Gang of Yuusha

I needed information. A professional companion on this path is also indispensable.

A mass robbery starts with building a trusted team.

Leskia's combat skills are perfect, but that and the art of stealing are different.

Hopefully, I want a magician who specializes in banditry.

It's just a magician, because it's so convenient.

Best if I can summon the band, but I'm in a bit of a bad mood for stepping on two legs of industrialization. I was willing to do family service between bundles, and I also went on a sailing vacation.

By now he may be drinking tranquillity and tropical juice on an island in the South.

When I think about it, I get angry that I only work, but it's patience for tomorrow.

Shoji looked for a unique symbol as he circled the alley that was damp and smelled of mold - the code for the 'diagonal umbrella' characteristic of the religious city of Yorktoria, which I had heard for a long time.

Sometimes they are engraved on brick walls, or mixed with folded flyers.

Or in some cases it is finally found in the shadow paintings of people's tattoos, floating and finely crafted signs.

Shoji finally discovered one after patiently walking around for about three hours. This time it's baked on the back of a wild dog.

It was written in Kigote.

Is alternative animal abuse better than starving to death?

"I guess here..."

Next to the doghouse in the narrow aisle of the apartment and house, find a place that looks like it.

Underground staircase in the gap between poor and dim residential areas. Only the corner light with the ga wings is lit and there is nothing to indicate. Down the stairs, open the rusty iron door.

A receptionist turned to her face blowing her xels like a tired whorehouse woman. It's boring, isn't it? I have an eye for newcomers.

Decadent atmosphere, full of gray hair, but still young.

boldly open to the chest of the string camisole.

"Welcome, what do you want?

"I'd like to stick my hand in the nest hole, but I want a magician."

It's an ultimatum.

"The nest in this town is limited. Also, it's a small town, so you're not welcome to have a spare person stick their hand in a resident's piggy bank."

"A book. From the library, steal only one book. I'm not trying to take away people's trivial possessions."

"Ahhhh... finally... no, there's someone I like"

Why, the receptionist regained her vitality and sparkled her eyes.

Shoji was wary, although his mind was attracted to the person he wanted to be.

Known means one emergency alert.

The receptionist climbed to the bookcase behind him, brought a thick collection of books, and placed them on the table. Turn flat, drilling to extract a single background passed through the string.

"This is Mr. Vermond, the 'head exploding sorcerer'. He is a very good person...... he specializes mainly in flame systems and can also use all kinds of protection magic. When I was in the Mage's Association, I was a Rank S, and I had a lot of work experience. The number of cases and the success rate is very high, and it's also our ace."

He seems expensive.

"It's also our end-of-life shop, so you have a track record, and you're very trustworthy. Old books...... No, you are also familiar with the Chapter. I'd love to meet you"

You know too much about the back story - or was it a famous story too?

Shoji also knew the name Vermond.

A man that people also call a monochrome sorcerer.

The story of the ace of the back society in this city would be true, because the name of the thunder is so loud on the error knife as well.

You have the same demonic strength as yourself, you have toughness, you fear nothing.

"You're Mr. Vermond. I'd like to see you. I'm familiar with people, so I doubt we'll get along."

"I'll be in touch shortly. Wait over there."

Shoji felt restless and sat at the round table.

I don't want a cheap man, but I don't need a high man either.

"... ah?

Then, somehow, the waitress approached me with a scratch.

What about the order? Shoji was surprised by the question, but it seems to work more like a restaurant than a liquor store.

Is it also a rule that guests must eat something when they come to the store in a cultural way?

He hastily opened the menu and, lost, ordered potov and honey tea.

Think it will be a consumption of waiting time, so much less, chew slowly what has been carried.

I put a glass on my mouth and felt "something different" when I tried it.

That's right. Um, the flavor drops more dramatically than what Louis Hawk brought.

That certainly tasted so good that I wanted to drink it again.

In the next life, a thin, dirty, honorable man sat in his face-to-face seat, blurring dreaming that if he became close to His Excellency, he could drink again.

Innocent, but with serious eyes with prudence.

But the air that's loosening on my back is dark. Rogue, no, it smelled gang-specific.

"I'm Vermond. It's an honor to meet the famous street corner braves. Please don't come and kill me all of a sudden."

It flushes unmaintained gray hair backwards and has a well polished face. There are blade wounds on the cheeks and some burn marks on the neck muscle.

I have a slightly northern voice.

The pointy eyes were gray and the focus of the eyes seemed slightly blurred.

My hands are broken and I have bones in my thin skin. I don't wear a common trademark, a magician's robe, and when I look only at the Chenic and Skin trousers in the wasteland, I also look like a drinker to me.

"This is Mr. Vermond. I've heard rumors. I'm familiar with the Chapter."

"Oh, for now, can I ask for some food, too?

"Fine, I'll pay for it."

Shoji exclaimed roaring as he looked again at Volmond's resume.

Because he was also the mastermind of a famous case in the past.

The number of robberies is high, and from the number of days, there's no trace of skipping a day.

