Over The Infinite

-1 -

In the Labyrinth City there is a tavern named 'Jiro Sanro'. It is a thankful drinker for the low ranks, as it is a tavern directly run by the Labyrinth Guild and if you are an adventurer of your own, you can drink shochu at an intensely cheap price.

However, only Class A shochu, or cracked one, is provided, and only one type of knob is available on a daily basis. Sometimes only the worst salt is provided, even at the whim of the store owner.... Sometimes it was rock salt.

The owner of the store is Auga. But few know that she is an orga, and her name is not known again. Or even it is unclear whether there is a real name.... Yes, I work with the pawn shop owner.

Even that day, "Jiro Saburo" is usually a business day. The world is different. It's busy, but it doesn't really matter to the bottom adventurer, and the store has a bitter, giddy air.

People who originally drank in this store had a small mouth count. Instead, what is playing as an in-store BGM is a video of a visiting adventurer. The pinpoint defeat video was edited by the manager in his hobby. Though permission was obtained, the permission was obtained in a way that was half blackmailed. Some of them obtained permission for a number of acts of violence by their party members, not in person. I'm sure it wasn't a match, so give it up. I can't buy it back. That's not what you're drinking me. I guess it's the kind cheering of the party members that

But you're a lostman because you can't give up. They continue to drink an An Yan Shou in this store behind them, ridiculed by Baba, the common manager, as they check again today to see if the equipment they have lost is not being mass-flown. That can be called Lostman's unstoppable routine.

In the meantime, the store door inadvertently opened.

"Hello. Sit wherever you like... it's been a long time"

What emerged with the door open was the figure of a splendid adventurer who, although subtly shady, did not deserve the atmosphere of this store. That's a lot of celebrities if you're an adventurer in a labyrinth city and you've probably heard the name before.

Although in private clothing, customers in the store turned their gaze only for a moment at the appearance of an adventurer of distinct air that obviously wrapped around them, but immediately regained consciousness in the cup in front of them.... that I am not a comrade.

"The pawn shop hasn't looked after me lately either. Baba seems better than anything."

There was no clearer image of a Bottom Adventurer's Tavern than there is now, but there were times when I used this store. Before I could say anything about Lost Man, there were countless experiences of taking care of pawnshops and failing to buy back equipment. In that sense, it is not necessarily a regression of origin. This baba hasn't changed at all since then, but it's a labyrinth city, so that's what happens.

"Jizzy called me Baba."

"Even so, you're called 'Baba the Pawn Shop' by anyone. And I'm not old enough."

"Lizardman is a short-lived species, so I think it would be nice to be jizzy. Life expectancy wouldn't be weird to screw up anymore."

Fairy species aside, Lizardman's life expectancy is shorter than that of humans. Even though they are longer than dwarves and worms, they are a more short-lived species among subhumans.

Nevertheless, when it comes to the Green Scale tribe of Lizardman in the Old Crest, the vast majority were species that could not achieve life expectancy, and in labyrinth cities, life itself is meaningless. I'm just saying it's considered extremely short-lived.

Auga, a Baba species, is not a good idea, but he won't be too tied to life than he is a monster.

"So, what are you doing all the way to this bottom bubble? It's not like Bacchus doesn't have money."

"You're going to say it yourself."

"What are you talking about? I do this kind of drinker because I like to see bottom adventurers. I'd like to observe an adventurer who loses his gear and can't spend his money wrapping around his liver drinking shochu that looks bad."

It's a bad taste story. It seemed like a toothpick could be heard from a leaning adventurer in the store.

Besides, this Baba doesn't even try to hide it. I call you Lost Man, the Loser and Bottom Adventurer.

But there's no place in a labyrinth city where alcohol can be consumed cheaper than here. It's like synonymous with the poor, such as a junior adventurer who lost his gear. Whatever the solo, you can't even get your hands on funding your activities with a party member, and naturally you get here. In fact, it's extra tacky because it's like a volunteer and profitable.

If you are an adventurer who knows outside the Labyrinth City, you can say that even just Class A shochu is too good a substitute. If so, it can be considered sufficient as a place to drink when depressed. It's not like I care about the taste.

A certain intermediate adventurer, one of the Lostmen, talks about a store like this on the brink of darkness.

