Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

The largest city in the country, the King's Capital Tycoon, is surrounded by such robust walls as not to take a crack at Gramada.

The Royal Castle of Zionne d 'Arc, built by the first king of Lord Tycoon, the ancestor of the country, is famous for its scenic white walls. Although there was no industry of particular note, the tremendous amount of money has been moving since Tsukizione, a huge market that handles famous products collected from various parts of the country, was attracted by the hands of the Prime Minister, and the treasury seems to be quite lubricated from the tax revenues associated with it. It accounts for a quarter of the King's capital. Sounds like it was an out-of-the-box utility. As you can see. The prime minister has thus consolidated his position. By the way, the name of the castle and the market came from the first Duke of Zionne, he said.

I'm waiting for you to come in while Miss Shania tells me that. I was wondering if a nobleman would be able to get in quickly, but there are mercenary regiments and it depends on the order they are waiting for.

I ended up inside the king's capital without being entangled or pushed away by the guards.

Surprised to be able to stay in a big inn competing for one or two in Wangdu. I thought with this number, the mercenary regiment is waiting separately in a nearby inn just because of the shorthand and the people who included us. It seems that a small number of us alone will make three gold coins a night. It's 30,000 manny, about 300,000 yen if you convert the Japanese yen. I'm stunned because it's not a suite, but it is. I still realize that no matter how much money I have, my sense of money is still a small citizen. Affordable accommodation is enough, isn't it, me?

When it comes to room splitting, the Etos use a room for nobility. It is no longer an exaggeration to say that there is a room for upcoming practice. We are in the same room as Eleanor and Tina for some reason.

I still realized that Mr. Utosa's story about the King's capital was true. It is very cold to look at Tina, who was acting together. Especially the younger generation of humans had their gaze pointed against her as if to see dirt. If you listen to me, there are things like temple houses built in various parts of the country, and what I learned there, they get that kind of education very quickly. It's like brainwashing, dude. It reminds me of the incident in Gramada and twinkles my eyebrows out of disgust with my mentor.

Eto, distracted from the environment, took Tina to the same inn. Finally, curious, I assume she wants to hear all sorts of stories from that guy. Mr. Etruscan, who has been obliged to rest since the fall and returned to look like a samurai, is always holding back to his side. I guess Eto's character pulled her in because of a situation where he wanted to play around in the king's capital, but he couldn't do it either. They have a sight in the Royal Castle before the Martial Arts Festival, so I want you to feel better by then.

Even though he hid it in Eto's favor, he couldn't treat it as a refresher, but he ended up in the same room as us. Just fine, would you like Eleanor to take classes with you when you learn to direct? It would be good for her if she could remember it was good.

I don't have time to calm down. Me and Miss Eleanor are taking Miss Shania to the arena. for the reception of a militant festival to be held in three days' time.

Venues like the giant Colosseum were already overflowing with people. There are shops standing around and everyone is thoughtfully discounting them. It seems that there are also gambling events for each match card, and now there are people with ideas about what kind of participants are going to spread the lower horse review and who to put it on.

"I'm Eleanor, I'm here on behalf of Gramada. Thank you for your participation."

With that said, I shall submit a document bearing the stamp of Mr. Amiral and the Duke.

The receptionist's expression that was confirming it was cloudy. Running to check on my men in a hurry for a few minutes to wait. I hear from my returning men. I turn back to you with a frightened face.

"I'm sorry. Only men are eligible for this martial arts festival. However, I just checked that apparently the letter sent to Gramada was defective due to a mistake on the part of the person in charge and that part was not listed."

Together with the receptionist who explains that as he lowers his head.

"We can't override that with our authority, so it's up to you to have another player in this case. I'm so sorry."

The three of us are moving to a nearby tea shop if we have no choice but to stay on this spot for now. There are stories I don't want to be asked about, and it seems to calm me down while I rent a private room for a cup of tea. Miss Shania looks at you with the look on her face. Normally, the sober Eleanor also wrinkles between her eyebrows about how angry she is.

"Totally. What's wrong with coming here and discovering such deficiencies?"

"You're in trouble. If we stay like this, Gramada will be treated like an abstention."

That's what I'm saying. We both see me as a flicker. Uh, I knew it would be that kind of flow. But I thought it might be a problem to show strength in front of virtual enemies, you! Correct, that's the problem for me. But it is here that it comes to fruition that I hit the fabric stone in advance.

"Okay. I'm leaving."

Ooh, control the two people who tried to raise their voices and continue the words.

"However, I have a little bit of a convenience, and I'm going to take these steps."

- Transformation!

If I think about it in my head, my figure will instantly turn into something equipped with a set of Warcraft gear.

'There are a few circumstances. Treat me as an adventurer [Nove] when I look like this. Mr. Amiral and the others have been working together to issue an ID guild card. "

The full-face mets are changing the voice to a creeping voice, and if you hear this voice, you won't be able to judge it to be me. In my hand is a dummy guild card. There it is firmly engraved with Gramada-affiliated Adventurer Nove.

