Manuke FPS

Britra, a mining town visited on the road to the marine city of Amar. The mine's pit occupation by oak was informed as Amar's condition was being checked at the city's general guild outpost.

The general guild official, Mr. Thor, checked the location of Pit 8, which was occupied, and asked Dwarf, who delivered the report, to lead the way, and me and Mr. Charles would be the first two to get to it.

"Mr. Shall, are you waiting for a follow-up?

"I won't wait, they're six oaks. There's no way to avoid my magic bow in the pit."

"Okay. Let's cover it."

"You're a dagger, Oak's body is big and hard. A weapon with a short blade crossing will not allow for spikes or amputations, aim for the knee. The individual who stopped the movement will be taken care of!

"Okay."

"Oak weapons have a lot of sticks, so avoid them."

In front of the hole in Pit VIII, there was a large gathering of dwarves. He had a large tool in his hand, such as a groove, to enclose the hole and surround it.

"We've got adventurers!

I can hear the Dwarves who were leading me joining that enclosure and whispering, "It's just the two of us," "Isn't she a little girl?"

"Charles, C-rank adventurer, what's going on with the status quo and what's going on inside?

"All six pigs suddenly showed up and came into the hole. I don't have any injuries at the moment, but if they make this place their nest, get rid of it!

"Leave it to me! Let's go, Schwartz."

The pit hole was wider than I thought. Magic lights are installed at regular intervals, comparable in size to the labyrinth underground.

I'll take the lead and Mr. Charles will be in the rear guard. An Attribute Bow, a demonic bow similar to a large Japanese bow, is already held in both hands.

Pull out the CZ75 SP-01 Sword (Bayonet) gear from the original VMB leg holster I wear on my thighs too.

"That's an unusual dagger, and I can't believe it's duplicitous."

"My dagger is also a magic weapon (Magic Weapon), so you might be surprised how loud it sounds a bit"

"Hmm - D-rank is the magic weapon."

That voice I hear behind me was a squeaky little thing, but the sound collecting sensors were picking up that squeak firmly.

Continue to the back of the pit with the gaze I feel on my back, trying to figure out exactly what my powers are, or is there something I doubt about?

The mapping of this eighth pit continues on to the map that floats in view. Pit No. 8 continues down to the basement drawing a curve. Horizontal holes for mining were dug everywhere and tools for mining were left unattended.

"That's pretty deep."

"Yeah, but apparently we're approaching the nest."

In my response, I can see the light emitting from the rear. The map has a light point floating at the end of the pit. Sound collecting sensors also hear slow moving, heavy footsteps. Footsteps that aren't obvious people, would definitely be subracial.

"I'm coming."

"Anytime."

The light point is one, first set up here for preemption.

Run out the pit toward the light point. I saw a giant body like a large barrel at the end of a curvy pit. The upper body is naked, but the color of the skin, which can be more of a chunk of fat than its muscular qualities, is pink, wears only short legged, dirty pants, and has a red eyed pig's face on the head as it is.

What you hold in your right hand is a large tool for mining. As long as you pick it up in this pit, it looks a little smaller than a giant body. The orcs are running, too. I think you noticed me, if this distance is from the front, you should have stopped your leg once and started the attack from the shooting.

But take the CZ75 with the bayonet on. That's boring. Even in the sense of using this firearm, first you are aware of the CQC (Melee Fight) and from there you go into battle.

Step inside with a right-hand bayonet and stab the left-hand bayonet into the right armpit of the oak, pulling the trigger at the same time.

A dull shooting sound in the pit was immediately scratched out by the cries of oak pain. Listening to the sound of falling into pain, pull the bayonet out of the oak's armpit and circle into the rear of the oak as it rotates, slashing the back of both knees at the same time. He stabbed eight more spikes in the back with both hands where the oak was unable to support the fat mass.

"Get away from me!

I just thought of stopping by an oak that collapsed from my knee without being able to support my giant body, and I heard Mr. Shall's instructions.

Moving sideways from behind the oak, the moment it came off the ray, the oak's head was wrapped in light and blown away.

"You're a bad rank fraud, too."

As I dropped off the blown oak torso on my head falling on my back and turned my eyes ahead of the arrow of light being released, Mr. Shall's hand was already ready for a second shot. I'm the one who's after it.

"The oak has fallen."

"I know, Schwartz. I remember what I didn't ask you."

"What is it?

"What are you doing with Amar?

"And does that have anything to do with why the arrows are pointed at you?

"Yes, if you are the kind of assassin who will harm Amar, I will call you in my own name, and I will strike you here! Answer me, Schwartz! Are you the assassin of the branch? Or are you an assassin from a pirate or a dark guild?

In response to an inquiry from Mr. Shall, I honestly worried about whether I should say it was Ashley's help. Even if I say so, I can't prove it. Whatever else I said, this occasion was unlikely to fit without presenting any physical evidence that could prove anything.

Without taking his gaze off with Mr. Shall, he returned the CZ75 on his left hand to the leg holster and retrieved a single letter that he had left in his field jacket with his empty left hand in his inner pocket.

"My destination is the Marida Chamber of Commerce, Merchant Shipyard in the marine city of Amar. This letter was deposited by the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, Malta, addressed to the Director of the Merchant Shipyard. We're on our way to Amar to deliver this."

"Show me the back of that letter. There must be a magic mark."

Magic stamp? When they say it and review the letter, something like a magic formation that is closing the letter like a wax emits a dull light. Is this what you mean?

When she shows Mr. Shall the other side of the letter, she stares at a small magic formation that seems to be a magic mark by trying to narrow her eyes.

"The magic seal of the Marida Chamber of Commerce, indeed... sorry, you seemed to be my early"

With that said, the glow of light disappears from Mr. Shall's string of pulling demonic bows.

As the strings of the demonic bow loosened, Mr. Shall's attentive atmosphere seemed to shrivel. This girl, apparently, is not just a C-rank adventurer.

From the time we met in the city at the foot, I thought she was a girl who had been very attentive, but now that that stretched thread seemed loose, she only looked like an age-appropriate girl.

"Schwartz, I'm so sorry"

"No, you're definitely doing rank fraud, so you don't mind. Let's go further than that, there should be five left. Let's get this cleaned up and have venison cooked in the city cafeteria."

"Right - right, let's go!"

You're gonna chase me ahead. What's gonna happen to the orc that blew your head off while you chase Mr. Shall's back? I followed Mr. Shall, wondering inadvertently about that.