The Summoner is Going

It was just 6am when I logged in.

Gear up. Let's go get breakfast first.

Remaining months, Helix and Obsidian summon to the village of Leguias.

We also see passive demons along the way, but travel is a priority today.

Through.

Arrive in the village of Leggias.

It looks the same as it was yesterday.

And both Mio's stall and Mr. Fina's dew shop were starting to open in the same position.

Thank you.

Several players had already lined up for buy-in, so line up at the rear of it.

Today's menu was the same horse meat dish as yesterday's.

[Food Item] Flavoured Horsemeat Sandwich + +35% Fullness Quality C + Rarity 3 Weight 0 +

Effect of slight increase in vitality ~ 1 hour

A dish where sliced horse meat is marinated in fish soy, vinegar and herbs and pinched in bread.

Very stomachy.

Oh, come on, you're adding some weird effects.

Slightly increased vitality?

If you're going hunting, I'd like to wrap it up and take it.

I don't imitate it like pouring in with vegetable and egg soup, I taste it and eat it.

Hmm.

It tastes good, but I want more fat flavor.

Please understand.

After all, to eat horse meat is limited to horse spurs.

"Good morning. How's your cooking today?

"Oh, good morning. Pretty good."

Yuka greeted me with a smile.

Did something good happen?

"It's horse meat from a rampage horse, that"

"Ho."

So how did it work?

Then I'm convinced.

Rayna, who was dealing with customers there, broke in.

"What are the results of the tournament qualifications?

"Well, I guess I managed to pick up a victory."

"Oh, good for you!

From there it became a chat.

Yuka is primarily a listener, in the form Raina makes me question her.

Don't you have to help the immovable that is the store number of the outdoor store?

Reinforcements came there.

He's the usual member, starting with Mr. Fina.

"Good Morning"

"" "" Good morning ""

"Morning. Oh, Keith, how was the tournament qualifying?

I started talking again from the beginning.

Well, there's no choice.

"It's World War II, isn't it? Don't let anyone get in the way."

"Uh."

Soon Yuka and Mio were changing positions.

I didn't realize.

"Oh, yeah. I wanted to ask Mr. Raina something."

"Ah? What?"

It's an arrow.

I was given a moment to teach him how to make arrows.

The bars of the arrows appear to have a single piece of wood and a jointed piece with stiff wood on the tip side.

However, since the latter is expensive, it is said that it has not appeared.

At the tip is a structure with a thin groove for inserting cuts incorporating arrowbutt material and securing arrowfeathers.

I had it made right in front of me.

Looks like they use yarn and glue to secure it.

When assembling the tips, grooves were dug on the material side to secure them.

The feathers are divided in half and combined in such a way that rotation when flying does not interfere.

The task itself is an easy one.

"Yarn and glue are not distributed in the village of Leggias, so buy them in the town of Lemt!

"Yes."

I plan to go to the town of Lemt anyway.

Shall I buy it in before the game?

"Maybe woodworking, you're taking it, right?

"Yes, I needed it to accomplish my request."

"Even the glassmaker asked you to do it, didn't he?

"Yeah well. No. How did you know that?

"You can't escape the network of production jobs!

Oh, well.

I guess it's a fay.

Well, it's not like it's going to make a scene, okay?

Whoa, why don't you...

Turns out you're interrupting Rayna's breakfast.

"I'm sorry you told me. Plus, I got in the way of my meal."

"It's okay! And today's the tournament, right? Good luck!

"Yes."

Line up yesterday's prey on your desk.

The usual needles of evil ants, armor, ginkay eggs, striped skin, etc.

Bat fangs and obsidian were left for the creation of arrows.

Leave the wings of the silver chicken and the wings of the meadow eagle for the same reason.

The amount calculated and presented by Finna after breakfast would be acceptable.

The quantity is also small.

"Thank you. It's been a long time since you had the horse meat of a runaway horse."

"To?"

"It's the last thing you've had. I started selling it yesterday at noon, but it got a little noisy in the evening."

"Were you?"

"Supportive effects are valuable with meals. It's a lot to be overlaid with the effects of a spell."

"Right."

Speaking of which.

Did Mr. Fina and the others clear the forest labyrinth?

"How's the back of the woods?

"No, you can't. You really can't complete the streak. Well, it's a good hunting ground to level up, and I don't mind."

"Really?"

"Well, we're in production, and we're gonna go slow."

It was already past 7: 30 AM if we had had any other chatter.

I don't know.

There are games, but I'd like to see the other players fight.

Shall we resign and hurry to the city of Lemt?

Many players headed to Remt when they entered the meadow area, but there were also many wild dog hunts.

