A Black Knights slave has been pulled out by the White Adventurer Guild to S-rank.

Request Execution

A magic item that mimics Thai mats enclosing vast amounts of magic. The shapes are similar and the flames come out the same way.

But at the heart of it is the magic item.

It is essentially different from the existence of Thai mats. This magic item will continue to burn even if put in water.

Moreover, for a long period of time, the fuel of magic alone can continue to produce constant light. Still burning should prove it.

Well, more than that magic item. There was a book for you.

It was adorned with an altar-like place with a disastrous black aura.

"This."

Take it.

Not heavy but not light either.

Will there be about one middle finger for the number of pages?

There are no flashy decorations.

On the appearance based on black, the surfaces are arranged with white letters that seem to be difficult.

For one thing, this will complete the request.

That's what I thought.

- A moment. I realized that a number of books had unfolded from the magic formation on the altar where they were decorated.

That's enough to let the detecting magic that was activated detect enough magic to rock an underground dungeon.

Letters float out on the altar.

"Give those who want power one last test."

Few will understand just by looking at this.

But unfolding detective magic, I knew it was clear. - Demons are increasing at a rate that can be described as abnormal in underground dungeons.

"You surprise me. I had no idea."

I accidentally said what I was thinking.

This is the kind of magic ceremony that magic is supposed to pass through, even if it's faint. The principle is similar to a magic item. This had no magic residue.

I mean, I've never used it before.

There were no people in this deepest part of the world - trying to make this magic ceremony a real success.

Overwhelming manifestation of confidence. Can it be said that it is a sign of strength? I guess I had enough strength for that. The demon king who wrote this book.

For now.

Pisces froze the resulting sorcery ceremony.

But that doesn't stop what's already activated.

"Metastasis"

There are many demons.

If we stay like this, we won't be able to find the adventurers in the underground dungeons. Before that,

"Whoa, who are you! No. Run faster than that! Something's wrong!

"Ho, metastasis"

The first one.

Bring a man back to earth in his thirties or so with a huge axe.

Only myself remains a dungeon.

Next.

"Nooo! I thought it was a new demon..."

"Metastasis"

Third person.

Fourth person.

Fifth.

I haven't counted from the area beyond twenty.

But I came until I was alone.

The lower layer of the dungeon is already full of demons.

The metastasis was preceded by a handsome blonde.

Who was it? He must have been some amazing guy.

There he is.

"Ji, Jid! What are you doing! It's supposed to be pretty bad, so let's get out of here!

"Metastasis"

"Nooo."

This is the last time.

Now we're all here.

There are only a huge number of demons and me in this underground dungeon.

Concentrate your magic at your feet.

- There was once a demon manipulating ice and snow at the bottom of the contraindicated forest where I was.

Even my food demons were frozen and made to struggle.

But now the magic of that magic...

"Style - Cold Prison"

- I can use it, too.

Using me as my starting point, I freeze making a sound like a pisci from the ground. Is the freezing speed roughly enough for the dog and cat to run at full capacity?

In this mixed underground dungeon, it stings as if it were a real creature.

Strong demons indeed. The further down you go, the higher your rank goes. There will probably also be double digits of demons with s on them.

You can't exorcise them all.

This place is a dungeon, even if it is.

There are demons, even if all the treasures underground have been taken. That's how some people earn their living.

"Yeah, it's like this."

Finished the obvious processing.

It froze and dysfunctional the operational sorcery ceremony, freezing and killing the born demon.

Unlock the magic supply to the magic that went through.

It sounds like the glass is broken, and everything frozen disappears as dust.

Now I would have wiped my own ass. I don't think it's my client's business in the first place. Well, I mean it was a lack of confirmation on this one.

"Metastasis"

Now I'm moving myself out of this dungeon.

I'm back in the woods where I can't replace you.

There he was separated from those who were stunned, those who were in a hurry, those who noticed me and did not try to hide their consternation.

And some client who looks like he hates it.

"This. This is the book that was requested"

Hand over the requisition at the same time as the book.

My client checked the requisition and the books.

"Jeed, huh....... oh. I did receive it. It's a commission."

Take the book I handed you so roughly that you can throw it at me with a pinch of gold on the other hand.

What have you done?

There is no reason to go so far.

Open the linen cloth to confirm the request fulfillment.

"Shit. Hey, what are you opening?"

Hit and change from the beginning and the tone is rough a lot.

"I was just trying to make sure."

"You can't trust me!?

"I have credibility because I'm via the guild. However, the guild has taught us that checking is one of the steps."

Pa, when I opened all the way inside, there was gold in it.

Count them one by one...

Not enough.

That's not enough for ten, either. It is significantly lower than its planned forehead.

"Not enough?

Obviously not a range of errors.

"Oh? It must have happened when I checked. You stole it."

No, no, no.

"There's no way you could steal from me if I was this close."

Sometimes this is what it is.

That's why guilds may accept fees first with intermediaries.

Exceptionally, however, those who are sufficient for trust - for example, those who have made more than ten requests or organisations via the Alliance - may give gold coins straight away. You can also pay the guild's brokerage fee another day.

This is used in the case of a large number of nominations, or when it takes time to go directly to the guild and hand over the money.

"Um! I'm a cleric of the Brave Men's Society!? I don't know where the horse bones are. It's not the money I give them to you! This request is supposed to come from a high-ranking person, money that should be given to a clear source! You think this will pass the exam!!

My client yells at me.

Association of the Brave. Cleric. Higher ranked. Exams.

There came out a lot of words I didn't know. If there was Queena here, she'd put the story together, but it looks like she left without receiving a request either.

"In the first place! This request should take more than three days! You must have been fraudulent from the start and knew what the exam was about to get out of it!? I'm going to give it to such a coward......!

"Byrious Madden. I know about you, all the adventurers here. You should be aware of that, too. That's why you're talking about it."

"Ugh, Dear Weeg Steilbeats..."

Tonight. A handsome blonde came in here between me and my client. Yeah, yeah, it's Weeg. The prince of a country called the Kingdom of Steelbeets with his last name. He's a high ranking man at last.

"But Jeed doesn't seem to know much about the public. He didn't even know my name, so naturally I don't think he knew your name."

Weeg said it soberly.

No, I knew about my client's name. It was on the requisition.

I don't have anything to say because it gets in the way.

"But suppose you knew about Byrias and drank the money you gave him... you would have rotted as a priest of the Order of the Brave"

"Become"

"Again, I want you to count back. Don't let me down. I am destined to be a brave man. I don't mind being dirty in the process. if it is necessary to do justice. But if anyone else has dirt besides me, they have to pay. It is the demon king of extremists, even within himself. Any method is used. That's why I thought I could get dirty."

Ooh.

This guy has changed from the beginning to an elegant one.

I wonder why this didn't come out from the beginning. I wonder which is the vegan.

Either way, you said it well. Dirty, demon king and all that crap.

Well, a bunch of things sprang up that bothered me, but more than that, my client, Birius, gave me another anesthetic out of my nostalgia.

"... sorry. Speaking of which, this was an extra amount."

Probably swallowed up the situation after I transferred them all.

And reduced my share, he said.

Well, if it's going to be okay, that's quick talk.

"Thank you. And Weeg, thank you."

"Ooh! That 'Virgin of the Light Star' man Soria admitted... because he's my rival!

I've said it in a way that's kind of strained.