The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

Lesson 25: Wise Men, Train Your Maiden

And the bandits were swept away.

We asked adventurers passing nearby to take the bandits to the guild.

A hiccup who hasn't even become an adventurer has devastated the bandits.

Exactly suspicious, but when it came to giving him a handle, he took a small leap and undertook.

Drop off the carriage with the bandits on it.

If you noticed, it was night.

"It's just a decision to work."

I flatter my shoulders.

"That's good. You heard where the ruins were, didn't you?

"Sort of. I'm just gonna go."

"Yes..."

"Goodbye to all of you. The next time we meet, it's the test venue."

"Wait!

When I tried to turn my heel back, Cecil pulled my sleeve.

He has a slightly sinking face, pointing at the ground.

After moving his muscles and lips, he never lifted his face.

"You know what? Can we follow you, too?

"Huh?"

"I felt bad about this one. I haven't."

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"In a country town dojo, he was a little strong, so he became a tengu. There's a real battle…, a malicious human being, who says it's so horrible. And..."

I found out about the fear of losing a friend...

"Cecil..."

Sarasa squeezed the stick in her hand.

"So...... I want to be strong. Now I want strength to keep my chest up and protect my friends. So...... So, please! Strengthen us!

"I beg you too, Russell. I want to be strong, too. Next time I want Cecil....... I want to be strong enough to help my # 1 best friend! Please. I'll do anything."

Cecil and Sarasa bowed their heads to me with all their might.

To be clear, I don't know about friendship or affection.

Strong enough to help a friend.

If they say that, they won't come with a pin.

My chest never got hot.

But......

There is only one thing I can clearly understand.

I want to be strong......!

I can only understand that one point.

"Okay. Fine..."

"Huh? Really? Really!?

"I'm not joking."

"Yay! I did it, Sarasa!

"Good for you, Cecil."

The two are happy to jump up.

He was so happy.

Ah. It's something that has taken on strange things.

I don't mean to withdraw, but I don't have enough time to take care of other people.

Well......

This may also become necessary to become stronger.

I told you to look at people and shake them back.

"Oh, yeah. Sarasa."

"Yes?"

"I don't really turn to guys, 'cause I'll do anything' or anything."

Sarasa, for a moment, dyes her cheeks, after Kyoton, keeping her mouth down.

"Hehe...... If you're Russell, maybe you don't mind..."

Oh, hey! What does that mean!!

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"I feel multiple malice. Probably a goblin."

Point to the entrance to the ruins.

A pompous, empty darkness.

It looks like nothing at first sight.

But Sarasa, who half-awakened [Futuristic], seems to know it's goblin.

"What makes you think it's a goblin?

"Eh...... Since I was a little girl, I've encountered it several times. From the feel...... Sorry, ambiguous."

"No, I don't mind. Excellent."

My [detection] but I got the same result.

The person is humble, but I think he has a good feeling.

If you can control the awakening of [Futuristic] and a slightly inward personality, you could be a good adventurer.

But it's goblins......

Too bad it turned out from me.

In terms of goblins, where a hundred bodies are gathered, less than a hundredth of the next skill you are considering acquiring.

The ruins are also fairly small.

Something like my ancestor's residence, I guess.

There seems to be a lot of little rooms on the floor.

I don't really want much treasure with this.

but......

For Cecil and Sarasa, it's a great place to train.

I looked back at the two of them.

"To you now, what you need is real experience and simply a point"

"You mean Skill Points?

"Exactly, Cecil. The number of magic acquisitions is directly linked to strength as it is. I'm a good example, right?

"That's what I call it..."

"Cecil. Can't you make some tea? Russell is our teacher."

"Yes, Seisei -. I'm sorry."

Cecil finally chucked her mouth.

I cough up "hon." and keep explaining.

"If what you need is clear, training is easy. I'll knock down the Goblins of the ruins here, knock them down, knock them down! This is my training."

"Nah! Hey! I mean, it's not cluttered! More like this...... How to grip a sword..."

"What do we do now when we get in the mold? You want me to open a dojo?"

"Well, that's not what I meant."

"Cecil! Russell is right. I think what we need is a real fight. Anyway, let's do what I say."

"Right. But it's a goblin... You don't really feel comfortable riding."

"Speaking of goblins, we'll be lightly over fifty in this ruin. An individual is far weaker than you are, but if you're a group, it's not a story. It's over there, too."

Goblins are weak minutes, wisdom turns.

And there is no forgiveness.