Many players also seem to advance the offense at the time of the martial arts tournament.

You mean that's all there are players thinking about something similar?

No demons attacking us because of you.

Stephawk didn't attack either.

Yeah.

I miss something about this.

Eventually we arrived in the town of Lemt without a fight.

Time is after 8: 30 a.m.

Surprisingly, the game seems to have already begun, and I feel the illusion that cheer rocks the ground.

Looks exciting.

I also leave the rest of the moon at the horse rack and head to the athlete's entrance.

I went into the modem after receiving the [identification] of the staff member.

I decided to watch the game today by arranging the wall right next to the modem.

Several officials threw a weird glance at him, but he must have been known to be a prospective contestant.

He was through to me.

Hmm.

Shall I enjoy watching the game?

There are many matches between players who continue to have similar style of combat yesterday.

Among them, the flesh-bomb battles between Dwarves had shown tremendous exuberance.

Exactly fleshshell battle.

No, we were beating each other with a one-handed axe and a shield.

Yeah, it's a beating, that.

The shields had crushed each other and the axe had spilled a blade and turned into the only blunt weapon.

The last one was really beating each other up with his bare hands.

The victory or loss was judged by the expiration of 10 minutes.

No, the audience cheered awesome, too.

I don't know what to say, but I'm guessing you're selling alcohol in the backup seat, right?

The bard woman I also saw yesterday seemed to have fought well but had been defeated.

The target is an elf woman.

At first I tried to take advantage of the war situation with songs and performances, but apparently I got resisted.

He ate a decent wind cutter of attack spells and was later pushed off with his disadvantage.

Even strong characters are not always an advantage.

It looked like such a game.

The other games look good on each of them.

Even when watching the game, it feels like players are all big and small and look like battle freaks.

I want to think it's my fault.

It was 10: 30 a.m., the scheduled time for the start of the game.

I put my hand on the example crystal and got my HPMP to go full speed and I stood on the game field.

I have an opponent in the diagonal of my horn.

Judging from his gear, he's a magician again.

And he's handsome.

You're not an elf, but you're busy!

The opponent of the first war was a user of fire magic, but what about this man?

Try to [identify] the match opponent.

???? Lv.7

Sorcerer on standby

Same as the first war.

But the contents are clearly different.

Wait for the judgment standing in the center to signal the start.

Shall I finish what I have to do before then?

each other.

Rituals.

"Begin!"

"Meditate!" "Brace!

"Meditate!" "Brace!

Use cane martial arts against each other.

And we went into each other's spell chanting.

The only difference is that I'm going into a straight line.

My spell was completed just past the center of the game.

"Mental Enchant Light!"

There are no attack spells that I expected.

Hey, what's up?

"Water Shield!

The spell blocked the water wall in front of me.

No, the shield of water that appears in this spell should be oval.

I was watching yesterday.

Naturally, there's no way I can avoid it. I'm going into it.

I would have taken even more damage if I stopped halfway through my legs, but by breaking through, the damage should be minimal.

Still, it doesn't make a difference that you're taking damage.

Ahhh.

Do it for me.

Aim at the throat with the rod and release the poke.

be avoided without difficulty.

No, it's just an attack to show, so you can be dodged.

The lateral head was restrained with rods as it was.

Instead of stopping to move reluctantly, he let go of the kick.

Direct hit to the belly.

It's a lot of damage because of the feeling.

I could see my head in front of me.

And defenseless.

Let go of the rod and turn your right arm around your neck.

My left hand slipped in from my opponent's right side and held his right elbow in.

Use your right arm and right wrist to compress the trachea.

Standing front chalk posture.

Simply lift it up gently so the weight of the opponent itself will crush your throat, so it's easy.

No, is it sweeter the way it takes?

For a moment, loosen your squeeze and keep your right knee in your stomach.

"Gugger!"

I heard something like a ghost guard voice, but I don't care.

Correct the position of the squeezing arm further, and now squeeze the carotid artery and weigh it again.

Jirijiri and his opponent's HP bar will surely shred away.

There is no way to gib it up.

Shall I push another one?

I'll put my own weight on it and drop it off my brain.

The body rotates backwards as it is and moves to sleep.

Of course, the front chalk remains in position.

Pass your lower body into a position where your neck breaks at a deeper angle.

How about this?

But I didn't have the reaction I wanted.

Is that it?

I fainted at some point.

Game over! Please stop the fight!

"[Spiritual Enhancement] has been leveled in the current battle victory!

Oh.

Does winning a match level your skill?

Speaking of which, I was reading the tournament outline diagonally. Some of them seem to have said that.

"We're in the third round of qualifying! WWIII will be tomorrow morning at 9: 40 a.m., on side B of the old squad."

