Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Did that happen..."

"Well, exotic cultures have to be respected."

"And whether we forgive it or not, it's not the story!

Cress, Alaina, and Petra.

Once again, the three men gathered in Captain Even's cabin will tell each of them what they saw and heard. It's already late at night, but nobody's making it a problem. Not so long ago, it was shocking.

And it gave me a uniformly difficult look - it was the same with Captain Even, who knew the circumstances well.

"Well, Serra..."

Are you sad or happy?

From the face engraved with traces from numerous voyages, it is difficult to read emotions.

Don't go into personal circumstances, Alana confirms the policy.

"Well anyway, what do you do there?

"Of course, I want to help!

"Right. I know it won't be a fundamental solution..."

Then again, that's the way to go.

Once again, where the objectives could be confirmed, the agenda reverts to normal.

How to free a slave from a man's farm called Moreno.

"I'm going to Moreno's a few times. At that time, make contact with Serra and tell her you're here to help."

"... Aren't you suspicious?

"Very, very suspicious."

If you tell it, believe it or be suspected, it is inevitable that it will become a rumor among the slaves. If so, Moreno is more likely to be alert.

"But I want to take precedence over that."

"... well. More than that, should we be able to get you to move when we're going to help"

Kress also agreed to the policy.

Saying that an exotic human, with little edge or itch, came suddenly to help, would just end up being suspicious. Then take some risks. But you better hope.

But things move far beyond expectations.

"Let it be, Captain!

"Get in."

Captain Evan responded instantly to Knock's call from the outside.

I tell the sailors not to let anyone through.

I mean, it's an emergency.

What came in was a sailor apprentice boy who was able to communicate with Archeron's son of his will.

He was at Arkeron's waiting offshore until earlier, and when he returned to the ship aboard his son Arkeron, he said he came across something strange.

"A woman came running in and said she needed to talk to the captain."

"Woman?"

Captain Evan, always sedentary and calm, stood up unexpectedly.

"Yes. I'm Selah. I told Evan I'd know. That's all, but you don't look like you're lying, you're so desperate."

"Where are you?"

"Yes?

"Where is Selah?"

He jumps up on the spot, not a metaphor, and sees a sailor because his leg injury was terrible.

A sailor apprentice boy had told him that much, and Captain Even had popped out of the captain's office like a deserter.

"Is it spring?"

"It's romance, isn't it? Right?"

Serra said she couldn't escape alone, the reason she escaped alone.

Approximately the thriving women, Cress couldn't help but feel ominous.

"Surprisingly, that was fast."

Cress, standing on deck, said as he captured a group of people approaching the ship with enhanced vision with Satya's spell. There is no tremor in my voice. Totally as usual.

"Thank you to Lord Serra for letting me know."

In the shadows of the night, it is a movement of more than a hundred armed groups. It's a rather slow walk to be vigilant, but if you look consciously, you can't possibly even notice it.

Alaina, to whom no spell had been granted, also felt signs of an approaching group - you could call it the army.

"Hey, why not? How can you stay flat?

Serra, who tried to escape with her life and informed me of this raid. Although there was an ironic circumstance in which the watch on slaves was diminished because of sending out private soldiers, we arrived earlier only because the soles of our feet ran through so much that they were blurry.

Even so, if Captain Even took me out to the deck, there was a man and a woman looking at it as a matter of course.

Anger, confusion won't be necessary either.

"I wonder if it's because I've had the experience of fighting people who were called heroes."

To her like that, shrugging her shoulders, Cress replied.

Among other things, King Alsace and his grandfather Eldrick. Or, if Ray Cruz had a comparable presence, he would have definitely floated.

But that's not how they see you, and there's no sign of such a strong man in the first place.

Most of all...

"Well, there's no such thing as a sudden battle against demons in Naruto."

"That's an odd encounter! I, too, have that experience!

- In the sense of experience, Alana and Petra were more out of standard.

"Is that it? You two have more harsh experiences?