Something tells me Miss Shania is shivering when she sifts, but is it also a distrust of what she had prepared in advance?

"Nice, nice, this. Nice. I wish I could too."

No. The masked lady seems to be a favorite who wants my gear set. He's touching me all over the place. I especially like the full-face mets and beat and touched them with Concon. I just tried to cheek and pull back on Mr. Eleanor...

"No, I'm sorry. I think I'm getting excited. I'll explain it to my sister and everyone, so I want you to compete with Nob Sada and Nov. If I could, I'd be glad to win because I want the guys who did the lazy work to blow bubbles."

Oh, I knew you felt that way. I thought it might be a far-fetched operation, too. I know you cut off the rep for personal use, but it's too much relief. Shall we make a big mess here? I hide everything I hide.

Return Mr. Eleanor straight to the inn and Miss Shania and I will return to the reception. I signed up to join the receptionist with a doya face just to say that I had been looking out of the offering.

"Yes, yes, I do accept the participation of Adventurer Nove as Gramada representative. Please be careful not to delay as qualifying begins before noon in three days. Please don't lose it because this will be the sign of proof of participation. We apologize again for the inconvenience we caused you this time."

Yes, head down and flat apologize. It's not like you're the ones in charge of the crime scene. Miss Shania seemed to think so, and she waved her hand off the spot, hoping she wouldn't mind.

On his return, he stopped by the casino to receive the roster of participants who had been the Lord's distributors and returned to the inn to see it.

"There's a lot of people out there who don't know anything about it, but there's a lot of people in there."

"What, you're not that familiar with Nove? I don't have a choice. I'll explain."

Miss Shania said so with a smile and a smile. accumulationaccumulationaccumulationaccumulationaccumulationān does not know to stay. Apparently, you know a lot about martial arts and fighting. To put it badly, it showcases my knowledge of being a nerd.

Four players appeared to compete in a wide variety but were told to be particularly careful.

First of all, the magical swordsman Azimaldo, who has the commercial city of Winnudas in the southern Commonwealth of Altana, has the strength to masterfully manipulate swords and magic while still being a young man in his twenties and not to make enemies. He said the future is almost certain to become a general.

Briff Towgow, second son of the Duke of Towgow family, joins the battle from the Hinoto Empire. Needless to say, the famous family of swordsmen. He won't take a pull in history if it's just the skill of the sword. There seems to be a slight difficulty in character, but even if you meditate on it, it seems to be representative. It's completely irrelevant, but would you write your name with your husband?

From the Orosina Empire in the north is Lyo Ouma, a duplicitous axe with the alias' Storm '. I was advised to watch out for body surgery as well as axes if we were to compete. He doesn't seem to be too busy kicking up or dropping his heel because of his bad foot habits.

Ars Moyomoto, the brave man who was last summoned to the king's capital. The moment I saw the name, I said, "What? 'I thought I wasn't bad. Must have been named after a DQN parent from Japan. But now they have parents wearing Messiah or Angel, so it's standard? Am I wrong to think it would be a little hesitant given my child's future? Well, if you've come to another world, it looks fine, so maybe you're happy from this Ars.

Totally unknown in terms of ability. Is there a restriction on information in the Royal Castle? I don't have a previous reputation there. But he is reputed to be strong, and the chief of the Knights, the head of the court magician, is immediately following the archery. At least it seems like someone who uses weapons and magic. I anticipated that the name and the Knight Commander would use the sword because of the fact that it was a master.

The rules of the tournament are that the two remaining players in the Battle Royal for each group qualify for this tournament. It seems that the main battle is ordered by the tournament method, with the audience watching a lot of scratches.

There's a defensive junction separated from the audience, and the damage inside it is a magic prop called the Stone Column of Substitution replaces my shoulder. Three glowing soul stones lose their light. He cautioned that if he took heavy damage, he could lose three shimmers instantly. The use of potions and the like is prohibited. Sacred magic and the like are personal skills, so the specification is OK. The loss is also confirmed when it is bounced off the board and falls off-site. It's a common rule, but it's extremely easy to understand, so let's not go into it.

It was actually a set of warcraft gear to sneak in, but I asked Miss Shania about her return leg as she sighed, something she cared about unexpectedly.

"Speaking of which, it's totally irrelevant. Is it like that tall tower?

Leaning beside the royal castle is a white tower. It is also quite high and about the same height as the heavenly side of the royal castle.

"That one. It's called the Tower of Sin Abandonment, which is closed when something of high rank commits a sin. Though I don't know the truth either. It's rumored to be an extraordinary fact."

Oh, really?

Hmm? What is it? As soon as I looked at the tower, I felt like I had eyes with someone else. No way.