'That's exactly where the cripples are headed. When it goes down there, it's like it's only inside the barn, and it's the air. No, it might be healthier in the jail. You're also looking at the whereabouts of the equipment you lost at the pawnshop, but that's a deeper place than Ant Hell. But when you're in a situation like that, your legs and nature turn to you. Whatever, there are goldless losers all around. Because there are only losers, they are plain cozy. I have more friends than party members who feel tingly about money. Plus, no matter how much you're stirred up, it's not going to be a physical fight. Because I know the owner of the incitement lead is as strong as a monster. Anyway, that's a bubble of bottom adventurers out there, made up of extremely different balances. Conversely, whoever gets out once, no matter how cozy, is excited to never want to go back.... If you're doing it to chase down adventurers, that's a horrible story. Huh? Why do you know so much about it? Well, she was a regular there before she could.... I'm never going back.'

Alongside pawn shops, they say it makes sense to exist even in places where there is only notoriety. That's an opinion shared by adventurers who have experienced this precipitation.

No one is thanking Baba the pawn shop or anything. There are many adventurers who even think they want to beat to death if there is a gap. But we just have to admit the value of its existence. That's how Baba, the pawnshop, continues to have a bad taste of laughter today.

Most of all, that's only the story of an adventurer classified at the bottom. It is a space of precipitation in such a position that if one were to be said to be talented, one would pass by one foot.

And that's the same story for the old haughty Lizardman, Gwal. Even today, I didn't come here to wrap my crumbs with cheap liquor.

"You're booked upstairs, aren't you? You're already here?

"Oh, was that you? It's unusual over there, but you didn't even imagine them. Dog monkey friends aren't famous."

"Not dogs and monkeys, sheep and lizards, though. I've never been compared, but it doesn't seem compatible."

"Then there are the bears."

"More over there. I didn't call you anything, but you're here on your own. I think I might hit him again."

The bear is Vergim, a beast who is vice president of War Arms. The sheep are the < War Arms > captain's sheep, Quig. Lizard is a < War Arms > executive Gwal. The fact that they are unfamiliar is as much a relationship as anyone knows if they are adventurers in some season as they are in the clan. It is a combination that only seems like a punishment game or something, such as a drinking party together. At least, it's a well-known fact to the extent that if you're a clan member, you sneak off your seat.

"If we're inside each other, why are we here? I'd have it myself."

"Wasn't this the shoplifting doctrine that the customers didn't pry?

"You've never raised such a doctrine. You don't pry into the people here because you know you don't have to do that."

Baba's information network is never insulting. On the contrary, active adventurers are more familiar with gossip stories than guild officials if they are bad. Since the equipment we lost in the first place is in Baba's hands, we can also say that it is in a way closest to the truth. At least I don't have any trouble stirring up Lostman.

In the first place, party members who just want you to give up your gear sell even your buddy's info fine. It's a friendship that wants our people to get back on their feet. That friendship makes Lostman suffer even more.

"Besides, we don't treat single adventurers here. He's the only one who admits he's a scumbag."

"So it's rhetoric. Well, you're the guy with the origin regression. It's good old... I'm talking about remembering the bad old days and reflecting on them."

"Reflection venue."

At least Baba is aware that it's not a fun place to drink. But then I don't even know. It would be the perfect place to recall the Bottom Age when you once had a bitter taste of tannin. However, the characteristics were not so clear yet at the time when Gwal and Quig were using them. Baba has a hit that it would simply be a story of nostalgia for the old days.

... I guess that means we're at a milestone where we miss the past.

"Well, I think I know what's going on."

"You're as smart as ever. It doesn't depend on what you see."

"It's too early to mess up."

In the first place, Gwal wondered if the monster, Auga, would get bogged down, but decided to cut off a chat with Baba because it wasn't even a topic of particular interest. That's how Lizardman goes upstairs, one by one, and the store returns to the airy bottom nest where it starved again.

The customer is the new Lost Man who is shown defeat by the monitor in the store and is crying like a whimper. Seeing it doesn't change Baba's routine of continuing to observe with Niyaniya.

-2 -

The second floor of the tavern Jiro Saburo was idle.

There are several half-private rooms lined up, which are supposed to be used by group guests, but this tavern's guest base doesn't match it. Nature and idle birds will sound.

Running adventurers sometimes use it to launch, but it's normal to use a decent tavern somewhat expensive. Even if it's cheap, there's no such thing as purposefully paying a different fee in a bad taste tavern...

Nevertheless, it's not like we don't have any guests at all. Anyway, people who want to get drunk, people who don't want to spend as much money as possible, and families with small pennies may use it, and coupons may be handed out at pawn shops. Some people will come to the store as stories. Alternatively, they are fierce men who continue to pass from the age of bottom adventurers to become naturally and feet oriented.

It's not like any of them are using this corner today.

"... why are you standing here like this? You."

