Old man, come on! It's too late for them to make a request for reinstatement to the habit of ba

Cain, lurking in [Icebird], was muscle-treating alone in the lurking room.

"One thousand five hundred one, one thousand five hundred two, one thousand five hundred three."

On my back I have a big chunk of iron on my back and I am quietly interested in arms up and down.

At first, I was exploring the [Black Market (Black Market)] movement with Squad, but Squad told me to be cautious [I can't stand out if you're there, so I'm in the way].

Cain became the feather of being in this safe house all the time because he was set to say he couldn't move because he suffered a lot of injuries.

With the beat-up from the scene, it was painful for Cain to cage himself in the room for months, having come this far.

But the other party is that giant organization [the black market].

If you accidentally show up and get caught up in their information network, this plan could fail.

Cain knew that, too, so he disciplined his own sentiments about wanting to break out and was caged in a safe house as planned.

If you are free, I thought I would try to start muscle treading for the first time in a long time, and when I started doing it, it was also where I started to have fun.

A few months after I started doing the muscle tread for real, my fading body was recovering a boost reminiscent of the full season.

The body, which was originally blessed, was wrapped in armor called muscle, and had grown even bigger around it.

If the first seer saw Cain, he must be swallowed up and constricted by the presence emanating from his body.

"Phew, you're gonna have to swing next time."

Lifting with one hand a chunk of iron imitating a sword that had been placed nearby, he began to swing with the boom.

This iron mass weighs fifty kilograms, and a normal adventurer can't wield it with both hands.

"Gahahaha. I told you it's an S-class dungeon line, but this is an SS class mission. I could be too free to die."

Cain, who had finished his muscle tread, was squeaking like that with a lavish laugh.

After training for his routine, he glanced at the letter delivered by Alice as he next sat on the sofa in preparation.

"Don't mess up [All Grand] while I'm gone."

Cain was abominably reading a letter from Alice.

"But. How did that Hans fall so far? Are you blind to the status you've been given? Money? A woman? I'm pretty sure I didn't have eyes. But Hans also used to be a guy who works straight with dreams..."

Cain remembers old Hans.

Cain knew Hans from the time he became a C-level adventurer.

Hans used to be a coarse shredder, but he also had strength, and his aspirations weren't distorted.

After becoming a Class B adventurer, he ran up to Class A in a short period of time.

That's when I meet the current members and I'm regrouping the party.

That's why Cain also acknowledged Hans' talent and deposited it on the label in an effort to get it to grow more.

As a result, Hans and the others reached S-level adventurers in just about a year.

"You, what really happened? I only thought someone had fooled me... and I thought it was growing well. Shit!!

Cain is remorseful and evil.

"With that said, the letter also said something about Remilia. He said he was in some kind of smelly motion. Either way, after this matter is cleared up, Hans needs to figure it all out and take responsibility for it. I need to finish this with my own hands."

I don't want to punish those who were blindfolded, but if what the letter says is true, Hans is no longer too late, and we are going to make amends for it.

Naturally, we will also have to think about our own progression.

Hans' stupidity is about that, I must say, heavy.

"Later, I owe him an apology, because it was all Hans' fault that he got kicked out of the guild. I can make amends."

Having finished reading the letter from Alice, Cain deposited his weight on the couch and looked up at the ceiling.

There are a lot of things I'm going to have to do once this thing is cleared up.

We have to crush the [black market] now in order to get back to the guild as soon as possible.

All information-gathering about the [black market] is spearheaded by Squad, using his men's adventurers.

Skward was a brilliant person and he was also good at this hand job.

I trust Cain, too, and I'm not going to speak out because I'm leaving it to the squad.

Once every few days, Squad also visits me with the plug in and the information I get from Cain.

Sometimes it's called regular contact, but it meant a lot to Kane to say that it was out of gas.

Even today, Squad was visiting Cain with tons of booze, cigarettes, and food.

"Squad. Sorry!! What do you say? Did you grab any tails?

A brand new cigarette, Cain asked the squad.

"Oh, you've made me patient for a long time. He was careful, he didn't show any movement inside, but he finally figured it out."

"It's a boulder, Squad. So what was the aim of the [black market]?

"Their aim is the commercial city [Siphon]. Looks like they're sending a lot of soldiers into [Siphon] right now."

"[Siphon] Hey. Anything wrong?

"I think that's what you're going to ask me, and I'm preordained. Speaking of [siphon], there's going to be an event next month for the Crown Prince of the Allies [Duncan] to attend the ceremony."

"That said, you had such an event. I see... you stink."

"Not sure, but I guess that's more likely"

Squad tells Cain what information he's got.

"I see. Is that why you attacked the guild conference? It's true that our guild had a voice in the event every year as an escort. If I had been killed, I might not have been at the escort. Hmm, the muscles go through. So [All Grand] is getting a request this time?

"You're right. Looks like the information about the Alliance Master being raided has also gone into the running of the event, and the other side is more concerned about going to another Alliance to talk about escorts. If the aim of the [black market] is the raid of the event, we can say that the security is as thin as the aim is without [All-Grand]"

"You're a bingo. But this time it's easier and more convenient to move."

"So what? You want to go back to your guild and send in your soldiers?

"No, those [black market] people if you move in large numbers. You might notice, we're going in a handful this time. Me, your unit and Alice's unit... and... speaking of which, you wrote in the letter Alice sent you. Said it was a horrible party comparable to class S... ok I decided. I don't have anything to do with it, but let's get them involved. I can apologize at last, and it's two birds a stone."

"Those guys... Cain, no way!! You mean the label!? Oh, stop it. The label would have nothing to do with it. If the labels are injured, how are you going to take responsibility?

"I know, and if I can't do it by checking the strength of the party he made myself, I'm done with it. I want you to give me the reward for coming home."

"Well, what if you admit it?

Cain snorted and laughed in an upbeat mood.

"Naturally, we're gonna flinch the bait and force it, we're gonna cooperate. I have the item that the [perverted porter] wants. I'm sure you'll eat it. Squad, I need to get in touch with Alice right away. We'll work out the operation!!

"Huh. You're the one who won't listen when you say it out loud. The label reveals the truth, and even if you are Sheba, I will not follow you!!! What are you going to do if you eat all the way up to me? If the label is really angry, it's scary."

Skward imagined the label getting angry, shaking himself and dropping his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Cain's tension rises.

"It's been years since I've done anything with him!? Heck, it's getting fun!!

Cain, who had been killing his breath and hiding himself all along, continued to encourage self-training, and was under stress, finally began to move.

No one can stop Cain anymore.