"It's okay, Cress. Normally, all of a sudden you don't go to Nara."

I'm not bragging about my misfortune. I know that, but what about as a man, who seems more at peace than two women?

Such a cress, Satya can fool.

Looking sideways at it, the slave woman - Captain Evan with Serra's shoulder - said abominably.

"This is my mistake..."

"Maybe you showed me white gold coins?

"Does that mean you're here to take it?

Alana tells me it's such a short circuit.

Moreno's movements were so awkward that Allena shrugged her shoulders, far from the word "far-fetched".

"Maybe it just wasn't attacked on the way home."

"Anyway, the rest of the ship is with me... but did you think"

The recovered Cress also nods to Captain Even's speculation.

This is not the case if you are choosing the means.

"I want you to drop me off. We have to get back to everyone."

"Huh? It's going to be a fight. Don't put me in danger."

"Fight? Aren't you going to run away?

Serra glances at Captain Ibn's face wondering what's going on.

After all, I just thought it was something to get the ship out and get past the raid.

"We're here to take the humans from that farm and take them to the North."

Make sure you're ready, like you're ready.

Captain Evan, slowly, clearly, to Serra. Tell everyone on deck.

"So the summer bugs that fly into the fire are that way! Defeat those guys and march to the farm. Give me the treasure and I'll go with the triumph."

To Captain Evan's proclamation, Cress smiled.

Ever since I came to this country, I've been bewildered for a long time. At the end of the day, simplicity won't punish you.

That seems to have been the same for Allena, who asks sailors to gather the Hellenic cleric warriors dispersed on the ship.

"Wait, wait. For your information at this time, I have a letter from my master…"

Along with a lot of cash, the envelope Yut gave to Petra.

There was a piece of paper in there with his own advice, if only it would be helpful in an emergency.

Petra retrieves the letter she held dearly without letting go of her skin and checks the contents with a small light lit with little magic (cantrip).

"... That's right, Master"

It was noted, a last resort.

They tell it to him, and no one but Petra is confused by him. No, I doubt my sanity.

"Where and when? What makes you say such insane things? It's like a lunatic delusion."

"The insane man was able to use magic drugs (potions) for your injuries at all costs."

But if it works, it's more efficient than this - more importantly, it's painful.

"Absurd indeed, but that great magician (Arch Mage) wouldn't make such a suggestion without a chance"

"Yes, sir."

"It's okay, because it's a master's operation!

"... you bastards! We're leaving the harbor! Sail! Because it's night, it doesn't matter!

Having had a quick meeting and unloading the Cress on the ground, Captain Even leaves the Tubassa to run the ship to the sea at night.

All the way, under Emperor Turtle Archeron.

"Did they notice?"

Despite the night, several ships leave the port to slip.

Seeing that, Moreno's head of escort, who was leading a private soldier, realized the failure.

But at the same time I was aware that I had a chance to redeem my honor.

"There's still one left. Just get that one and Master Moreno will be delighted."

The morale of the private soldiers led by the man recovers as he sees it.

A glowing noble ship, even in the midst of the dark night. If you get that one, there's more to make up for the failure you couldn't take away the white gold coin.

But they should have noticed.

Why, there's only one ship left.

Even if it's impossible, such as running late.

"It has been given to us by the Hellenonian god and we are looking at the Tubasa and so on and so on!

"It was Lady Valtrude who gave it to you..."

"It's a trivial thing!

Two girls stood in front of the indiscreet Moreno private soldiers. Behind it, moreover, he also refrained from the Clerical Warriors of the Hellenonian God.

"If you want to get in the way, don't let him live."

"Even if he's alive, if he gets caught, he'll just be enslaved"

Petra steps forward and faces the man of the escort she meets in Moreno's mansion.

Cress and Satya are accompanied by Captain Even and others to engage in a fateful operation. In other words, the only battle forces here are the Alanas and Petra's people (parties).

"But it's better than dying."

