Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

7 Oct 7445

"Gri...... Al. Well, you were at the Barducky stall at noon, heh, Your Majesty, weren't you?

Soon when I started having dinner with the (Sooner) people, it felt like Lorrick, sitting across the slope, was afraid.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah."

I answered softly. Oh, I guess I got a nasty attitude even though it had nothing to do with Rolic......

Damn, that old man made me deliver sausage to Dollar Leon... why am I not holding the sausage and running to Dollar Leon...

"Everyone was watching! Wouldn't it be amazing if His Majesty could eat a baldukki!

I said it out loud like Lorrick was a little excited. Why now?

"Look, I knew it, didn't I?

"Are you serious... I was going to give you something when you were big..."

Listen to that. The two of us, Sanno and Lutz, are talking right there in the corner.

"Pfft, the leader of your husband's party is connected to the royal family, no, His Majesty the King, too. Isn't this awesome!?

"Ooh, boulders are your husband. You only have the eldest son of the Count Falergers!

Dender and Karim, the battle slaves of Lorrick, seem to be nosy with each other. But what you're saying, isn't it weird? Lorrick has nothing to do with it......

"Is that His Majesty Thomas Lomberto III..."

"Ha, I don't know about you anymore..."

My two battle slaves, Garhash and Manzocki, felt flashy.

I don't care.

The problem is Ginger. I've been drinking shochu just now. Hiss is voicing something about her neighbor in an effort to contain it, but Ginger left the cup empty from next to next, as he was possessed by something.

The trial was over before lunch today, but the sentence was served after lunch, elsewhere in the square while we were doing another trial. Barducky's stall was first class just beside it, so I sold it to fly, but I left the store number to Kathy, John and Terry, and put four new combat slaves to help, and the killers (Slaters) watched the execution of sentences for a total of twenty-five, including me.

Mr. and Mrs. Lindbell and Semunel were bitten by monkeys, flogged and beheaded more than twenty times by the inflexible Knights. Meyria was the only one who lost his neck in one shot, and Corritt, Semunel and Axe were shaken off twice. Their necks are still exposed to the square in front of the administration.

When Hulk was hanged, he was staring at Ginger, but Ginger was looking away. Hulk only had a sad look on his face for a moment, but I'm impressed he finally laughed when he saw Mr. and Mrs. Lindbell's neck right away.

At that time I stood right next to Ginger because I suspected she would do something. The word "silly (gesh)" was uttered as she shrugged away from the hulk and dropped her eyes on the ground beside her.

Perhaps Ginger's feelings were still on the Hulk as well. Do you regret not being able to see your face properly at the end of the day, or do you regret that you were dating someone who betrayed everyone in the back and would be hanged as a result? I don't know that much. But I'm pretty sure some sort of regret is shadowing her greatly.

I don't care if I do something to her. She won't need that either, and you should put your mind in order yourself. I think it's best to leave it alone now. In the first place, I was the one who trapped the upper layers of old daylight (Sun Ray), starting with the Hulk. If you look at the surface of the situation, it's like the Hulk who blew himself up with the three of them on the road, but it can also be directly caused by the fact that I used "Succession".

That said, the four of them were never executed dressed in wet clothes, or just officially brought to justice, considering what they had been doing and that the subject included Binnod Gekdo (Vince), a member of the nobility. I know you've figured it out as a ginger, but it's not that easy to sort out your mind.

As far as I'm concerned, that's fine if it doesn't affect tomorrow's joint training. If it looks like a hangover, I'll just hang it up with "poison neutralizing (neutralizing poison)".

"Master, may I ask you something? What is it with His Majesty the King...?

Garhash has been throwing questions with his body that he fears. He swallowed the object he was chewing and was pinched from the side as he opened his mouth to answer it.

"Hey, Meck. That's not what you ask when you're a slave. That said, this guy didn't bother me either. I'll ask that question. So, Mr. Al, what's the truth? You were royal?

Lutz said. Then everyone will be interested. I've been known to wholesale the armor to the First Knights for a long time, but it's impossible for the King to have sausage on it alone. I guess Lutz is often a thoughtful and gentle guy. Because the life I've lived has been longer in my previous life, or unless it's even a question I've gone into for a long time, I'll answer it if I don't really care if it's a combat slave or not.

