday in view of the future. The back sac of the adventurers they use is there in size, and most importantly, it has hardware on the shoulder strap area and in an emergency it is an easy mechanism to release the back sac by twisting and pulling that hardware out. It is a convenient substitute, although it is somewhat laborious because the hardware has to be put back before it is worn again. The fabric is thick and sturdy like canvas so this would be a good buy. As much as I'd like to make it out of a rubber pull cloth if possible.

Oh, yeah, I also ordered the sword sheath along with the sword belt. They can do it in less than a week.

I wore a protector, carried one back sac, held the other hanging, strapped my sword over my shoulder and set out for the diner at the rendezvous point. Before dawn, I somehow remembered and missed fishing in my previous life because I was fully equipped with all this luggage and had long items on my shoulders (even though it was only about 1.3m). Before dawn when the ship leaves, it feels as exciting as a child when carrying a rucksack with trinkets and walking from the car to a fishing boat moored at the dock with cooler boxes and pole bags down on both shoulders, but should I say?

When we got to the diner, the three of us were already together. Give Zulu his share of the back sac and make him carry it. He uses a two-handed sword, but the blade crossing of the sword is about 1m long, and Zulu, who has a long leg on top of his upper back because the length of the pattern is about 30cm, has no discomfort with the sword around his waist. The length itself is as good as my sword.

We all ate dinner and had water in the water bottle at the diner. Zulu, even though he was a slave, thanked everyone for being a meal on the same menu. That's okay, because your body is the capital. Just asking, if you're a slave to normal adventurers or a combat slave used in the military, it seems natural that the quality of food drops a few steps, regardless of the quantity. Hmm, is that right?

But even menus that are less quality than the breakfast we're eating in this restaurant are only 100Z (one piece of copper coin) different per meal. Our breakfast falls at 300Z, and our breakfast falls at 200Z. Whether it makes sense to hundred z ketch here...... If you have a lot of slaves, you don't have to know, you're still alone.

"Zulu, it's okay because you're my slave-head candidate."

I told you. I was obsessed with eating and couldn't get an answer. I don't mind.

It's still quite a crowd when you go to the entrance square. I waited for the order and in the meantime the three of us stopped me when I tried to give Zulu silver coins as an admission tax to the labyrinth. He said that paying taxes would prove the owner, so I could pay Zulu's share together. Is that what it is?

Looks like Mr. Church is still tasked with escorting the tax collector as a guard today. He laughed at me when he looked at my face, so I laughed back at him, too. Safe, there's a staircase down to the stone basement when you pay taxes for four and move on. Apparently, there's a crystal rod of metastasis underneath here.

Down the long stairs, the hallway stretches forward. The walls are lit with pine lights and there is no trouble with the lights. The wide corridor is cold because of the stone construction. Dozens of meters away seems to be a room without doors. The guys from the party that came down in front of me were about to enter the room.

We followed up and walked to the room. There seems to be a number of doorless rooms on either side of the hallway between the poking rooms. I guess this is the place to come back from the labyrinth. There was no party back when we were walking.

In the middle of the poking room is a square, decorative stone pedestal about 70 cm high, on which stands a thin crystal bar about 2-3 cm in diameter. The room itself is a small room about 4m on one side. Would the length of the crystal rod sticking out of the pedestal be less than 80 cm? I can certainly snort that ten people are the best at this length. The surface of the crystal rod was brightly lit with light-purple coloured letters. I guess this is the spell for the transfer inside the labyrinth. Some of the letters are blinding. Can you remember that for too long?

When I looked closer, I was stunned by too much. I've seen three different types of letters. One was naturally the letter (Common) of this world. But the two remaining ones are different. It was an English alphabet and a Japanese pseudonym. I accidentally looked at Ralpha and her face. I guess we both felt a different vibe, Xenom and Zulu looking at us surprised. Xenom is

"What's up? Sounds like this is the only thing that makes sense. Ba lu su. Is this the spell? I know you're surprised that crystals like this don't look like that, but isn't that what you were telling me? It's not as long as I can remember. Come on, let's go"

That's what Xenom and Zulu just squeezed the crystal stick. Me and Ralpha looked at each other again, but we decided our minds and squeezed the crystal stick. Everyone is waiting for me to open my mouth. It's me who casts this spell. Give me this spell where everything is going to fall apart.

"Balus!"

Has the metastasis been completed in an instant without anything collapsing? Nothing had changed except the crystal and pedestal that was squeezing, but the condition of the room had changed. I knew because I was listening, but I was really surprised when I actually went through it.

Slowly take your hands off the crystal as you glance around for a moment. And, at the moment when all hands were apart, the crystal emitted a light only bluntly yellow for a moment, and the letters appeared on the surface just as they had earlier. What? What? Now it's da li o f. Doesn't sound like a word that makes sense. I felt a little relieved as to why.