At last, the plans for tomorrow were also coming with info.

Leaving the playing field with thanks.

I got my HPMP back in the spare room with the crystal full speed.

It was good to watch the Water Shield spell beforehand.

If I didn't know, I might have been in a mess.

No, I saw it, but when I actually ate it, there was a difference from the image.

I took more damage than I thought.

Plus, I feel heavy after eating the water shield for a while.

Don't be alarmed.

They may shrug their legs out of sight.

Well, what do we do after this?

Of course, let's watch the game.

The new squad is still full today, so why don't we take a peek at the old squad?

But that's it.

Is there anything I can do to see grey markers sometimes?

Listening to the exchange between the staff and the guards, apparently there are pickpockets.

Apparently, it's a [nursing] skill I use, but it also works where I work to steal it.

Regardless, I guess the guy who works stealing with advanced moves can't spot me by the extent of my breakthrough.

That's an extended chase.

The old practice field seems to be just a little more crowded than yesterday.

There's nothing wrong with watching the game.

Looking matches continued inside today.

Every game has something to see.

I also forgot my lunch time and enjoyed the game.

He continued watching the game again when he finished his late lunch early in the stall.

No, it was funny that the guys who came out of the afternoon game had a mix of unique combat style players.

For example.

Probably fishermen.

It's the first time I've seen Fisherman in person.

The equipment was of a kind unique.

Protective equipment is an obvious light outfit. No, it's the same as everyday clothes.

One bottle in the hand.

But I noticed something on my back from my shoulder.

Netting.

At once, the match packs a distance from the opponent, deprives him of his freedom of movement by throwing a net and pokes him with a hammer.

That's just it.

He seemed to eat the attack spell decently, but he didn't even freak out.

Well, that's kind of a masculine grand fight.

Why don't you deal with that one?

How would I fight?

Pretty troubling, but why is it fun to just imagine?

For example.

Dwarf warrior.

However, it is duplicitous with a single hand axe.

No, it's good to call the axe you have for one hand, or it's heavyweight like a big question mark.

The dwarf seemed to swing by an axe, but he had won the game.

It's a forceful way of fighting to just push and do something.

Rigorously cut off the soft.

Suitable to call it that.

No, they were also power fighter-based dwarves, so should I say, turn down rigid and rigid?

Some of them were unscrupulous.

How am I supposed to fight someone like that?

I just have to laugh now.

He continued his lookout until the end of qualifying day two.

No, you're not.

I should say I enjoyed the game purely.

The time was around 5pm.

A little early, but I finished eating properly in the stall and left the town of Lemt.

I want to move my body asexually.

We need to calm down somehow.

I still have to dissipate in the hunt.

I used Cole Monster just past the woods.

Raging horses don't hook up.

Is it still the same pattern as the horn 'd' rabbit?

I don't know what to say instead, but I fought as if guiding a detached horse to exude all sorts of things.

Hmm.

You can make it while riding a rod, so you can attack.

Sounds good.

But such a good time will soon pass.

The sun is already going down.

I don't have a choice.

Summon Wolfe and the Ghost by returning the rest of the month and Helix.

Keep going into the woods.

Let's go as usual.

Same as usual.

It just seemed oddly bloody today.

I've been hunting a lot of bad.

I'm sorry, Mr. IbirAnt.

I was just twisting my neck off. How cruel.

I'm sorry about the rampage, Mr. Ginkay.

Breaking my neck and killing me. Seriously, bastard.

Besides, he's robbing the eggs.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bloody Wood.

You've been dealing with archaeologists for a long time, but you think you'll throw them around and break them?

It is truly an act of revenge for gratitude.

Mr. Parallel Raccoon.

Because you don't have to run away.

Look, I'll be nice to you, so don't run away.

Wolf and Obsidian chased him and hunted him, though.

Hmm.

I don't reflect.

If I had had had time for frenzy, it would have been approaching 10pm.

Did you get too enthusiastic?

Thanks to this, I ended up without picking up any wounded plug grass or obsidian.

I have a game tomorrow, so why don't we cut it up?

It was 10: 30 pm when I arrived at my master's house.

Looks like we stepped too far into the back of the woods.

But I didn't have to lose my way back to my master's house.

It was good to use the Thundermagic spell, the Magnetic Compass, and just go back south.

The orientation appears to appear in the virtual window for about 30 minutes.

A little helpful spell, but you don't have to waste your time.

It would be quite useful in exploratory rows.

Wolves, let the Summoning Monsters return and sit on the bed upstairs.

Yeah.

It's fun to watch the game, but it's hard to make blood noise.

Just a little reflection.

I took my gear off, dived into bed and logged out.