Generally speaking, however, it is not considered a good thing for the slaves they own to pry about their masters. Because slaves are slaves. Without basic human rights, we are not paying taxes. Everything from a single hair to a drop of blood is the owner's "thing". I guess Rutz's aim was to shelter Garhash, a newcomer combat slave, under the guise of a breeze that would dissolve his doubts.

"No, there's no such thing as royalty. Blood's not connected, it's someone else in red. It's just the extent to which they deliver directly to the royal family in relation to business. You must have remembered me, Your Majesty, because I've seen you face to face several times in the process."

Lorrick is buying condoms from me, and I was wondering if he knew everything about the connection because my sister said it was that Lady Marinen, but even if he did, he didn't imitate that kind of thing to someone. Everyone but Lorrick nodded humphew. It's been a long time since I've eaten while I've been doing that.

"Hiss. I'm sorry, but I need you to take care of Mr. Ginger tonight. Don't be late for tomorrow's training, if you pull me in, that's fine."

When I said that, I put two silver coins in Hiss's hand. After a while, the rest of us, including me, finished eating three meals and scattered later. Since entering the store in the evening, Ginger has drank a lot of baked shochu with his expression completely erased, urging his replacement to slap the empty cup on the table. Probably hasn't eaten much.

The next morning I hung "poisoning (neutralizing poison)" on Ginger, who became like a zombie and was drawn to me by a hiss, and it seemed refreshing to hang about a cup more and more from my head after giving him a drink of water.

"I'm fine. I'm fine now..."

Slowly but with a bitter laugh at Ginger saying so, we all started training.

8 Oct 7445

The labyrinth row from today I decided to see the slaughterer (Butchers). Again, my overall strength as a party won't compare to (Sooner) any time soon. There's nothing wrong with just moving Ginger over here (rather, it would greatly improve the fighting power of the Massacre (Butchers) if he replaced Kim or Gel in overlapping positions), but then I'm more worried (Sooner) about the boulder soon, so I just can't think of that far.

But all the boulders (with the exception of my combat slaves Henry O'Connell (Henry) and Rubano Fiernote (Ruby)) are top teams, and there's nowhere near as dangerous a battle at the top. I don't know if I'm going to lose focus. Do you want to get to the area today?

I was thinking about this while watching the first fight. I went on for a while and told him to smile at the members who would see my face which way I would go at the crossroads ahead of the two rooms.

"Then it's time for me to show some seriousness. First of all, it's me."

In front of everyone who looked suspicious, he used the magic of "Audible Glamour" towards three directions other than the path he had just come, making a grand noise. To the member who instantly turns surprise, anger, awe and vigilance into a twisted look: "It's okay, I'll cure you if you don't die instantly. Before this, the level of elemental magic had risen." Fully healed (cure-all) "is now available," he said slightly.

And he said, "Everybody down to about thirty meters behind me. I'll show you an example," he said, pulling his favorite long sword (long sword) out of his hips at the same time. Hang the "light" magic on the appropriate stone on the ground for easy viewing. I'm gonna say something. Locust Caynestan (Rocco), Kevin Firestarter (Kevin), and Gerto Ramirez (Gel) were suppressed by Carmine Michaus (Carm) and Binnod Gekdo (Vince), who left me in the middle of the crossroads and everyone went down.

Oh, I know it's not going to set an example. I haven't been in the labyrinth lately because I've been busy with something. Whatever your arm is, your senses are dull. There is no other major reason.

"Oh, Meath. When the lights go out, hang a" light "on Arrowfeather and shoot me in the right body, too. And I think it's okay first because I just came through, but the rear alert is perfectly clear."

Ordering Meeffest Ransoon to do so, he jumped gently before giving in, wielding his right-hand sword for a prep movement. In the left and right hand, there were ten handed swords, and I also confirmed that it was okay as a simple shield.

In a few minutes there were about five hobgoblins from the front, not many knolls from the left, and a few delays and about twenty goblins from the right hit me.

Come on, I'm ready for some injuries. I have to put my back down to deal with this number. Ten meters above this crossroads is more or less the battlefield.