The location ahead of the transfer was like the end of a cave. As I was hearing, the entire cave wall emits a bright flash of light. I don't need a light source, but I might as well have one. Maybe we should modify the magic props on the lights and buy something lantern-inspired.

Xenom had quickly tied the yarn to the right stone. Holding Bobbin stabbed at the stick in his left hand, he hung an ax in his right hand. I also took the sword off my shoulder, removed the tip sheath and hung it on the D-ring on the protector's hips, ready to be combatable at any time. Ralpha and Zulu also have their own scores and are ready.

"All right, then let's go. Like I said yesterday, I'll take the lead and move on. Ralpha behind me, then Zenom. Zulu, watch out for the Zenom thread."

We make sure they all nodded and proceeded, but we changed the line in less than a few dozen meters. The cave is getting wider and wider, and now it's about 8 meters wide. I wondered how it would be if we went all the way down this cave in a row. Now it's a schematic of me and Zulu taking the lead and Ralpha and Xenom following behind it. In addition, although the floor surface of this cave is uneven, it does not appear to be grated with stone, resulting in earthy skin. The walls also feel like stones are rolling everywhere with dirt.

I added Bobbin's yarn, and when it was time for the second one, I heard voices like "buffoon" and "giggle" along with footsteps from the front. My eyes have already adapted darkly for a long time. Do you have a vision of 30-40m? I sure don't have to have a lantern. Well, it seems there are some places where there's no light altogether, so you should have one. It doesn't matter because we weren't going to step into a place like that today, and if we had the lights poorly, they'd even notice our presence from afar.

Everyone unloaded their backsacks and stood up with their weapons so that they could take some action as soon as there was danger to their opponents. The dorsal sac is placed towards the corner of the cave. Everyone moves from left to right toward the side of the wall without alarm. The cave seems to be stretching straight for a while. All right, appraisal. I tried to use my unique skills to rely on the visual of the appraisal. A small figure can be seen between 70 and 80 meters ahead. I think it's Knoll from the outfit. They were all armed with spears. How many... 11? If you appraise the knoll around the middle, level 3. You can do this.

I guess it would be more efficient to wait for them to come a little closer. I killed my breath and waited for a bunch of knolls to approach me. Looks like they're slowly getting closer too. And the movement seems to have stopped when the opponent is about 10 meters forward. Bad, did they notice? Well, even if they noticed, there's no big difference. Soon Knoll and the others moved forward. However, he pushes this way with a mouthful of calls. Does it have a good nose just for hyena? I don't think there was any special skill in super odor. I guess it's a skill that isn't enough to become a special skill.

50 m to go. Not yet.

40 m to go. Knoll's line is crumbling on boulders as well. Is it time?

30 m to go. Now! When I popped out in the middle of the aisle, I turned my left hand to Knoll and unleashed my magic. It's "Ice Corn" magic. A vortex of cold air spreads conically from my left hand, at the same time releasing countless thin ice blades like cutters. I can't follow my aim, so I poured in the MP and concentrated on increasing the amount of blade. It won't kill you with about a minus 30 degrees of cold air, but it's enough to maintain a thin, sharp ice blade cut like a razor. A dense blade of ice against an elongated conical space about 15 ° forward from his left hand instantly turned four of the pathetic Knolls avant-garde into bloodbaths.

Then again. Next up is the magic of 'Chain Lightning'. Literally an improved version of "Lightning Bolt," the MP used will increase even more, but this guy's electric shock will split even further after the hit and hit another nearby target one after the other. The number of divisions is up to four, but the difficulty is that without another subject within a distance of five meters within the rear ninety degree range of the hit target, the division stops there. But once it splits up, it will spread considerably further from there. Ultimately, the power falls to half of the 'Lightning Bolt' but such a low-level knoll opponent would suffice.

I don't think this will wipe it out. I had to concentrate for about a second to maintain my magic when the division of "Chain Lightning" ended, but I succeeded in burying five more with this magic. There were two knolls left. I guess they screwed up their morale for instantly losing the majority of their allies about 30 meters away, and while they were stepping on their feet, these guys also shot and killed 'Stone Arrow' in a row without making it a missile.

It succeeded in finishing 11 knolls in just about 10 seconds. I hope the average enemy is to this extent......

"That was an easy win. We'll take the Demon Stone."

That's what I said, picked up my back sac and walked away. Three people followed me with a grudge after me. It looks like even Zenom has been taken lightly. Was it a little too economical? I thought so, but it's the first fight. Don't you think we should get in the mood? I used nearly eighty MPs, including the last "Stone Arrow," but less than 1% of my MP holdings. Besides, I will recover in about six to seven hours.

