Wolf Barrel 5.56

"Uh, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha."

Lucca's grumpy laughter echoes in stores like this western restaurant.

Various people, large and small, were cheerfully eating and drinking in the store, where the sounds of strings with similar tunes were playing in Celtic.

Warrior-style people who are hitting each other's jocks, crossing arms and drinking up.

An elf in a suit, elegantly eating quietly using a knife and fork.

Manual worker-style people are ridiculously laughing and hitting on meat.

I would like to enjoy this exotic atmosphere more, but that is not what Lucca did not wholesale.

Across the table.

Lucca, who has a delightful face, asks me.

"So, what's your magic value?

……

"How old are you?"

Thirteen.

I say to throw.

Then to Mr. Lucca's smile, a different wave-like change took place. And

"... thirteen... thirteen because... ku, ku ku ku... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Damn.

I was toyed to by Mr. Lucca. [M]

This happened because of my detours. [M]

The town of Salla, surrounded by night and darkness. An orange streetlight beautifully lights up the cobblestone town. The darkness and orange colors mixed together, coloring the entire town beautifully.

In the landscape, various people who have finished their labor walk wide.

Matrix as if it were Halloween. But this is the everyday landscape of this world.

And part of it, I am. Just thinking about it gave me a heartbeat with no response.

When I walked into the store made of wood and bricks, I was greeted with the peeling of a monster decorated on the wall. The store is crawling with fantasy residents, of course. There's no way I can stay in that living sight and not be tempted.

That's how I left my order at the table with the high tension, and it was so hot today. I was like, "How many magic values are you, by the way?" He was cut out naturally, and he answered honestly, silly.

The results are similar.

Momentum was like taking a ghost's neck, and it kept shaking.

I may have ordered it - at this rate. As for the dog chasing his tail, he never gets tired of saying, "13! 13!," he repeats.

But I can't say it back because it's true about this.

If I say something badly translated here, I'll be miserable the other way around.

So if you ask me, I'll have to answer.

This is absolutely, just now a payback.

Must be.

"What are you staring at? Look, it's dinner time, so make a more enjoyable face. The rice here is delicious, so you'll love it."

"... that way"

"By the way, how much magic do you have?

"... thirteen."

"Thirteen because - ooh!!

Fuck you.

My bent face gets so hot.

And this Lucca hell was to last until the items on the order were on the table.

"Come on, don't be shy. Eat, then!

……

I swallowed the sauce and spit.

In front of me was a dish of colorful dishes, such as an assortment of warm vegetables, pasta in cream sauce, and white bread that seemed soft as cotton wool.

On the hot air, an appetite-stimulating smell is brought in.

This is the first time I've come to this world with such a sumptuous meal. The belly bug buzzes as I agree.

Speaking of which, today, I just had an outdoor baked treat and it wasn't a decent meal. Besides the continuum of labor that we didn't experience in the real world.

The gravy-filled beef glows glossy with lighting and invites me into slut.

This sight was no longer poisonous.

I'd like to eat it right now... but I have one problem.

The dishes are all in Mr. Lucca's position, and there is only one soup dish in my position. He's so colorless and transparent that he might mistake it for a bowl that washes his fingers.

And the table has a gap like a border line.

An unpleasant feeling crosses the back of my brain.

I don't think so, but I'll try and take the fork to the meat dish in Mr. Lucca's position. Then Mr. Lucca's knife flashed along the border and the fork was dimensioned. The silver tipped part dangles with Hürn and pierces the ceiling softly.

"Abrasion!

Sparks scattered now!? What, the tip of the fork is melting!?

Mr. Lucca looked at me with a thin smile as I pulled my hand in haste.

"Look, what's going on? Eat before it gets cold."

Mr. Lucca started eating slowly, as he showed me to be rigid.

Woohoo... is that what this is about? That's the thing.

The angry fire that was smoking burns up again.

It's superior, Mr. Lucca.

If that's all you want, I'll start the second round for you.

