Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

There is almost zero damage to the offensive at the South Gate.

After the thieves retreated, the thieves who fell with [Surprise Bubble Ball (Astonish Bubble)] were captured.

Install further fences and piles inside the gate to establish defenses.

The North Gate said the gate was broken, but the thief quickly retreated.

As far as the damage is concerned, it is under investigation - now leaving Kazzi alone in the village, instead accompanied by Noah and several human beings of the village + α, to advance to the surrounding sentinel.

Whether there are no thieves lurking around the village.

Make it look like you're retreating, and whether you're coming to another raid.

I went looking for them.

"Ugh..."

"Arcs, if you're not feeling well, why don't you go back to the village?

"No, you can't do that..."

Walk around the village while holding your mouth down with your hands. The vigilance to be directed is scattered because it is also suitable for contents that are likely to come up from the stomach.

Much better thanks to Noah for rubbing my back, but still I can't get rid of the disgust in my chest.

"That's right, Arcs. Wouldn't you rather be a corpse?"

"Of course..."

Return that to the words of + α, to resentment.

Yes, the cause of the nausea that sticks around and doesn't leave is the body of a thief.

Though I wasn't concerned when they were attacking the village.

When I breathed, I felt nauseated by the smell of it drifting from the belly of a thief who had become two.

... When I fought in the residence of the Marquis of Gaston before, it was basically just beautiful corpses.

pierced with Noah's sword.

Ice pickled or something.

They broke my neck bone with the magic of Kazuki.

At the end of the day, it's suffocating with a [locust whirlwind].

This is the first time I've fought enough to get my organs smashed.

As warm blood and meat rise a thin hot air with a smell, so much so that the hell pictures of the man's world are also spooked.

So much so that some of the villagers were throwing up both during and after the robbery raid.

Even in the sight of such a tragedy, it's all right, Gills.

"... so? Why did Gills follow you?"

"No, it seems safer to stay here than in the village. Look, no matter what happens, the mighty wizards will protect you."

"I give priority to Arcs."

"We have Kazuki in the village, too, so we're good."

"That's the way it is, but a lot of them are better value for money."

That's how I say it, and I'm laughing at the pieces.

If you're serious about being such a coward, you shouldn't come to a dangerous place.

What the hell is the intention?

The same goes for those thieves who suddenly retreated, but I'm still not sure about this man.

"Even so, the magic just now was amazing. I can think of a way to defeat my enemies with a sound. Diminish the opponent's alertness with appearance and then... go away, ya. Well, they just bumped into each other this time."

"It's much better to disable the opponent with plain magic than to use flashy, big magic to do damage to the village, right?

"You don't have to defeat me, you don't have to be helpless... Arcs, you don't have to turn to the enemy."

"Do that."

Respond appropriately to Gills, who is admired in strange places.

Even so.

"You know exactly what that magic is."

"Hmm? What are you talking about?

"Don't be silly."

As he gently poked his jito eyes at Gills, he put out his tongue as if out of the way.

"Did you find out? No, Wai, even with this, I have some magic skills."

"So what?"

Yes, he did say words then, like he figured out the magical effects.

Just looking at that bubble, you can't possibly tell that it's frivolous.

From the side, it should just look like I floated more than one big chavon ball.

That means eighty-nine out of ten, judged by the spell.

A man who named himself a merchant, but also has a magical heart.

Though it may indeed be, if they say it is a necessary force to travel through the countries.

Somehow the invisible part of the bottom stands first.

Whatever that story is, while taking care not to stay too far away from the village, we will find out where the thief fled, but there is no tone out.

Doesn't seem like there's a thief lurking somewhere, so we ended up separating and heading back to the village.

... but what the hell was this raid?

It's completely unreadable what the thief was trying to do.

Sure, sounds good when it comes to vibrant lures.

But I didn't steal anything, and I didn't achieve anything like this, I just damaged it.

If the Yang Dynasty succeeded and the North Gate opened, the attack should be even harsher.

But shortly after we received the report that the gate had been broken, we withdrew with the signal.

I simply wanted to open the village gate.

To exhaust the protection of the village with sporadic attacks.

I come up with various possibilities, but it doesn't make much sense, and I disappear from the edge of my mind.

A dark sky directly above the village was seen slightly reddish.

Probably increased the bonfire. The village doesn't have so much "brilliant glass" to prepare, so when it comes to lights, we just have to light the fire.

As soon as I crept through the gate, the village chief greeted me.

"Oh! Are you back..."

"Apparently, there's no such thing as lurking nearby. What about you?"

"Yes, I checked this one too, but no great damage to the village...... thank you so much for this one"

When the village chief bowed his head, so did those who had refrained behind him.

The damage to the village is to the extent that the gate was broken.

And then there's the other people who stayed.

"With that said, what about the Pyrocollos?

"That's what Lord Pirokoro left right after that."

"Huh? Did you leave?