While I gave the knife to Zulu and waited for three other people besides me to pick the demon stone, I was just a little further along and wary of monsters coming from ahead. I hear a leak in conversation from the three of us at work.

"Your husband is a terrific wizard, I didn't know he could only use healing magic yesterday"

"Oh, I also used magic when I met us, but not so much..."

Ha, you can say more. Because I'm the type to stretch with praise.

"Now that I can use magic, I need to be able to do it quickly."

I don't think you can do that, ma'am.

In a matter of minutes I was able to recover all the demon stones. I've appraised it and it's worth about two thousand. If you sell it to me for about 70%, it would be about 150,000 Z. It should be noted that Knoll's weapon was a wooden spear with pointy tips, so I thought I wouldn't retrieve it, but it could be used for something. It is also about 1m long. I let Zulu hold about three bottles for now. By the way, where the hell did you get the wood?

I proceeded with caution again. Instead of a divide, there's not even a bend. You don't need yarn.

"Hey Xenom, shouldn't we use yarn until the road splits?

When I said that, I guess Xenom thought the same thing. Immediately he replied, "Right, give me a minute," and started running at the first point. I guess I went back to around the crystal of the metastasis and untied the thread tied to the stone because it's only been going about 400m.

There's nothing in particular to do until Xenom gets back. It's a short enough pause. Even so, the travel time since the transfer is about fifteen minutes to this point. How much longer I've been picking demon stones. Fighting was about ten seconds. I waited for Xenom to return, even as I guarded forward. When Xenom returned in time, he began to wrap the yarn around it. Oh, well. I don't think I can use it again unless I roll it up. I wish you'd come back with a roll, but it's certainly more efficient for someone to rotate the bobbin while rolling out the yarn.

I spent a total of nearly half an hour unnecessarily, but I slowly go back to it with renewed attention and caution.

It went about 300 meters further. As always, the cave stretches straight. I didn't even see a trap. But don't get pretty tired of moving on with vigilance about the trap you don't know where it is. I thought it would go easier, but this seemed like a lick. Along the way, I took turns with two Zenom and Ralpha, and me and Zulu backed off.

And as soon as I took turns, I heard a small noise coming from the front. It sounds like a fight, but the distance seems pretty far away. Xenom is turning me around. I told him to move slowly only with caution when I nodded at him. Then I say, "If the enemy is equal to us, let's fight with the sword this time." You can keep pushing with magic, but I'm the only one who's gonna get the experience.

It still conveys fight-like sounds. I feel like I've grown up without a heart, but I don't know if it's my fault. Ralpha turned around and whispered.

"Looks like someone's fighting. Don't you have to go help me?

"Huh? Why?

"'Cause it seems like a pretty long time, maybe you're struggling, right?

It would certainly be another minute or so since I first heard the noise and screaming. Probably struggling. But why do you need to go help? Xenom helped me out when I was stuck in words.

"Ralpha, your adventure in the labyrinth is your own fault. If you're struggling, it could be a powerful enemy. You'd better go slow with caution."

Yes, they do.

"Besides, don't flaunt your prey, you might buy an unwanted grudge. Even if you keep going to the side like this, you better not suddenly get your hands on it. Until the adventurers ask me to help them."

Yes, they do.

"... ok. Yeah, let's go slow."

Ralpha seems convinced, too. I...

"Yes, and I haven't decided yet with another adventurer. Maybe monsters are fighting each other."

He added. What, is it a good explanation for Xenom? Ralpha has been an adventurer for a long time too, so we can split it it, and if we explain it properly, we'll be convinced. Hi ex-girlfriend, looking 14-year-old girl says, "Aren't you going to help?" or something like that makes me feel blamed.

Once again we proceeded with caution, the cave seemed to break to the right for the first time in about 50m. There is no need for yarn as it is not a split path. Turning the corner to the right, the noise rapidly increased. Until now, I guess things have been somewhat attenuated in the corners. I can hear some screaming, but I'm speechless. Just the monster's scolding voice and multiple combat sounds.

If adventurers were fighting, they would have been beaten down to just one. Would I make it if I ran? The grounds are weak, but maybe I could help. Can we even help if we continuously type in magic with extra magic? Speaking of self-blame, it's a bad dream to look and kill.

At that time, Xenom, going forward, raised his right hand and crouched. What? I thought, but when I heard Zenom say it, the question was iced away.

"It's a trap. I think it's a pit.... Sounds fine at the end of the cave. Pay attention."

Indeed, Zenom is right, there seems to be a somewhat unnatural exuberance about 5m in diameter around the middle of the cave ahead of him. Do it, if I was in a hurry to run for cover, I couldn't spot it. If we were bad, we'd all be in the pit.