Just one first shot, and I hit a "flame arrow missile" in the face of the hobgoblin that showed up from the front. The rest I'm going to do without magic. This way Hobgoblin will be vigilant and hard to come by.

And then maybe if we could just clean up a bunch of knolls a little bit by the time difference, we'd be fine. That's the biggest problem there is. That's a fight against time.

From the cave to the left, Knoll advances with a spear.

He ran like an arc wide, and slapped three spears protruding in a temper when he slapped the protruding spears.

Soon a spear will stick out of another knoll as well.

I also grab it with my left hand and slap it with my right sword at the same time.

I immediately kneel down and roll, and as I approach yet another, decadent knoll, I slay him with my sword, kicking him and pulling out my sword.

He slits yet another guy's throat as he rotates, and snatches away his spear with his left hand.

It doesn't have a metal tip anyway, so it's just a stick of pointy wood up ahead.

There's no big difference between using either side of the tip, and the offensive power would be known in the first place.

He swung and ran with yet another knoll in tow, raising three knolls in a row to a blood festival.

That's half the knoll.

An arrow protruding light from the arrow feathers stood on the fallen knoll.

I'll clean you up while this arrow shines.

A group of goblins attacked me there as I said bubbly.

But Goblin is attacking both me and Knoll.

The boulder is goblin.

Seems to deal with anything that moves.

No, I was expecting you.

If Goblin had arrived first, Norr would have hit Goblin too.

Knoll's spear in his left hand stuck his sword in a nearby goblin as it was and pulled it right out.

It's already a mix-up.

Now even if Hobgoblin comes, he can't act in a controlled manner.

If you were turning around and sticking your sword in it like you danced, there you go.

There aren't even ten more hobgoblins to match that came from beating me up at some point.

I haven't eaten a decent attack in the meantime.

He swung a spear and beat me with a pattern, though.

Maybe he's made about a mole on the outside of his left leg and back and on his right arm, but it's no big deal.

Hey, hobgob there, show me your back and don't run away.

I pulled a thousand copies out of my right hand and threw them with my left hand.

A thousand hits planted in Mun is a compliment to Mizuchi.

Brilliantly pierced around the medulla oblongata, Hobgoblin relaxed and fell without a voice.

As if I had signaled that, Knoll and Goblin, still standing, retreated with a cloudy scream of fear. I knocked one down from behind in a thousand copies, but the rest was troublesome, so I missed him.

The "light" lights that hung on the arrow feathers went off all the time. He seemed to have fought well for more than five minutes. My breath is getting rough on the boulder. Though I'm still going to be able to fight for many times this time. I let out the water and washed my sword, and when I wiped my body off by hand, I dropped it in my sheath.

The pain was completely healed at the same time by hanging a total of six times to fully restore HP, with "cure all" on the thighs and back twice that felt a little painful. Healing magic doesn't matter if you touch it or not as long as you hang it on yourself, the light doesn't leak because you're wearing it under your armor, and it's convenient to be able to treat a beaten mole so no one knows, right?

I looked back and called everyone in.

"Pick O'Connell, Firenote, Demon Stone"

Ordering the two slaves, who had the look of surprise at my combat power, to collect demon stones, I continue while collecting a thousand copies.

"Mr. Michaus, I'll take care of the rest of the battle. Don't hesitate to use my slaves."

I stuck a thousand copies in my right hand and spread the map again. There's got to be a crossroads up ahead on the left too... yeah, you got it right. Let's do it here next. No, should I go this way? But it's a little far away...

The collection of demon stones ended up being handed down by everyone but me. I guess it takes too long for a boulder to be the two of us, but I guess I just don't really care because Daylight (Sun Ray) didn't have any combat slaves to collect demon stones without being told anything. It won't take 20 minutes for the nine of us to split up. Me? You're not gonna do it. There are plenty of people.

It's my job to look around and be vigilant from time to time while I look at the map. I was observing the corpses of Knoll, Hobgoblin, and Goblin whilst making excuses to myself for not working because I thought so.... about half of them are like females, but still no one is like pregnant. I'm tired of watching monster bodies in this Barduk labyrinth, but I'm used to the lack of life for the monsters I defeated. Confirmation of pregnancy is mostly just a habit.