In enclosed spaces like caves and ruins, it's more troublesome than bandits.

In the meantime, what the two of us need now would be a live survey.

Goblins are just the right match for that.

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"Your legs are stopping, Cecil!

Skip the instructions to Cecil, who is likely to be surrounded by a few goblins.

Hearing that, the Dwarf daughter ran out and broke through the semi-six.

"Your sword is light. If I stop my leg, I can twist it down at once. You can run. Be sure to tailor your opponent while always searching for a safe space!

"That's not even true. He said he'd fight while he was moving around..."

"Are you crying already?

"You ghost, no! Devil!!"

Rip the goblins you attacked with your sword.

They replenished the impending loss of energy with anger.

Three goblins were slaughtered at once.

I guess there is also the nature of the Dwarves.

The underlying abilities are quite high.

It is also possible in the future to fight a way that stops the legs and eliminates the enemies that have come.

But he's still too light.

Even if you pretend to be about one goblin, it is difficult to escape if it is more than one.

So now we need a way to fight to move.

Fortunately, the ruins are huge.

Goblins are hissing, but there are as many places to move around.

Cecil complained, but kept my word faithfully.

Scratch the bead-like sweat and the collar of your jacket is soaking wet.

But the goblin you're holding is almost there.

"Yes, yes, yes, no!!

A temperamental voice makes her ears wave.

Looking back, Sarasa was cracking the brain weather of one goblin.

The blood of the Warcraft falls on its white skin.

The girl kept waving her stick diligently as she was stained with the blood of the Warcraft.

Surprisingly, it was Sarasa.

Overwhelmingly inferior to Cecil in basic abilities.

But Sarasa's better at swallowing.

With only one piece of advice I gave, the [Scholar (Professor)] girl was awake.

"That's good, Sarasa! Your half-way [futuristic view] is already weaponized enough. As long as you know the next direction you're going to strike, you just have to attract it and slap it."

"Yes!"

That's when, unlike Cecil, Goblin sneaks behind Sarasa, who was stopping and fighting.

No voice, no footsteps, he approached her concentrating forward.

The moment we reach the kill zone, we are attacked by Sarasa.

Hilarious blonde dances.

The eyes behind the round glasses captured the goblins as if they had been expected.

"Yeah, yeah, no!!

The stick swings down.

Cracked Goblin's skull again.

Keep goblins, they're doomed.

He joined the corpses of a dozen of his companions who rolled onto the floor.

I take a breath for a moment.

Standing on the corpse of a warcraft, Sarasa was no longer like a warring adventurer.

No girl is just frightened by bandits.

More than my advice, I guess there was an incentive to change something.

Nevertheless......

"Eh!!

Sarasa waves the stick again.

But all the sticks did was scratch the sky.

"Oh, that?

They're still not accurate.

Surrounded by goblins.

"Shh, Cecil. Ahem."

"Wait a minute, Sarasa! I'll help you now."

Yeah......

A war adventurer might have been an overstatement.

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Finally, Goblin's crusade is over.

The two are exhausted.

Sit down with petari.

I exhaled roughly.

"So, it's okay...? Cecil."

"Sarasa is the one...... Oh, I'm tired!

Cecil fell asleep in big letters.

I was out there scouting the back of the ruins. I'll be back.

I sighed when I saw the girl who wasn't even there.

"What, are you screwed already?

"Of course, right? There were 50 of them lightly."

You're a goblin.

"For you!

"Fair enough, both of us. But now the goblins won't bother anyone walking down the street."

Sarasa's full face had a pleasant sweat.

On the contrary, I'm the one who clouded my expression.

"Are you going to be done already, both of you?"

"Huh? There's no more goblins, is there? I can't believe I'm doing any more than exploring the ruins..."

"I just turned around lightly, but there was no treasure."

"Then...... What? You still gonna do something?

Cecil jumped up and stood up.

Tilt your little neck and point your Kyotong eyes at me.

"You guys want to be strong, don't you? I explained what I needed to do for that was a skill point. The only way to do this is to defeat many warcraft"

"So that goblin is no longer..."

Then I pull the rope I grabbed in my hand.

One goblin was tied up ahead.

Now I fall asleep by [sleep].

"You still had a survivor, didn't you?

"What are you going to do with him? Knock it down, make it a skill point?

"No, this is what we do."

I grabbed the sleeping goblin's head.

Start the magic of the Blacksmith.

[Copy]

Full of magic.

I dyed the cave golden.