Hazure Skill “Kage ga Usui” o Motsu Guild Shokuin ga, Jitsuha Densetsu no Ansatsusha

Three days later, me and Roger and Dee got together in front of the house.

We recruited adventurers by publicizing the face, but there were no adventurers to join, whether the timing was bad or the risk still seemed greater.

Neil and Roger, adventurers I know well, were on a long quest and were not in town.

"Hey, you, the eagle just told me to help you, Master Lily. But it is you who are instructed to do so. So eagles fight at their discretion. All right? Please help me, I don't have anything to do with it, do I?

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"Dee on the avant-garde, I'll do anything else. I don't know... I don't think I need you most."

"Nah... I was told to help him, what is the eagle's position... what will happen...?

"It works at your discretion, doesn't it?

"If you help me, I will have betrayed the life of Master Lyrila...! That's troubling..."

In Roger's mind, he thought I would always ask for help.

"You're a guerrilla. There are no talents who can do both before and after."

"Huh, huh - you bet, you bet! Leave it to the eagle!

I felt like I handled Roger better.

Conversely, the front and rear are solid, so I don't have to play games.

Give each of your colleagues a bag that they have prepared in cooperation.

"It contains water, portable food, and then rope. Check it out. And then we'll map it out if we can afford it. And paper and pen for it."

You can install the 'gate' later and return to the guild if you don't have enough supplies.

"Your Highness... take this..."

Lyla, who snuck out the door, gave me a flat box wrapped in a handkerchief.

"Oh, for lunch, there is... oh, good luck with your work...!

When I said it in the light, I pulled right in.

"La, Lady Lyrila, or cute... the most powerful cute..."

Roger was stuffy as he bled his nose.

Dee with the bag on his back prompted us to leave town behind.

According to the map, there is its entrance about northwest of the town of Rahati.

It's not uncommon for a magical trick to be lifted and a path to the basement paved the way.

Or it could just have expired.

Then I guess there's a wax that I purposefully covered with magic.

Coming to a place like that, the stairs buried in the soil left a slight contour.

Surrounded by unnaturally served dirt and sand everywhere.

"I feel remnants of magic. Instead of breaking the line that leads us here, it must have expired and blew up with Dokan."

Behind the stairs is a cave that goes underground.

The width is narrow enough for two people to go through, about two meters tall, and depending on the location, you might catch your head.

When you look at Dee, you nod and take the lead.

"I knew it would be better in the dark, calm down Wow"

Next, Roger, I was in charge.

We prepared a lantern and went ahead lighting the fire with the flaming magic 'Match'.

Inside, I smelled moisture and mold.

It is ancient, but easy to walk on stone roads and no sign of demons.

"What is this place?"

For a moment, and Roger looking around.

"You're here to find out."

"I know that"

"There's a lot of sand and dust. Maybe it's a closed place from time immemorial."

I wondered what kind of underground labyrinth it was, and I found that people were putting their hands on it.

Without getting lost, he sometimes stops and rests, eating lunches made by Lyla.

In between, I'll draw a map.

They peeked at it.

"Well, well. Dear loran...... cute ♡"

"Heh, heh. You, what, that's... oh, shit."

I saw the map I drew. The two of you dull laugh.

"You know enough."

I look at my map again.

... No, I think you'll see.

Roger will rewrite my map.

"Oh, you're good. And it's so easy to understand."

"I guess so. Hey, Ningen, your specs are different. Cook!"

I don't think it makes that much difference...

"I'll leave the mapping to Roger"

"You have no choice! Leave it to the eagle!

Roger, who got the role, was eager.

I thought I was kind of like a dog.

Further down, there was an old door.

It was locked with human magic, so using 'dispel' it was easily opened.

After a while, a long staircase continued downstairs.

Around, blue stones, like constant night lights, were placed at equal intervals, illuminating a strip of blue and white.

I finally saw the whole thing clearly.