"No, it won't"

Petra pokes at the Magic Gear (Magic Item) and the Demon Spear of the Knowledge God (Spear of Zeras) conceded from Yut.

"Fireball"

And the spell that was in the spear was unleashed.

Though the man avoided his hair, the private soldiers behind him, they don't either.

The flames go wild with the roar, illuminating the darkness all night long.

"Bye."

"Hih, it's fire!

Next, fireballs were also fired from the ship, about 100 metres away, and landed inside a group of private soldiers.

Indeed, the fireball spell unleashed was one. But there are multiple explosions, big explosions, knocking down an elephant.

One was a magician (wizard) named Nella. The other is a flamethrower firebomb fired by Degal, a Dwarf bandit (Rogue), from a stone thrower (catapult) on the Tubasa, but the raiders have no reason to know.

Besides, it wasn't that close.

"It is to go!

It's not Alaina who misses that gap.

He storms with the priests (Priests) and cleric warriors. It's like being stung in a state of disruption, and there's nothing more I can do about this.

(Over there, I'll take care of it)

Then, Petra targets a man who shudders in front of her.

Feeling the will, the man who returned to me reassembled the Lunar Knife (Simitar) on both arms like a rock, relative to Petra.

"Goldom."

"Petra Chernov"

Each other, raise a name.

But that's all. There is no need to exchange words.

It was Goldom who took the lead.

Swing the Lunar Knife like a storm and gently push Petra to the side of the fight. If it weren't for the spear of the magic fixture, it could have been cut off from the pattern.

On the contrary, however, it meant that we were able to deal with a series of strikes that went unnoticed.

Compared to Valtrude.

No, it's a shame to compare.

It's not a comparison.

Petra was feeling her own growth as she calmed down every blow of the Lunar Knife that caused the storm.

That is by no means an illusion.

"Hey, hey."

Petra, who has received a double knife, steps forward big as it is, and steps on the goldom.

A little girl bounces off a chunk of black muscle. A feat that cannot be achieved by force alone or by skill alone.

Between us, we can distance.

Spear time.

"Ha."

"Let it go."

Petra sticks out the spear quickly and Goldom defends it with a double knife.

Earlier flip.

But Petra is not going to make it the same until it turns out.

A fast, sharp storm of penetration, focused on the tip of the limb. It won't be fatal, but if you screw up your defense, a series of attacks will lead to fatal injury. The spirit of Goldom is rapidly shredding.

I can't help it. We must also care about the private soldiers we have led, and the heavy pressures of what happens if we fail. More importantly, I guess a warrior using a spell was unexpected.

(Wins)

Petra, on the other hand, was only thinking about crossing the wall in front of her. If you beat this enemy, you can feel your growth. Therefore, the aim is just to win.

"Win and have your master listen to you!

To Yut, I have a lot to say.

The same goes for my gratitude for saving my mother. I haven't said enough yet. I also want to tell him what I think of his hometown. I would also like to report on my work at the Primary Education Institute. I haven't even been able to mention the celebration of winning the martial arts club in Falve.

That, and more than this. If you win this battle. If this adventure succeeds.

I'm sure I can tell you. Gain courage.

"Hey!

With that thought on board, Petra screamed. No, I could yell.

Abruptly breaks down a series of hits and for a moment, bends his knee.

As it was, he used a spring all over his body to unleash a special thrust.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Let me!

The aim is the heart.

But I won't let you.

Gordom, who realized it, went forward the other way.

Aim for a match. If you're dead, all of you.

At the will of the warrior, wave the double sword down to Petra.

But it doesn't arrive.

I thought I'd pierce my heart. The blow passes by Goldom's side, and Petra runs through it with me.

I took the back.

Petra jumps up on the spot and sidetails dance in the dark night.

Keep it up, flash the spear of the Knowledge God. Strike down Goldom's temples strongly with a stone poke, how the giant sinks.

A blow.

Just settled in one blow.

After this, we were supposed to overlap the offense even more.

