Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

Not for fifteen nights running out on stolen motorcycles, an eight-year-old night out in the sea on a stolen pirate ship. How premature. No, don't you usually steal pirate ships even at the age of fifteen?

To the only remaining pirate ship in the harbor, the rescued girls packed the treasures from the Lordship Hall, along with the wind magic and thought boxes and stuff, and we're all on our way to Gizan.

Unfortunately, I didn't get any information about Mr. Aristotle, but I was able to exorcise the pirates and get the treasure, so let's be good. The investigation has only just begun.

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The Governor's office was on the third floor of the building. There was a treasure trove down to the first floor on the stairs that could only go down through the hidden doors there. Stone built, no windows anywhere. If I stay here for a long time, I'm going to run out of acid. But you don't have to worry about that anymore. I cut the top off the second floor. The clouds were out, but the stars you could see from that gap were beautiful.

In addition to leather bags containing large gold coins, gold coins, and other currencies, the treasure trove was lined up narrowly with potentially expensive items, such as golden pots and daggers filled with jewels. There were also a number of objects that showed signs of demonic tools. It's a treasure. Yeah, he looks like a pirate.

There was also a terribly beautified portrait of the little fat governor. Why are you putting your portrait in the treasure trove! Regardless, I decided to throw it away because I don't need it. Drawing in nose hair and takobu is awkward.

That wasn't all I found. Depending on how they were used, they also found objects that were likely to create more value than gold and silver treasures. That was a directive from the central government of Nolan to the Governor General, or information.

There are many seemingly unobstructed contents, such as reminders of tax forecast reports and budget announcements for the period. However, there are also a number of short texts that are clearly coded and unintelligible, as well as directives that show possible typographical errors in official documents. Probably a cipher. So it's a command that the public can't give. If I can analyze it, it could be a diplomatic trump card. I decided to unravel it and make it a souvenir to the village chief. The riddle is the gamer's blood making a scene.

There were five boxes of magic props in total. In addition to what was piled on the three pirate ships that attacked Gizan, two were placed in factory-like places in the harbor. I knew there was a spare. This is going to be good money if you sell it to the state. You can sell it to a merchant. Shall I sell it to Mr. Tonerico (Merchant of Wang Du) or Mr. Hassan (Commercial Guild Manager of Trading City)?

For the hard work, I'm honestly glad there's a lot of fruit in it.

I've been working for a long time since yesterday, but if I'm a salarier, I'll only pay for overtime. It's impossible to take a whole lot of money. Adventurers are great!

Was the pirate ship pre-maintained or there was little loading on board? Thanks to this, I was able to load all my treasures. Instead, the food wasn't loaded at all, so I needed a lot of work to get it out of the warehouse.

This ship would be some money if it sold too. Mmm, I made money!

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The ship is travelling quietly through the sea at night. There is little shaking. There are no people on the deck, and the lights are on even though there are no lamps at the tip. This looks like a ghost ship now. Shall I put the skeleton on the deck?

This ship is now moving with my planar magic. It surrounds the ship in a plane and moves it about the height of the water. There's no one in my crew who can move the ship. I have no choice.

Even if you don't have to go through all that trouble, it's actually the quickest way to get home with a submarine, but this time there are people who aren't with me. I want to avoid discovering magic. If it were any faster, it would be obliterated by the power of the magic props. I don't know, blur. I don't know.

The children who have rescued them, but are now being seen by Lucas in the cabin. No, nursing or nursing care because you're not sick? Anyway, I'm looking after you.

You should be carefully wiping your scratchy body with a wet cloth, dressing me or Daisy's spare clothes, feeding her warm thin flavored bread porridge and letting her sleep on an unspoilt blanket.

I was removed from my care because I had to move the ship and my husband had to do some chores. Well, there's three girls. I have no objection either.

I don't even think it's a shame. No matter how many girls you say, you're thin and galloping. I don't have a sexuality as special as I can desire with that. He's about my age in the first place. If I see a floating bare bone, maybe, I'm too pathetic to cry again.