On the left and right side of the stairs was placed a bench, which looked like some kind of seat.

Underneath the seat, which seems to be quite high, is a bit of a square.

The three of us looked around.

"Circular, seat-like bench. Below it is the square...... a place to see some spectacle, or...?

"Pretty much still smells like blood. Wow"

The blade wound is in various parts of the wall.

The walls were choosy or missing.

It would be someone's, with black blood on it like stains.

"Arena."

Don't fall for it.

But there's no dust in the passenger seat. It seems to be used regularly.

Then we hid in the shadows because there were signs of people.

"Is there a separate entrance from where we came from?"

"Sounds like it. Then the eagles came in..."

I wonder if it's an emergency exit or something.

Watching how things were going, more and more people arrived at the passenger seat, about two or three hundred people.

All of them are superior.

I find myself a nobleman or a wealthy merchant.

We sat in the right seat pretending to be guests.

'Thank you very much for waiting. Deadline for your vote, odds have changed slightly'

A fluent voice of a man like MC was heard, and letters were reflected on the ground of the arena.

Not only does it make fighting a spectacle, but it also seems to involve a beating.

There's a line of opposing cards, names like that, and odds numbers.

There were also one-on-one matches and one-to-many.

This seems to be the spectacle of this one.

"Be sure to enjoy the show starting with" Slave Hunting "in the front seat and ending with" Death Fight "in the main event"

Ba, and the lights lit the whole square, and men and women with numbers from 1 to 10 on their backs scattered across the square.

An unusual amount of heat spreads through the space.

I started screaming out loud at the number I had wagered.

"Number six, show me your guts!

"Number two! At least stay in the top three!

"Gahahaha, you're crying number nine!

In the meantime, a half-naked man with muscles appeared.

An axe is held in one hand and an axe is held in the other.

The audience who saw him cheered simultaneously.

The game, to be brief, is a mess.

The only difference is that if you get caught, you get killed miserably, and you have a guest who enjoys it, and so much so that there's no escape anywhere.

"Bad taste... why are we doing this to each other"

"So Ningen is an inferior race."

The two of them were seeping discomfort into their expressions.

"The eagles won't have ten minutes to kill everyone here."

"Wait."

Grab Roger's arm I tried to get up and let him sit down.

"Why stop!

"It will work temporarily, but on this scale. If we don't find out who's behind the hosting, it won't be a solution."

If it's something you can do, it's the same thing I want to do.

At a time when the guests have nobility, the organizers can see that they are of some high status.

"Besides, if the three of us move, we'll make a scene."

But if it's just me...

The runaway No. 7 girl has been caught by a ghost.

"Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no!"

Everyone and he laughed when they saw him crying for his life.

Totally bad chest shit.

I tried to fly and ran down the stairs and popped out into the place where the mess would take place.

Use skills at the same time.

"Gaga, gaga, gaga!"

A ghost who laughs like a retard and laughs in a nitwit.

He was about to wave the violin down against the girl.

I approach behind my back in an instant and take the axe in my opposite hand.

I waved it to my power.

Baznnnn...

From the neck, the top dances into the universe.

away from the bodies that would get your attention, all at once.

Skills expire -.

There are 360-degree audience eyes, but only one spot is dead.

It was at the same time I ran to the entrance and dived myself in.

The venue turned.

"Nah - what the hell is that, what happened!?

"My neck, blown away?

"Ha ha! Glad to see the ghost die again!

The crazy one, too, was in there.

I suppose you also think this is a performance by the organizers.

Girl number seven, who had always seen me, came running this way.

Plus the other nine who realize it, they come to flee.

"Oh, um... you helped me... thank you, thank you"

"I'm not saved yet."

The route we came from was deserted and there was no guard.

"We're getting out of here. And I'm going to untie you. Follow me."

Structurally, it had claws somewhat in the direction of exiting that aisle.

He succeeded in defeating two or three seemingly blocked guards and letting ten slaves escape from the emergency exit.