I don't even use spells.

Petra was in reverse confused by the fatal hit (critical hit) settlement.

(Is that it? Light, I won)

Totally, is Petra dyed by Valtrude a good thing to gain courage with this degree of victory? Just a little bit, I was on my way.

"Kuhihihihihihihiya"

Moreno, sitting on a capped bed of incoming ships, laughs a luxurious reminder.

After all, one was immersed in delightful delusions, whilst being a cup of lead, the superb grape wine that had been carried from the north.

"With that money, I can expand my farmland. No, is it a good idea to buy out an extra farm? Low revenue, but foam money. Expanding potatoes and tomatoes..."

Moreno loved farm management from the bottom of his heart.

It has already gained enormous wealth from South-specific produce such as sugar cane, pepper and chili. But he wanted to expand it, operate it more efficiently, and reap more.

I remember the simple and pure joy of innocently scaling up and increasing yields.

The thought might have resembled a simulation game.

So I didn't intend to get on Captain Even's offer from the beginning.

But that money is a shame.

To eliminate those two transgressions, Moreno ordered the private soldiers to go out.

Naturally, it's also a criminal activity in this country, but there are as many ways to get rid of it as possible.

Already, in Moreno, that white gold coin belonged to me.

"No, I wish I could buy slaves. Damn, slaves these days, they don't. It's troublesome if you have to choose right away."

With that said, my voice is playing.

Now this moment was the culmination of a man named Moreno.

"Hmm? It's not like it's noisy outside"

Rather than outside, inside the mansion?

Even if I didn't clear my ears, I could hear something like an anger.

"Damn, what are you doing..."

Gordom must have come back from work. Still, it's too noisy.

Moreno opens the bedroom door, surprised that no escort or servant will come to tell him.

A messenger who tells the bottom, without knowing he's there.

"I'm here to get seedlings and seeds from the produce."

"What!? Why aren't the slaves here?

In Moreno's ear, her words do not reach.

I just saw a beautiful woman in shackles with iron balls on her shackles, and she was cheering up.

"I'm not a slave. I'm just doing a typology when I hear they've created the means to fight even in this state. Though it's my style."

"Oh, my God, you know that!

It was a cry of the soul.

If a third party were here, they must have had Moreno's shoulder.

"More than that, why did you let a woman like this through! The escorts, what are you doing!

"I'm asleep. Instead, I put him to sleep. Because your husband keeps your seedlings under control."

"Naturally. There's no one left on my right."

"Well, I'll say it again. Give me that."

"Can you do it!

This, too, was a cry of the soul.

If a third party were present on this occasion, they must have supported Moreno's correctness.

"Without even imagining a counterattack to this extent, did you send out soldiers? You grew up blessed."

But the Divine Divine Divine Body of Power (Avatar) tells you that you deserve it mercilessly.

As a guardian, this degree of return of interest is natural - but I thought so.

Follow a parallel line, a conversation you can't even say when your mouth is torn from discussing.

There, an intruder with a weapon appeared.

"Die."

Guardian warrior slashed from behind.

Lella, not even turning around, shook up her foot with a stuffed leg and struck out with an iron ball that came with that stuffed leg. Go on, shake your own legs down too.

It's a two-step kick.

"Fighting in the South. It's horrible."

"Chi, chi, chi"

No, there's no way, Moreno would have wanted to say.

But I can't say anything more.

Because, like a cat, they grabbed the root and carried it.

Man and beauty with double the difference in weight.

Nevertheless, the beautiful woman approaches the window, wondering if she had lifted Moreno like a bag.

"This is the third floor. - Stop, stop, stop."

Did you think you could throw it away from there?

Moreno makes a scene without himself or the world.

The reaction was only half correct.

Out the window, you're right.

But with Lela grabbing it. I mean, Lella took the moreno and jumped.

"Now, may I show you where the seedlings are?"

"You can do that...... what sound is this or?