From what I've heard cholo when I put them on the boat, they've been grabbed by Ende, not Gizan. Sure, you haven't seen the Beast Man in Gizan. They say Noran and Ende are also bordering on the mountains, and they must have finally entered a state of engagement.

They say the village was raided by Nolan's army and most adults were killed. Apparently only the young daughter and child were kept alive and brought to Nolan. And they said they were all chained up and illegally enslaved, each sold. I get angry just imagining what happened to your young daughters.

Looks like these four were bought by that little fat governor as pets about two months ago. But not for fun, for abuse. He was incarcerated in that basement from the day he was brought in, and he wasn't fed his meals on a busy basis, and he was naked and assaulted to beat him. He wanted to be thankful for what he did to the inferior beasts and the inferior people. Seriously, you didn't make it easy to die, that scum!

It's not the only salvation...... but he said he wasn't only sexually assaulted. To a boulder, could you not see a girl as old as your own daughter as a sexual object? Or didn't you really see it as the same person?

Well, if that (...) is what you want, you don't buy boys. Unless it's a special preference.

... Dog-eared boy and little fat middle-aged...... whoa, I just imagined a little bit of goosebumps!? Let's not think about it any more. That's enough in a thin book. I don't read it though.

I don't mind rescuing them like that, but I have a few problems getting them home to Ende.

One is that we are at war now.

Border security will be tighter, and I don't think the remnants can cross the border very much. You'll be able to break in in in secret, but then you won't be able to stand up and act. Poor behavior can also lead to being chased as a questioner. I can't help you, but I can't help you. If we're taking him back, it will be after the war is over.

The other thing is that they're not feeling well.

The burden on the body is small if carried by my planar magic, but I want to avoid magic being discovered by those who are not slaves either. That would mean traveling on foot or in a regular carriage, but they don't have enough strength to travel today. It will take more than a month to recover. I want to avoid long journeys until then.

Finally, this is the biggest problem, but it means they don't want to go home.

Returning to your hometown village, there are just ruins there. No family, no acquaintance, no one. There's no point in going home.

Travel and migration are life-threatening because there is a familiar danger of demons in this world. It's not something helpless villagers can easily do. Inevitably, most people end their lives in a settlement where they were born and raised, and relatives also concentrate on that settlement. This means that all relatives are either killed or enslaved, and that no other settlement has relatives to rely on. Somehow, that's an unsaved story.

"... I wonder what's going on"

"What is it?

I was blurry in front of the steering wheel, and Cristella called me from behind. You've been a little distracted by your thoughts. I didn't realize.

"Yeah, about those kids. You mean you're from Ende, you can't keep it in the army, can you? Although a friendly country, there is no reason for the military to protect humans in other countries."

"Right. If you're an official ambassador or trader, you'll get protection, but it'll be hard for you to be just a civilian child."

"Right. Well, I don't know if we'll have to take care of it until we get better, and then we'll just have to let them decide first."

"I think that's a good idea. As it is now, it is only a matter of wild death or distress that you become a slave. I saved the corner, and it's vain to waste it."

That's right. Whatever happens in the future, throwing it out like this is not sleeping well. Let's think about what's ahead then. I'm tired now, and I can't think of anything.

"Dear Beat, are you okay? You were shaking, weren't you?

Something tells me Cristella's voice is far away. Ah, this is that one. Nearly switched off. It's late at night, and I've worked quite a bit today. I didn't even use magic. Instead, I've always been good at it.

But falling asleep like this doesn't taste good. We need to park the ship somewhere and anchor it... fold the sail too...

"Sorry, I'm sleepy now... go to sleep... and say hello..."

"Dear Beat!? Dear Beat!!"

I managed to use the plane to fold the sails and anchor them down, but that was the limit. Consciousness falls into the abyss of sleep.

Sinking in the darkness of a gentle sleep, he said, 'The ship is rowing the boat even though it has parked. I don't know,' it's a secret I've been thinking about. Oh, in a direction where there's no 'consciousness sinks and ships sinks' or anything.

I don't know.