Adventurers Who Don't Believe in Humanity Will Save The World

After that, it seemed pathetic.

"That's why, Clodine. Can't we get into your party?

"... hmm"

"I'll do anything, it'll help."

Fromage, a labyrinth city coffee shop, was the destination for Nick and Crodine.

Clodine is an adventurer for a woman her age.

He was the same light warrior as Nick, and as he happened to shop at the same weapons store and tool store, the distance approached him and he became his lover. Nick dictated more in love with his fluffy but shimmering blonde hair and seemingly tender eyes.

Nick has fulfilled many of Clodine's wishes. The date basically came with Nick's luxury, and I lent it to him when I was in trouble with the money.

The bond between the two is tougher than the party.

It should have been.

"Ha..."

"Hey, please."

"I'm sorry, I can't. 'Cause you're gonna lose my job, right?

"Him, can you do something about one? I'm not only a scout, but I'm a good fighter in the avant-garde..."

Say goodbye.

"Huh...?

"'Cause you're just a little light warrior who's not in the martial arts."

"What...!?

"I thought it would be awesome because I'm at a party where they said only strength is A... wasn't it parasitic to be kicked out? Until now, I've been a little poor, but I've been gambling with you, and I'm really disappointed."

"Chi, no! Absolutely not...!

At that time, a man of good stature sat somewhere at Nick and Clodine's sitting table.

"I said Nick or something. I don't know."

Neighborhood facial patterns, cat animal ears. Fierce golden eyes.

Strong, brave and famous tiger tribe.

"... who is it?"

Nick stares without even butting in.

Seeing that, the tiger just exhaled hun like he was bored.

It wasn't the tiger tribe man who answered Nick's question, it was Crodine.

"Of which, Leon, the leader of the [Iron Tiger Team (I want to come)]. You're strong, aren't you?

"It's Leon. So... I guess our cute scouts are in trouble. What do you see, Temehe?

"Get me in trouble... That's not true. Just doing her a favor."

"Canojo? Don't do that, right? That kind of thing. Hey, Leon, help me. This guy is persistent."

"Huh!?

To Clodine's words, Nick raised his voice of surprise and anger.

"What, Temeer, did you get your hands on my lady?

"Oh my God! Crodine is......!

But Nick noticed there.

To the brilliance of a talisman lowered by a man who says Leon or something.

This is not just an accessory.

It's a neat piece of protective equipment that strengthens your defense against curses and attribute attacks.

And

"... why would Temeer put that on?"

"Oh, this is it? It's a gift from her."

Leon replied with a spiral of laughter.

But that was what Nick was supposed to have given Clodine.

"Holy shit......!

"Whoa, do we have a fight? Good, call me. But you know what, you think you can beat each other up here for free?

At the same time Nick got up, several people got up from behind.

Killer pierces Nick's back.

"Ah, that's what I mean..."

Nick was already surrounded by men.

Men with adventurous looks to see, with their swords on their hips in leather armor.

Being there already meant threatening Nick from the start, I guess.

Perhaps to find out that Nick was kicked out of [Martial Arts Hundreds] and break it up.

In other words, Clodine was dating to squeeze as much as she could out of Nick.

But now, finally, the time has come to throw it away.

Nick figured it out.

"Nick was a handy accessory appraisal, so it's surprisingly expensive to have a professional do it. Looks like this talisman was cheap, too, but it works just fine. Come on, thanks. … but it's better now."

With Clodine's mockery, Nick felt his powers fall out of his entire body.

I was deceived and no longer needed from the deceiver.

"That's why. Go home. Now miss it."

"Bye Bye."

To that obvious attitude, Nick even lost his temper to hit him.

Whatever you say to these guys won't make sense.

Helplessness, labor, despair.

Such negative emotions dominated Nick.

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After that, it seemed more and more pitiful.

Nick doesn't have much of a hobby.

All I do is train and take care of my weapons when I'm alone.

Lower door, I can't drink much alcohol either.

I don't have a hobby of going to a beautiful tavern.

He had the character to feel sympathetic to the woman who dealt with him and, conversely, stubborn, and she was there in the first place. Until just now.

She...... my date with Clodine was basically just fulfilling her request as well.

When Nick looked back and thought about it, he was just being treated like a good-bodied golden man.

Nick now realizes that the debt was also trampled down.

There were few ways for Nick to clear up such depressing feelings.

But the only thing I could enjoy was going home to my childhood heart.

"Ahhh ♪ Shine the flag ♪ The Virgin shakes off the darkness ♪"

"CA!!!

"Whoa!!!

It was a bard (idol) playing (live).

The famous bard (idol) works by renting out parks and squares rather than liquors.

Sometimes you can hear them from the open, because they use loud magic props to show off their beauty.

But I needed expensive tickets to get close enough to see it.

Until now, Nick had spared his money and was only satisfied with the sound of leaks coming from outside the venue.

But now, it was falling apart.

Nick had become a fine bard maniac (Doruota).

"No - ♪ Everybody's saying no -!?"

"Lapis! Psycho!"

Nick had spared no money left at hand, forgotten me, heard the bard (idol) voice, and raised his voice of support.

The star of today's concert is Lapis Lazuli, the bard of the journey who made his name in the King's Capital.

