Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

The village became a fort.

No, I didn't mean to. When I rebuilt the old village fence as well as the round fence that surrounds the field, it just became like a full-fledged wooden fortress for the price.

The Marutai fence is about three metres high and surrounds the village. A few gaps opened for peeping holes look like arrow spans. I didn't make it intentionally, but of course it would work as an arrow narrow. The top of the pile and its supporting round-tails are sharpened and pointed to prevent entry from the outside. Looks like backwoods, very aggressive impression.

... Yeah, that's a fort. Perfect if you have a moat. There is some theory that the Castle did not actually exist overnight in Minamata, but Fort Dantes was really built overnight or in half a day. I made it. I've crossed Fujiyoro.

"... what army are you going to fight?"

Looking up at the Marutai fence, the village chief with his hands on his waist leaks a frightened voice. Leaving it to the discretion of the designer can sometimes do this kind of anticipation diagonal. All this can't be helped because it's the instinct of a creature called the Creator. I just have to say 'It's unexpected' to all the brothers in the Bai Oo family. My dad's not a dog, though.

Whatever it is, this concludes my work in the village. After this, he will return to Dorton and then head back to Marquis Hugo territory. That's in a hurry too. Oh, I need to see how John is before I do.

It's been a long time since I've been home, but I couldn't slow down at all. If you catch your sister Jasmine and come back, now it's time to relax. Me, when this job is done, I'm going back to the village to relax. Why can't you flag me, me!

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It was my first reunion in roughly six months, but John was perfectly as usual. I'm confirming that I have feelings when I first encounter them, so I don't think it means I don't feel lonely. Perhaps the feeling of time is different from ours. I feel like it's not much different for six months or ten years. Life expectancy is doubtful, a mysterious life called a dungeon. Unlike creatures who scratch their feet in a certain life like ours, I guess they don't need to rush or rush. I envy you.

The development seems to be going well.

The number of hierarchies remains the same, but the area is considerably wider. It used to be about one dome stadium, but it has been expanded to about one or five. It's only been less than six months and it's been growing tremendously. I wondered where the hell you got that kind of magic from and tried to communicate with the dungeon core, and apparently there was a huge horde of hobgoblins in the neighborhood.

The first tier is John's (sometimes ours) feeding demon breeding hierarchy, an area that has improved the nature of the great forest it captures. Outside light through the crystals descends from the columns that support the ceiling, and bushes and sediments are lush blue on the decaying soil floor. The gushing groundwater is creating streams and moisturizing the provisional first earth. He is raising the Giant Horn (Bull Demon) that he has kept alive there. In short, it's a demonic ranch.

After we embarked on our journey, it seems there were several times that hobgoblins broke into the ranch and hunted the Giant Horn. It doesn't have to be a giant horn to grow anything, but hobgoblins aren't nice. I hope it's highly fertile, but it attacks humans and the demonic stones are small, plus the meat is not good. I have no merit in growing it. I wish I was a pig. Those guys, because they're so fertile and the meat is delicious.

That's why I had instructed John to dispose of the hobgoblins as soon as he saw them, apparently a pretty big herd was born, and he was going to dispose of quite a few. We were away from the Great Forest, and the Dorton adventurers, powerful enough to work in the Great Forest, hadn't come back yet, so I guess we didn't make it. I'm glad I didn't overflow from the Great Forest. Good job, John!

They recovered the Demon Stone from its disposed hobgoblins and used its magic to expand the hierarchy. Every demon stone is small, but if the numbers gather, the amount of magic is huge.

It's still small as a ranch, so let's expand at this rate for a while. More and more giant horns, a steady supply of beef. All-you-can-eat BBQ shabu-shabu! Nice!

So there's generally no problem with the dungeon.

"The dungeon will be well nurtured, or Eli fearful burns for humans."

"It's no problem because it's not a threat! Besides, it's what Beat does!

"Because I'm the boss, let's not"

"Oh, I can't help that. Ugh."

No problem! So I decide to go home to Dorton.

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"" "Welcome back, sir! (Pecori)" "

Returning to Dorton's mansion, the children greeted us all. The girls are wearing matching mini camouflage clothes, and Basil is wearing black pants and vests. It has the same design as the uniform used in the Border Sets Inn. It's like a scholarship when you put it on a kid, and it's very smiling.

"Welcome back, boy. What do you say, we all try to make it? Isn't she cute?"

"... helped"

"I'm home, Samantha, Daisy. Yeah, nice. They're all cute."

It was Samantha's job. It's such a good idea to get the kids in uniform. It's not just cute or functional. There is no other design, so you can see at a glance that it is my associate.

What worries me about working as an adventurer is still the kids I leave behind. Even if there's nothing wrong with everyday life, this place is overflowing with the adventurous city of Dorton, the desolate. If you are a child, you may be entangled or roughly treated.

But if you find out you're my associate, you can deter it. Whatever you say, he's an associate baron. You should want to avoid being punished for disrespect with your hands on nobility. To let you know that, an item called a uniform at a glance is very efficient. Even if you can get involved without knowing, knowing and getting involved is unlikely to be the first thing. Idiots involved in uniform cops, they don't.

"That's good. Beat's servant deserves it."

"Right? They're popular in the city, too!

"You can see at a glance all the people involved in" Neck Hunting Rat (Vorpal Rat) "

"If you give me the name of" Neck Hunting Rat, "I'll avoid even the Bandit Guild."

"... works great"

Is that it? "Because I'm a neck hunting rat," not "Because I'm a nobleman"? Are my two names so synonymous with fear? Um, I don't give a shit, but if it's for the safety of the kids, well, okay.

... okay?