The sound of a faraway thunder sounds, and the earth is shaken by shin and shin.

By analogy, giant footsteps?

Lella smiled flashly as she anticipated the “source of the earthquake”.

"The slaves, though left free beforehand..."

I should have been told something I couldn't listen to.

But Moreno was in the realm of oblivion.

"Nhehe. It's flashy and good."

The farm fence was lightly broken and a “source of earthquake” appeared.

Huge head. Huge eyes. Huge mouth. Huge methyl.

Huge, huge, huge beings.

It was Archeron the Imperial Turtle, who had crossed the sea and walked on land.

Traveling island.

Archeron the Imperial Turtle, worthy of calling it that, opens his mouth wide.

It was a ship that came out of there.

Try to lean against the building to avoid falling, and a trading ship that has crossed the ocean stands on the ground.

Slaves staring at the sight.

This situation if you go outside in fear, even though the beauty in shackles and shackles was about to exceed the tolerances just by overthrowing the watch.

I don't know what to do.

"Guys. Whoever wants to go to New Heaven and Earth, get on this ship! I don't have time to get lost!

A voice similar to the anger heard from the deck.

To too many things, they were slaves whose movements had stopped altogether, but they returned to me when they heard a familiar voice.

"What are you staring at! Hurry!"

Serra's annoying voice.

It would be an unscrupulous situation to move quickly, but it is a one-of-a-kind opportunity. I was wondering if you were going to fake it.

I want you to take care of this place.

"You...... Okay, I get it."

Sella gave way to a voice called from behind, bewildered.

I don't have time to ask.

"Thanks"

He smiles transparently and moves until Cress is on the deck.

It was dark and not clearly visible, but I heard the noise and found the slaves coming out to solidify in several groups.

"I'm, I'm called Cress. Just an adventurer."

Neither the name of the Kingdom of Tidrac nor the prestige of Eldrick prevail here.

From the scroll, Kress called out to the bewildered people, asking them to use the theoretical spell of delivering their voices far away - The Voice of the Wind.

Tense, my body trembles.

Hundreds of people are destined for the words to be spoken.

I'm doing it big time.

If it fails, what happens?

When I think about it, I almost tremble to my voice.

"I can't say I fully understand your situation. I can only imagine that the struggle would be hard to put to the brush tongue"

I almost realized I was scared, at that moment.

On a trembling hand, another hand was overlaid.

Whose hand is it? I don't even have to be sure.

I still squeezed my tiny, trembling hand, and Cress yelled.

"But let me dare say it. We have come to save you!

No reaction. There is only confusion.

Still fine, Cress goes on.

"The new heavens and the earth we can prepare are not ideal places. I will struggle with it accordingly, and it will be difficult to do so accordingly. But now I can live a better life. That's all I guarantee."

I'm pitiful.

There's no way to be sure now. We just need to talk about a better economy.

Even with that in mind, Cress couldn't lie. I didn't want to throw up.

"We can't come all the way out here to help ourselves. You'd think so, wouldn't you? Correct. I think the suspicion is correct"

Valtrude Istas.

She would have been more confident and spearheaded people.

But I can't be her. I am, I am.

A lot of people told me that.

So I do the best I can.

"But it's good because it moves beyond the profit and loss account. Don't believe someone. You can doubt me. But I want you to believe that there is good in this world."

Silence ruled the world.

One minute goes by, two minutes goes by.

Cress felt it longer than that.

Eventually, pounding and blurring happens. After a while it began to elect a clear will.

"Oh, oh, I'm going!

"But if you do that..."

"No one's stopping us anymore. Don't you?"

"Yes."

"That's right!

And then, already, the expression hitting an avalanche spread the perfect sight.

Make sure everyone gets on board, and Archeron swallows the ship again.

Then, gently continue along the sea, towards the far north.

Beyond the sea and aiming for a new heaven and earth, they will be called "the first fugitives”.

Legends like fairytales spread secretly, even when banned, and later, helped support the slave liberation movement.