He was originally a mine breaking engineer, but in the last two years he has rapidly emerged at the head and reigned as the face of an underground guild.

If you save only your war history, you should be making money for the rest of your life.

And yet unnaturally, why are you a poor minister?

He is also unusually cautious in the way he eats steak, smells it, licks it with pepper and bites to make sure it tastes good before finally swallowing it.

"I'm sorry. It's a habit. I eat slower than a toddler."

"No, it's fine while you eat... assassination, but you're afraid?

"That's the place. I bet you're buying grudges. He wants to get the Seal."

"You know it in this city."

Vermond looked like he had been poked in the void and broken his face.

Cook and I shake my stomach like crazy.

"Naturally. How many do you think the Ten Priests of the Demonic Church are this year? Everyone is over 100 years old. Because of the efficacy of elixir potions that cure even aging. As long as we get the recipe, it's gonna be huge gold. It's the heart of this city, and it's considered a secret. The covetousness of royalties, nobles, and powerful men of all nations."

Laughing at Shoji's public ignorance, he spit out a fascinating topic.

I ride myself out, and Vermond's leaking breath is feverish.

With an excited face, chop the red, bloody steak with a knife, whichever is finely.

"I've been looking for a fool to take that away from me. I'd love to. If the brave (street braver) on the corner called the Demon is on your side, that's all."

"I didn't tell you I'd be one of them yet."

"You need me. I need you, too. You want the money, don't you? We should work together."

I took a breath.

Because when the other person suddenly tries to wrap up the conversation, it's evidence of a rush.

It's not smart to relate to a guy with a fire in his ass in the back business.

"It's strange... you're not going to want the money at the heart. You're making rough money to death, but you're wearing hollow boots and socks. Even if you're a man and your fashion sense is dead, the inconvenience shouldn't be tolerated. Where's your earned money?

"That's going to be a private topic. You don't need it for business conversations."

Vermond put his weight on the back of the chair.

Shoji nodded shallow and dull.

"You can't work with someone you don't trust. For me, the guy who wants money is the most trustworthy person. Even if it's not true for people, everyone will be honest about money. Thank you for talking, Vermond. Good luck to you."

Placing about a few pin tags, Shoji took a seat.

Most of the members of the underground guild are criminals and their personality is unreliable.

That is why a bunch of flying bills on the table plays an important role.

Vermond is an overly powerful card, and a relationship that is not aimed at gold - a relationship that is unclear, is not formed as a team.

Trying to walk away as it is.

"I have a daughter."

What I heard from behind was a mutilating voice of air.

Turning around, he's putting his stiff fist on the table and nodding his face as he curses something. The blood vessels in his eyes were floating and his fingertips were white.

From all over his body, he sees waves of anger.

"I have Devil's Ice Disease. It's a disease that causes the elements in your body to go crazy and get icy. It is an incurable condition that causes your body temperature to drop even when you are warming up. I need an elixir potion to fix it."

Is this the real deal - Shoji visioned Vermond's heart door opening.

Even if I confront something I can't help, I still feel the temper to stand up to.

"How's the money you got for the underground guild request?

"Most of it is for my daughter's treatment. He also donates to the Crime Victims' Club. Bad? You insult my good deeds? You curse me for being a hypocrite and get a moment's comfort? Are you assuming that all sinners don't feel guilty?

"Don't think I'm a weirdo. I don't want to be friends with guys like you, but I don't hate you."

Turning back his heel, Shoji returned to his seat and threw the rest of Potov into his mouth. With his cheek cane, he watched the shimmer of a rocket pendant lowered to Vermond's neck.

You've been planning a robbery for a long time, and Vermond's been checking out officials at the Demonic Church. I have an accumulation of information that seems to be available. Except for the roughness of his clothes, he's a capable man. Perfect to incorporate into your people.

She also showed me pictures that fit in the rocket, but she was a pretty daughter. Says he's only seven years old.

If I had a daughter, I wouldn't be impotent like betrayal. I can appreciate that I've shown the weakest part of myself.

After his first day of face-to-face encounters, Shoji decided to stroll around the city while identifying his target.

Escape routes after stealing, armed gendarmes and religious knights' power, shelters when things are troubling - prep for execution is important.

I have to check it out with my own eyes.

The robbery plan only makes sense with care.

"I'd like an internal map as well... but I need to do some more research"

The sun was leaning.

The reddish brown light covers the whole town. Shoji decided to go home.

We need to match the execution date with Leskia, but we also need to be ready to steal.

"... n"

A noisy voice came from the building next to the Alchemy Institute.

The infirmary.

A charitable institution that does not take money and treats people.

Operated by the good intentions of the administration and the town doctor - expecting goodwill means that money is not luxurious. Decent treatment is rarely given.

Taxes on the relief of the weak are only paid to live.

Just food, blankets and cheap drugs.

"Sister, play."

"What is this, whoa!

"Let me drink the sparkle."

"Oh, no more, don't pull it. No! It's your sister's hair, not her sleeves!