I quietly raised my counterattack wolf smoke. [M]

Calling down waitresses with striped shippos in tiger ears passing nearby. The first time I saw a beastly woman. Something touching. I don't care now. If they do, I'll do it back in double.

"Excuse me, would you like to place an additional order?

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Rushing to stop Mr. Lucca, just hold him back.

"By the way, Mr. Lucca, do you know some of my magic values?

"How many?" "Thirteen." "Haha."

Side by side laughing ridiculously, I whispered, "Give me something two ranks higher than the set she ordered. And you have the most expensive fruit juice in this store?

I quickly put the order through and lowered the waitress.

By the time Mr. Lucca's laughter had subsided, the latter festival.

At the time the order passes, the purchase and sale have been concluded. Of course I can't undo it.

I sneered back at Mr. Lucca, who didn't do what he was after. [M] Look at this. Even Magic 13 can do this.

The dishes lined up before me. [M]

Before that view,

"I don't know what this is..."

An accidental grunt of admiration leaked.

I can't believe I asked for it myself, but it was an amazing number of plates. Meat alone is served with steak, fried chicken and pork skewers and three varieties. The plates crossed my position, enough to invade Mr. Lucca's position. I laughed when the southern-style tropical juice arrived.

Ignore Mr. Lucca, whose cheeks are swollen and mucked, and in a good mood I join hands.

"Here you go - that's my plate, Mr. Lucca!

"Ngu, it's what I bought for my money, so it's on my own - hey, what are you eating when you took it for the last pleasure!!

"Mugg, more than what I said about eating, this table belongs to me"

"There it is, that's a wild dog. If you're mean to eating."

"Gaps"

"Ah, uh! That's my favorite!

He complains with slight tears.

I don't know. I haven't finished paying you back yet.

Try to reach out and rob them from the plates of the Lucca faction by setting their aim.

Then,

"Hey!"

"Wow, that's dangerous! You just tried to stab me with a fork!

"It's worse to be making me urocho in front of you, oh!

"Mugmug"

"Why are you eating for all my favorites, idiot!

Because I think it's important.

In the store, strings play the next song.

The drunk men sang the pitch without even caring if it was crazy.

As if swallowing our mouth Genka, the store became more lively.

There was a tragedy along the way where I no longer knew who was on which plate, tried to compete and ate, and Mr. Lucca drank my juice all at once.

"Memory problems caused by magic deficiencies."

When I flattened what was on the table beautifully and refreshingly, and about half the coffee after the meal I had ordered extra because of the confusion.

Around the time I finally got comfortable with one, Mr. Lucca suddenly asked me a lot of questions.

That's just something I have trouble responding to unexpectedly, such as where I come from and my background.

It wouldn't make any sense to say that I was a high school student on Earth and was jumping to blog updates, well it's only been a week since I've been over here from different worlds and I still don't know what I'm up to.

Yeah, but if it's Mr. Lucca, he's going to swallow it all with "hmm".

Anyway, to avoid unwanted misunderstandings, I explained, 'I have memory problems caused by magic deficiencies, so I don't know my identity'.

This is an excuse that also worked for sailcarriage people.

"Is that magic 13 also due to deficiency?

"Nothing to me. Anyway, I've been remembering this for a week."

"Hmm. What does it have to do with not using a cane? You're not wearing a robe, are you?"

"Wand or robe?

"If you don't know, fine. I wonder if it's really magic 13..."

Mr. Lucca's eyes narrow with suspicion.

I got uncomfortable, so I put the rest of the coffee away from my gaze.

"Oh, good. You know, hang out tomorrow for a bit."

"What can I do for you?

"We can't talk here."

Having said that, Mr. Lucca took a seat without waiting for this reply.

I rush after him. [M]

"Mr. Lucca, I forgot my slip!

"Chip."

When we left the store, there was some noise on the main street just around the corner.

From beyond the pedestrian walls, you can hear multiple yells. It's not calm. The air is everywhere. More and more people were coming together on the road, as if they had been hit by that enthusiasm.

Mr Lucca, who saw it, said,

"It's a fight!

It was a festival. I ran into a wild horse's wall in a shitty tension.