"Yes. We both held back..."

The village chief looks careless.

Does that mean you couldn't hold back and left?

But why the exit at this time?

Pyrocollo's, too strange behavior puzzles me in the face.

Then, as Gills speaks for that perplexity,

"Oh, no, the night's just begun. So? I don't care how much you're in a hurry. You're leaving the village in time.

"Yeah. I've said many times that it's dangerous to go outside right now, but I don't have the ear to hear you say you have to head to the Reichsfuhrer as soon as possible"

"Report what? For what?

"That's the North Gate raid, the shipment has been stolen..."

"Stolen?

When I asked back, the village chief nodded.

Does that mean their load - that is, the silver has been stolen by the thieves earlier?

For that story, Noah also frowns.

"They must have had a lot of escorts, though?

"It's like when they broke through the gate, they burst into a gap, and they scratched the whole load."

"Are you serious..."

I leak those words while I'm half relieved.

When I was waiting to enter the village, a group of pyrocoros had enough escorts to form a line.

I didn't count it firmly, but about ten to twenty.

How handy, such as slipping through all those escorts and stealing them out.

Besides, it hasn't been long since the North Gate was broken until the thief's retreat.

Nonetheless, I don't care what you think, such as being so lightly stolen -

"Long!"

Turning to the call hung on the pretend.

The villagers rush to the village chief.

"What's up?

"I got in touch with the leadership that was staying nearby. They're going to rush right here!

"Oh! That's good!

The village chief's voice plays with joy.

When they heard the story, they apparently sent it out to reward the nearby villages for the bandits' defection after they left for the outpost.

One of them is that they found the leadership that was coming around here for the bandit crusade.

Be vigilant, etc., for a while.

… eventually, an armed group appears in the village.

Though each possesses a weapon of thought, such as a sword, spear, or bow.

All outfit designs are unified, such as armor.

The equipment is properly stamped and stamped by the individual.

An army flag indicating to a successful horse that he is a leader.

rear to heavy squads.

Definitely, it would be a formal unit.

And it was the red-brown-haired boy carrying a giant sword who showed up with that troop.

I'm about as old as I am.

Taller, a little taller than I am.

Nonetheless, he rode a military horse to the head of the unit.

The men of the age of the troops are also concerned with polite language towards him.

Does that mean it's a good house warrant?

At such times, observe the outpost while thinking that it is a very strict lineage to take troops and be in charge of the bandit crusade.

The outfit is not armor, but moveable outfits like going out to Ichii and a cape.

When it comes to protective equipment, only tailored boots and lists.

On the nose is a piece of bond cream reminiscent of a little boy.

The expression, despite the night, is still energetic, or is it annoying.

How I said an adventurous boy rather than a good house warrant.

But surprisingly, that giant sword.

I feel like I'm daydreaming, like I can walk with a sword twice my back length.

Perhaps the engraving on the sword and the engraving on the list work.

The village chief pokes his knee to thank the boy on the horse.

Are you still a man of high stature?

The village chief immediately started talking about the situation.

Eventually, the soldiers make their move.

They'll fix the gates, check the security, etc.

Second, the boy turned this way.

He had a strange look on his face, but as soon as the village chief spoke to him or her somethin ', his face looked satisfied and sneery.

You must have told me the circumstances.

The boy and some of them get off the horse and come close.

And the sons and daughters of the good houses were shattered... rather than slightly greedy.

"You protected our people? Thank you. Thank God."

"Oh, oh."

fold with such an ambiguous reply,

…………

"... anything?

This one also returns a surprising gaze to the boy peeking into his face with a strange look.

In the meantime, the boy observes this face from various angles as he jumps around.

Then, close your eyes so you can focus. The end of the roar hmm.

What the hell are you trying to find out for yourself?

While nature and gaze narrow because of the unpleasant feeling.

"... you're a girl, aren't you?... Yeah, I am. 'Cause she's cute."

Right after he said that, turn around,

"Noah, she said she's cute. What do they say?

"... Mr. Arcs. You mustn't turn away from reality. These are definitely words addressed to you, Arcs."

"Uuuuuuuuuuu - I know! Damn it! Uh-oh!

Raise your roar and step on the estate waste.

Is this kind of interaction a classic anymore?

I cried out to the boy with the strange face on his face and to those who refrained behind it.

"I'm a man! Man, come on!

"Huh? Really? Really?"

"Really! You can tell by the way you dress! The clothes you're wearing are also men's things!

"No, I'm sorry, it's neat."

That's what the boy says, and he's laughing frankly.

There is no fine dust such as bad bumps.

To a boy like that, whoever withheld behind his back ears.

I wonder if it's his assistant or something.

"Fang, Fang"

"Ah? Oh, oh. I know... I have to ask a lot of questions because I work..."

I guess they want to hear who they are.

"Then in my house," the village chief recommended, taking him up and heading home.