It's about the fairies that make you feel alive with the creatures in Balduk's labyrinth, which seems to be the extent to which babies are born once every few to several decades. I can't help but intervene that much because they seem to live long like assholes, but they also said they eat trees and grass fruit and magically capture and eat pond fish. I don't get it very well, do I?

I hear a whisper from the people picking the Demon Stone, but it's probably about me anyway, and it's my subordinate now. I don't care.

Soon after I moved, as I did (Suner), I was thorough in the supervisory battle from behind.

Hmm, no matter what you say, the Hulk was top notch on boulders. Apart from Carm, this member would have tough leaders. Carm himself, sometimes the main arm is called a bow, and I guess it's a big deal to be able to calmly watch the whole battlefield, but it's a good time to give instructions. It takes note of the placement so that each member has a role to play and is allowed to follow each other.

Sometimes even more so, he lets everyone but Carm and Meath, who use the bow, stand as avant-garde and follow him with a bow as appropriate. The construction of the front line is well done because not only the spear, but even the magic can be used Vince is standing in front of him with a long sword (long sword). I would have said that the massacre (Butchers) of high strength was impressive.

Saying it in my combat slave doesn't matter O'Connell from the Knight, and Fiernote has both sides solidified by two powerful men named Rocco and Kevin, who are able to fight at risk. More monsters aren't very strong, and if they have more than a certain strength, they form poorly, so arrange the avant-garde semi-circularly, and cover it with a bow from the rear more to take advantage of their offensive power. When the number of opponents is decreasing, it can be easier to advance both wings while lowering the center and moving them from a half siege to a full siege.

If I was a little impressed, apparently it's an imitation of it because the leaders who came out of the killers (Slaughters), such as Tris and Bell, were directing it this way.

But I was somewhat pleased because it was also a testament left that I was learning well from the command of the younger lads and daughters. Until about two layers this way works. And only when there are members of the Killer (Slaters) who can use quite a bit of healing magic. They also seem to understand that the strength of monsters increases slightly from the three layers, so they are tough on boulders.

I handled it until evening. They were all caught up in a streak of warfare and tension. Fiernote was throwing up gelo from fatigue, although it was not the injury. Naturally I was forced to eat dinner after returning to the ground. He's only twenty-one, too. I'm young, and you're okay.

"Tomorrow I want to see how long we can get to the further metastatic crystals. I'll follow you from the back. I'll take care of the rear perimeter."

When I said that to Carm and smiled, she said, "... I thought it was time... well, I just had to try," and looked at me. And he said, "Hey, are you going to make me your leader? I've heard."

"Mmm... well, I'm not one of the candidates because I also have a recommendation from Mr. Hulk. But like I said before, I don't want to decide. I'm not even going to push you to hate me. And I'm going to take the time to figure out how to switch members between teams. You'd basically team up in order of strength with exceptions. I'm going to make a replacement by the end of the month, and now you don't have to think too deeply."

When I said that, Carm looked surprised and then happily told everyone.

"Hey, listen to me. We're splitting a new team by the end of the month!

Everyone who heard it stood colored.

"Oh ho! Seriously! I'm a killer, too (Slaters)!

"Silly, you can't do that. Marcel did this to me the other day."

"I'm not as good at bowing or witchcraft as Bell... can't I..."

"You know, you think you can beat a surge!

Oh, come on, don't you ask me how I choose?

Well, that's not what I'm saying right now.

"Hey! Be quiet. I haven't heard another way to sort it yet."

"That's right. How do we split this up?

I don't have a choice.

"Uh, anyone who wants to be a killer first sees the minimum health. Specifically, can you run a certain distance fast? We can't cheat because we keep surveillance on the way we run. If you run it within the time I've set, you'll get the right to challenge. After that," there are exceptions ”can challenge anyone. However, it is a product of the same lineage as the person challenging it. On top of that, I want to see the collaboration as well, so instead of one-on-one, I will have about three to three mock fights. If magic can be used, of course. If I could win the third round, I'd replace it."

Can we pull this off for at least six months or a year? Let Mizuchi, who leads (Sooner) soon tomorrow, run all he can... No, let Bastral run all he can for the next holiday and measure the time. Why don't we make it a minute earlier than that?