Liquorice breaks her neck at the rear with a cramp. Faded curtains and mass-eyed floors. pipe bed lining it up. The sick are being treated while receiving infusions.

The potion of detoxification is the yellow perverted system.

Repair swollen affected areas or nested lesions in the human body.

Shoji stepped through the doorway and watched Liquorice take care of the sick. About five orphanage boys and girls snap at her back and arms and pull their hands and feet. The sick are treated with their hands together and in worship.

All the smiles, they're all over the place.

The sick are weak, but they have no atmosphere.

However, there are limits to the treatment of potions - there are no panaceas.

That's the theory.

If you have something to overturn, a dysfunctional patient lying in bed and complexed like a soil gimme may disappear from the world.

"Huh... already, come on... ah"

I saw each other.

The children were scared by the appearance of an unrecognizable man and turned sassy behind Liquorice.

Lurking, crushing eyes gather.

"Who?

"Sounds sloppy"

"There's nothing to steal here."

"Guys, let's go outside."

Liquorice pushed the backs of the children who admired herself and drove them out to the front door and the courtyard opposite. When he makes sure that the little figure disappears, he puts his hand on his hips and turns back to Shoji.

"What is it?

"I have a potion. Can we build the same thing as this guy?

Perfect potion hidden in the inside pocket of the jacket. Handing over the vial, Liquorice closed one eye and gazed at the contents. Shake chappy and check viscosity.

"Hmm... shall we analyze"

He nodded and walked back to the laboratory crossing.

Shoji followed that little back. I tried to sound something, but my eyes weren't away from the potion, so I felt a slight sense of superiority. Percivel potion is a product. I don't feel bad about being glanced at by a state alchemist.

When we got to the lab where the antiseptic carpet was laid, a dozen or so people in white had gone home. Liquorice sucked the perfect potion at the point and put it on the component analyzer.

It has a set of barrel shaped small magic conductor machines and a square weighing machine. Bububububu, the machine sounded, and the component analysis sheet was coined on the display.

"Hmm...... I see, about four points, you have a mix of things that don't hit. Is that an illegal potion?"

Sitting at his desk, checking for strange technical characters, Liquorice said pale.

Not to blame, but to confirm the facts?

"You see?

"I understand. If it's high potion, accommodate it. But it's quite a recovery potion."

"It's the best."

"Maybe."

Shoji opened his hands and showed them to such things as included.

"It's like you said you could make something better."

"You can make it. This producer is putting on the brakes… As far as possible, they make it a spirit medicine that doesn't have excessive effects on the human body. He must be nice, even though he's practicing."

I know very well - Liquorice's worried face also seems pitiful.

This may be an area where only alchemists know each other.

Nevertheless, Shoji deliberately decided to provoke Liquorice because he wanted to know her skill.

"He's my alchemist. But if it's just your mouth, you can say anything. I want to see what happens."

"Well... fine"

The key was removed from the experimental desk drawer. There is a "drug vault" and a plate.

Liquorice disappeared into the room and brought a round bottom flask a few minutes later.

It shines golden and has a terrible light intensity.

Just like the perfect potion, it's a beautiful shade to sigh on.

"This is..."

"of elixir potion… it's an experiment"

"You can make it?

"We've already got some of the" Chapter "... so this is probably how we'll build it, the prototype. The potency isn't perfect...... but even this isn't working. It's not enough."

Review beautiful spiritual medicines as lacking.

Beyond the obsession that makes even shade peek, do you find some sort of reaching point?

"I see, who do you want to cure?

Liquorice turned a blind eye.

He punches his eyes and is surprised that he has spotted his heart and guts.

"I'm a respected, important person. You taught me the secret alchemy. After I decided to get started on this path, I decided that I would repay you."

"That's a long way to go. Even if you broke up with Leskia, who's in love, you wanted to do it?

"Yeah, no strays, no hesitations, nothing. We're on our way. I love the captain, and I still want to lick him all over my body, but that's only desire by carnal desire and love"

There were a few problem remarks, but Liquorice affirmed in a sincere manner.

Respect - I guess it's about Wild Jack.

Sure, it should be over sixty men.

What is the secret to charisma just getting respect from the alchemists?

"Sister."

"Are you okay?

"Not bullied?

A far-flung, beefy voice. The children appeared out of the door.

The call without a tongue is sad.

He looks worried and peeks at his half, frightened by Shoji's face.

"Don't be hot."

"Yeah, we have a bunch of babies and kids without pickups. Because he is very enthusiastic about charity. Yes, yes, it's dinner time, so let's get together in the dining room hey!

Liquorice slaps her hands down and heads under the kids. I thought, looking away at my back.

Respectful, important person.

A loved one of Wild Jack's - of his family, his wife is dead.

I should have had a single daughter who was born late in life. There was a girl also called you, Princess. Was it Elle Julius? Sick and weak, they never go out in public, and even suspect their existence.

"Well, I'll take the elixir potion."

Shoji deserved to be a bandit and snatched away the hidden golden potion.