Mysterious rugged hair.

Supple body.

A brilliant costume that wraps it up.

Usually he behaves like Park, but once he starts singing, his impression changes.

A young, tongueless voice, a well-dressed voice, a pretty voice.

Everyone is surprised and overheard by the ever-changing singing voice.

And he threw money at no cost.

Once the bard Lapis Lazuli left, now he put his face to another bard (idol) playing (live). I supported him as much as I could and offered him toss money.

But such a self-depraved life can't go on either.

By the time Nick finally calmed down, he'd spent almost all the money he'd ever saved.

I couldn't afford to play that much more.

Calculating from the rest of the amount, it seems that we end up eating and sleeping in a bottom-ranked inn...

"Damn...... it's time to work"

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Nick finally made a move.

But even if I say I work, the only job Nick can do is an adventurer.

Even if you have all sorts of skills, the best job you've ever done when it comes to making sure you make money.

So what Nick got to his feet was Newbies, a branch of the Adventurer Guild where the rush gathers.

Exploring the labyrinth in this city is not allowed on its own.

Neither of us has permission unless we are of considerable strength.

Basically, it's a party of four or more.

This' Newbies' also served as a meeting place for scouting new adventurers who had not been able to form a party or were scouted somewhere.

Nick wanted to speak to someone there.

The ancient nest party [Martial Arts Hundreds] was known as the mighty.

If you reveal that background, there must be a party you'll accept.

Still, the moment I tried to speak to someone, I didn't have a voice.

I was scared.

The thorn of the phrase "You don't need it anymore" remained pierced in my heart.

In the end, Nick wandered around the Adventurer Guild, unable to speak to anyone, and was tightened out of the Guild after business hours.

"Ha..."

Nick sighed and walked into the next tavern.

This is a new adventurer shop that serves minimal rice and booze.

At a table nearby, a young adventurer had just formed.

"You alone? Sit at that empty table."

Sit at the table where the clerk showed you how troublesome it looks and ask for a meal for one.

Barley porridge with vegetable crumbs and ale diluted with water.

It doesn't even contain a lot of salt, and it's delicious or irrelevant.

But the rushing adventurers were eating it as if it were even the best treat.

"To form a party, kappa!

"Say hello! Leave the avant-garde to me!

"I asked you to! I'm a cleric apprentice, but I'm good at restorative magic!

An adventurer shaking like that was too dazzling for Nick.

Wait for even rice and booze to come without thinking about it.

Then the clerk approached Nick.

Nick was relieved to finally come... but the clerk was handy.

"Sir, can I have your seat? The counter's buried."

"Hmm? Yeah."

The table where Nick sat seemed like a table where he could push one of his flashing guests in.

One other customer is pushed in like a flow job.

The table for four was quickly filled.

(That would be a pain in the ass if they talked to me...

I can't believe I'm alone in a store like this... me too)

Nick took a sneak side view of the three newly guided people to the same table.

Nick always thought this guy was weird too.

The first is a woman who looks classy with chestnut hair.

He's wearing a magician's robe, but his arms are thin and overall small to peek through his sleeve.

The robes and canes look fancy, probably around the daughter of a nobleman or a fancy merchant.

On the other hand, there was something to write off its elegance and beauty.

It's a terrible sight.

It would seem like she would be an extinct beauty if she smiled.

But now, suddenly, there was an awesome knife that seemed to stab someone to death.

The guests of the surrounding liquor store also perceived the dangerous air, and no one tried to speak up.

The second is a red-haired dragon woman.

Two horns, a tail, and an arm-covered urchin are precisely the hallmarks of the Dragon Nation.

Under the scratchy leather jacket, you can see the shiny leather armor.

I guess he's an avant-garde warrior.

Her appearance was a combination of despicability and feminine beauty.

Her breasts are large, her abs beautiful, and she has the beauty to attract what she sees.

A strong and beautiful dragon tribe should also be a lot of pull fees, but no one speaks up.

Like a woman, she had terrible eyes.

Even now I was floating around with such a murderous look that I was going to punch someone.

The third is a beautiful man who looks like a cleric.

but there was something wrong with this guy too.

Clerics usually have a scripture for casting restorative magic and wear long-sleeved black clothes called cassocks.

But he didn't raise the key medal around his neck.

This is important, showing which denomination you belong to due to the difference in fine shape.

The absence of this probably means a disciplined monk.

Nick guessed he'd been broken and his medal confiscated.

There is a cosmetic odor somewhere from the man to back it up.

Probably a return from a tavern or whorehouse where the woman is.

At least as far as Nick knows, there's no such thing as a temple that allows you to go to the whorehouse.

Did the surrounding guests also notice the strangeness, no one tries to speak up to say they are clerics in popular positions.

Nick grinned at his mouth mocking himself.

I guess I look worse than these guys myself, too.

And on a table where no one talks, the clerk finally brings the liquor and rice.

No one responds to the clerk's lying "Please take your time" voice.

Nick drank his warm ale in one breath.

And the occasional frustrating mood I've accumulated has accidentally gone out into my voice.

"" "" "How can I trust a human being!!!!

...... hmm?

What's wrong with you now?