An unlucky drunk is haunted by Mr. Lucca.

Really, you're a mess.

Mr. Lucca is useless at the time he treats you to a meal, so I'm not going to stick with the wild horses like this. More importantly, I honestly don't want to get involved with tomorrow's errands, so I thought I'd leave it like this and do an inn search.

However,

"Hey, what kind of guy's doing this?

"Five to one."

"Everything seems to have a wizard brother involved unilaterally"

You're kidding. It's a sight.

I heard a conversation about someone walking right around the corner and changed my mind.

Wizard fights. Something could be a hint of battle.

Quickly remove the notepad and pen from the bag.

I've never seen a wizard in this world properly. I wanted to see what magic is commonly used for.

There is only one way, do you want to visit with me?

I follow the path of the blonde bulldozer. [M]

When Mr. Lucca came to the position where he was forming, just one big man was grabbing on to a good man in a robe.

Probably someone in a robe would be the wizard.

The lines are thin and the wrists peeking through the sleeves are thin.

When it comes to the man against, he must be a manual worker, unusually fat in the arms and around the neck.

Got gotten like a rock.

The other four are in a similar shape, surrounded just by the need to let them get away.

Incidentally, inadvertent knife extraction in town becomes a misdemeanor. Likewise, wizards are severely restricted in their use of attack magic.

Which means the fight will have to be done with your bare hands, right?

Physical differences are historical. Besides, the numbers are up there. Are you okay with this?

Overwhelmingly I thought the wizard was unfavourable, but the result was unexpected.

The next moment I thought the wizard's eyes narrowed for a moment, a turtle's armoured hemispherical wall of light appeared in front of the wizard, bouncing the big man in front of me backwards.

The moment the wall and the man came into contact, I could see the man's belly bursting and sinking. It was a horrible sight as if he had pushed his guts up with his transparent hands.

The man, who rolled about 2m, is blowing bubbles and fainting like a crab.

"Wow!

The man behind the wizard tries to set up a tackle. But the wizard moved the wall of light sideways without looking back, as if waving a bat, hitting the man with the wall of light. A blunt sound like shooting meat with a hammer. The man, whose stomach was slammed, broke his knee and scattered puke on the ground. There's a lot of blood mixed up.

It was frightening.

Awesome power. If I get hit with the same thing, I'll have a gut rupture in one shot.

The men who were defeated two of their companions in an instant must have lost their will there, dispersed in charge of their fallen companions.

The fight ends with no hesitation.

I asked Lucca, who throws up, what bothers me.

"What is one like the wall of light right now? It was forbidden to attack magic."

"No, you're not, idiot. That's the Magic Barrier, isn't it? It's not forbidden because it's the magic of the walls you use to protect yourself." He explains it in the face of what it is.

"No, but people were kicking their asses."

"It's the same thing that I pushed all I wanted with my shield. If you use magic to move barriers, you can do as much as you want."

I see.

Do wizards not only defend themselves with that 'magic barrier', but do they use it to attack?

It can be a means of attack when approached, and it can help to forcefully strip away packed distances.

I'm sorry I couldn't see the full offensive magic, but there was a gain.

The fact that he can do it earlier means it's possible that I can do it, too.

I asked more questions.

"How strong is an earlier wizard?

"I don't know what it is. But well, you're not a beginner. I don't know if it's because they're too garbage and it's over instantly."

"Is that barrier something you can use even if it's not strong?

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Stare at each other with a decent face.

"... I don't think so, but you, can't you use the barriers?

……

"Can't you use it?

".................. Yes"

After a few moments of silence.

Beautiful face, a damn hateful smile blossomed.

"Ha-ha-ha! A, you what? Can't you even use that one? Even kids can use it? Even a swordsman can use it? Ah, that's crazy. You should make your name '13' next time. I like that, uh, ha-ha-ha."

I don't remember becoming an ice cream shop. [M]

Leaving Mr. Lucca laughing, I left the scene early enough.

Not because I'm angry.

I need to make sure.

While I was thinking about the identity of the current running through my brain, I began to move to a place where there were no people.