"Zulu, keep the spear on the side earlier. Be a landmark for traps."

If there were powerful monsters ahead, there would also be a possibility of retreat. It's not funny at all if you overlook the location of the trap during the retreat and fit in the pitfalls you should have found. I'm glad I let you retrieve the spear. I actually retrieved it in an attempt to get Zulu to throw it under threat instead of spear (javelin).

Zulu immediately seemed to understand my intentions, and when he dodged the pit, he stabbed and marked a spear in the middle of the cave. There's a pit at the end of this spear. The cave is another fifty meters away, and now it looks like it's turning left. We proceeded more cautiously but slowly. The battle sounds and the monster screams are still ringing. It's been close enough since I first noticed. As we approached the bend, the noise increased even more. It would be a few dozen meters away. If you turn left at this corner, don't you see it?

I thought so, and when I took control of everyone and put my body on the left wall, I looked carefully at the end of the aisle. The unique skills of the appraisal have already been activated. As a result, the appraisal did not discern the pitfall trap. Maybe he gave it a thin cloth or a plate over the pit and covered it with dirt. So my gaze doesn't go as far as the structure of the trap, so I guess I couldn't find it in the appraisal.

There were about twenty goblins about thirty meters ahead of the bend and they were arguing. Some of them have fallen in. I don't see an adventurous figure. Sounds like a fight between monsters. I've appraised a few of them, but the levels are two to four, and they're not that powerful. I said I'd go back to everyone softly.

"A bunch of goblins are arguing about thirty meters ahead. The total number is about twenty. If it feels like we saw it, we can win if we ambush it. If it's magic, you can cat it with one blow, but what do you do?

Then Zulu whispered but said as surprised.

"Can you still use magic?!? But I'll try to help. I'll kick your ass like a goblin!

The Xenom.

"Twenty...... many but goblins would win. You want to go?!?"

I said. It's a bloody thing.

"Twenty. Hey. Then, because we're going in, Al is going to be able to use magic at any time so we don't let him get away."

Ralpha is motivated, too. All right.

"Well, Zulu, you're in the lead. Penetrate. Zenom is behind Zulu's right. Ralpha is Zenom's blind spot cover. I'll throw even Knoll's spear, but don't expect this. It's only about the first level of intimidation. First, I'll get out of the corner and throw a spear. As I jump out of the corner, everyone storms. If someone gets hurt, goblins run away but healing is a priority. All right?"

I instructed him to do so when he easily set the order of assault. If it's about goblin, there won't be a problem pushing it. Besides, as long as you don't die instantly, I can give you a stipend. Well, I think it's okay.

Anticipating the timing and jumping out of the corner, Zulu was led by a group of goblins and the three servants, originally, went screaming as my companions roared.

Looking at their backs, I used my entire body to squeeze my muscles like bows, throwing Knoll's wooden spear over their heads. Naturally there is no aim or shit. Mostly, I've never thrown anything. You don't have to hit it. I saw the spear flying tip, mindful of hitting it while making that excuse, but I saw it pierced the ground in front of a group of goblins. Don't. Next time, I'll even make a spear thrower (Atlattle).

Soon we saw the Zulu and the others hit a group of goblins. The goblins we've been fighting over won't even have a decent idea of what happened. The mess between the Goblins seems to have gotten worse when they skinned out the unlucky guys stabbed through their backs by Zulu's two-handed sword and slapped them in the head with a blow by Zenom and Ralpha's hand axe (Tomahawk) and splashed their brains. The forces to which the first three were attacked seemed to regard the Zulu's as the other party's helpers, and the other party's forces seemed to mistakenly assume that they had more allies.

I looked at it and set up the last remaining wooden spear again and threw it a little closer and then towards the guy at the end. But the spear came off again, poking at a goblin already turned into a corpse beside the target. I meant to aim carefully, but I'm just pointing at the tip of a tree stick, and throwing for it won't be something that hits me that way.

Zulu wields a two-handed sword like a god, leaning no goblin at all, and the only goblin present within his sword reach is a dead goblin. Whenever that stormy iron storm moves, the number of goblins moving with one more decreases. Zenom and Ralpha strike a blow that will surely become fatal one by one.

In no time, the goblins have been beaten down to less than half, and the rest of the goblins just seem panicked to be waving the stick they have in the dark cloud. I wish I'd just concentrated on what could no longer be a task, shooting from afar with the magic of the 'Stone Arrow Missile' only on the guy who shows his back trying to escape.

In the end, all three were able to destroy twenty goblins intact without much time. Then he picked the demon stone again and went further behind the labyrinth.

Is it still about 8: 00 in the morning? It's a good slip for the first day.