Sword of Glutton Princess

Even a sip with an adventurer has a variety of roles.

As a major division, a rear guard exists in the avant-garde that engages in warcraft and white soldier warfare, attacking with magic and bows and arrows more than in the rear.

If we divide it into more details, there's no kiri if we divide it anyway between white demon mentors healing adventurers' injuries, scouts responsible for untangling and reconnaissance, shields responsible for yang motion and swing, and environmentalists at the end of the day who light or distract them.

Many of these require specialized knowledge, skill and talent, as well as specialized magic conductors.

A magic conductor is a magic prop that serves as a medium for magic activation.

In order to fully activate high-altitude magic on top of having a magic field that is also good at magic and a magic field that is not good at magic, it has to be a corresponding magic conductor.

In many cases it combines weapons, with the most dominant magic guided sword with a blade.

Magic conductors and their materials are very expensive.

The poor had no choice but to be adventurers for big money risking their lives, but they had the great paradox that they could not act properly as adventurers without expensive magic conductors.

Without talent and a bewitching device commensurate with it, you cannot have a special role.

My magic sword was the Blade Popo of the Poor.

The rank crowns the bottom of the punch [F], and you can barely handle the magic that helps you in battle properly, and you can say that none of them even go as far as aiding your core physical abilities.

This is still what I desperately bought ingredients from young children with chores ripe money and got hit by the blacksmith's mani, who is a childhood tamer.

Such a role for me would naturally be ripe for anyone.

"Oh, Dean. Could you walk a little faster? No, then you can't? Can you run for it?

Calling me by you is Gilbard, a flashy cloak man on a conceited feather hat.

He is also the leader of this party.

"Come on, it's cool, because almost none of Dean's magic swords improve their physical abilities. Sure, he was using goblin bones? Do it well."

The other muscle big man is Morgan.

I was now hired by Gilbard and Morgan as temporary adventurers to visit the Hazardous Class D Demonic Labyrinth, War Rat's Nest, near the city.

"hahaha... no, my luggage is heavy..."

I give it back to both of you with a loving laugh.

No matter how angry I am or how much I want to kill you, I have to live with it now.

The only revenge I can do is appeal to you that it is not the subtle fault of the Devil's Sword.

"What are you talking about? You're the reason for that goblin bone."

Morgan picked up the desperate counterattack lightly, and the two laughs echoed in the cave.

I go after them as I blush and endure the weight of the baggage I carry.

"Please, haulier. I can't help it, but hold on tight."

…………

Yes, my role is as a haulier.

It can be called the lowest class of a few roles.

He has the role of transporting food, lamps, anything worth rolling into the Demonic Labyrinth, and spare weapons.

Typically, hauliers often combine with other roles that do not engage in direct combat, such as miners who are skilled at mining ore or dismantlers stripping valuable areas from warcraft and demons.

But I don't have anything.

It would still have been better if I could have done something like that, but unfortunately my Poor Blade Popo couldn't use the magic of helping adventurers at all.

You can handle the magic of the Torch, which floats a ball of dazzling fire and lights up your surroundings, but it's not much different than using a mana lamp for carrying.

This mana lamp is a magic prop that works almost as well as the Torch based on the energy of the flame stone.

Flaming stones tend to be of considerable value, and mana lamps are fragile on top of being expensive.

But I don't have enough magic to maintain the Torch, so I use a mana lamp.

This is reality.

Gilbard naturally has a mana lamp, too, but he doesn't do anything to lend me his magic gear.

I guess I don't like being drained or damaged on my own.

So I have to have a mana lamp and a flame stone to cut down on my living expenses.

If it is broken, it is a dead and alive problem.

In short, I am the lowest ranked haulier among hauliers.

Temporary combatants cannot ripen either.

I'm not a fixed adventurer, I'm a hired adventurer because I'm the lowest ranked hauler in any way I can replace.

If there's a somewhat better haulier with other advantages, that's the priority.

I'm a spare at the bottom.

Gilbard hires me a lot, but he doesn't treat me well, and he doesn't pay well.

injuries or monks (referring to diving into the Demonic Labyrinth but with little success. from not killing the Warcraft) or if you are in a bad mood, you may be trampled down on the reward.

Unfortunately, still, Gilbard is grateful in the sense that he gives me the job.

Whether it's to look at your feet and treat them cheaply or not.

You can use a magic that allows you to gain knowledge of the subject from the World Records (Acacial Records), called Im, but this is the magic that most of the magic conductors are capable of.

It is supposedly the magic made by Im the Wisdom God for those under his own protection during the mythological period, and now all mankind can reveal itself to it.

Furthermore, although Im the Wisdom God died in the wars of the Mythical Age, he has sealed a fragment of consciousness in the World Records (Acacial Records), which he supposedly names and evaluates for all things.

I don't know how far the myth is a true story, but there is no doubt that Im going to be a universal appraisal tool as long as it has magic.

Nothing. I'm not the only one who can handle Im, and I can't look into high-ranking warcraft and bewitches because of my low magic.

Proper magic is needed to gain knowledge from World Records.

For a while I followed Gilbard and Morgan on a cursory foot.

"..." Im ""

I whisper, "Blade Popo of the Poor".

The crystal embedded in the root of the Magic Sword pattern sparkled, and the string passed behind my brain.

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Dean Disma.

Race: Pure People (Legman)

Status: Normal

Lv: 8

VIT (sturdy): 16 + 5

ATK (Attack): 17 + 3

MAG (Magic): 17 + 1

AGI (Jun Min): 12 + 2

Magic:

Poor Blade Popo [F]

Title:

"Runaway Carrier [E]" "Fire Materials [F]"

Properties:

"Guardianship of the Wisdom God [--]"

Magic:

"Im [--]" Torch [F] "

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... This is God Ji's thankful assessment of me.

This [LV] seems to indicate a level, or odd level.

Od is the power of the soul.

It is also said to be a root force that created all things, and in the mythical age it is assumed that the gods took out odds over the Tree of Sephiroto to create demons and animals.

He who has Odd can also take away part of that Odd by killing life with Odd and strengthen his Odd.

The degree is odd, the level.

As an adventurer who makes his seventeen-year-old battle his business, this guy [LV: 8] is the lowest class.

I have also been desperately hunting and training low-ranking warcraft, but this seems to be the case.

For this reason Gilbard also has [Lv: 18] and Morgan has [Lv: 15].

Because the quality of the Magic Sword is completely different from mine, there is a power difference between us that I have tried a hundred times and never won.

As a guide, [LV: 12] was considered necessary to do it as a decent adventurer.

At the current pace, he would be over twenty by then.