"Never mind. Think of me as a figurine."

As Gwal ascended the stairs, a giant bear beast man stood. He is Vergim, vice president of < War Arms >.

I knew I was there in a conversation with Baba earlier, but I didn't have to bother waiting in the aisle. Probably got kicked out by Quig, Gwal deduces.

"You don't have to stare, you don't have to."

"That's what the captain said, just in case. Especially when it comes to you and the captain, the clan could be half broken in influence."

"Well, I don't care if you like it and stand there."

"... let me do that"

It's not like I'm going to do anything, so it's not going to be the concern of this bear.

If that's what you mean at last, I didn't even invite you to this drinking party. I didn't mean to flatter you or get along, so I didn't mean to worry about it.

"Uh, you had one thing to ask me, too.... hey, how long have you known?

There are few words, but what Gwal is saying is clear. Vergim soon understood, including the intention.

To be brief, confirm that < War Arms > was a stepping stone to intermediate ranking itself. In other words, it is a fundamental part of this disturbance.

"Shortly before he took office, he was asked when he was invited as deputy commander"

"... I don't know."

That was also an easily imaginable answer if one knew the temperament of Vergim. The current heads of delegation, Quig and Vergim, are not so close in terms of compatibility. However, there is a good reason why he was first named deputy chief and received it.

Or, if Vergim had been the leader of the regiment, the Klan would have taken another form, but Vergim himself decided it was good.

"But whoever finds out without being heard, he will."

"I didn't realize I was a fool."

"You're not. You were just pretending you didn't realize. I was just deluded that it couldn't be."

…………

When I calmed down and looked back, I had as much idea as I could. I had enough information to realize. That is obvious from the fact that, however close to the center of the labyrinth city, the Watanabe Tsunami has been in the labyrinth city for less than a year.

Anyone can imagine if you do a proper research. This is only a matter of fact to that extent, and the only thing I haven't noticed is whether I'm too interested or not able to look directly at reality.

Vergim knows exactly how Gwal was thinking about the clan, even if it didn't fit. There's no way a man like that wouldn't notice.

Gwal was scratching his feet, too, just trying to deflect his attention from the facts and twist his essence while realizing it. So I also knew that one day it would explode. That's just what happened the other day.

"Both former Commander Allein and former Commander Alteria have an extremely dry temperament in that respect. If that's what you decide is best, do it. It was the head of the regiment who undertook it… in fact, it has become functional"

"You mean there's no need to modify the track? The fact that you're vice president was insurance for when things went wrong, wasn't it?

"... right. Although it didn't make sense in that way. My captain said he was brilliant."

The Beast of the Lamb, Quig, has an extremely mild personality, as does its appearance. Even though he is an adventurer, he does not like to fight. I don't want competition. They are called daylight lights in the public, and they work as captains of the < War Arms > because they don't give a shit if they make fun of them. But behind it, he brilliantly fulfills what he inherited from the former captain. Now that I know everything, I have to admit it's optimal placement and so. So much so that I can assure you that there is no one more capable of serving than him.

If you try Gwal, it is a completely unpleasant story.

"So what do you do when you know that and you get rammed and calm? Is that what we're talking about today?

"You've decided, you quit."

"... an adventurer?

That was nothing unnatural. If you've done what you do as an adventurer and you're done giving back, it's because you've said before that you want to go back to Crest and rescue the subhumans who are still scattered across the continent.

In that case, there will be a number of repercussions. There must be many who will leave Gwal, who will retire in the same way, who will change their policies of activity, not until they change their affiliation. Vergim believes that he does not know how far he is aware of it, but that it will have less impact.

"War Arms. I'm not quitting, adventurer."

But apparently that was a concern. Gwal's conclusion may be more moderate than you can imagine. I'm going to settle for a result that is at least considerably better than the worst.

"Because after next year. There's been some scheduling implications up until now."

"It would be helpful to put aside some time, as there would be takeovers..."

"Don't get me wrong because I'm not paying attention to you guys. We have a situation here, too."

Even though what we are talking about is extremely backward content, Gwal himself who speaks of it has no such atmosphere. Instead, it seemed so full of vitality that it even looked positive.

A period of rampage in the clan...... looks like a big change before and after going to different worlds.

"... did something happen with the other world?

"Something terrible happened. I couldn't do anything in that. I was noticed by myself. I was reminded enough to throw up backwards that I had no pity for remaining stuck on account of the old possessions I held dear. I'm sorry about that."

Even for Vergim, I know there was something going on in the other world. However, no details have been given. That would be the same for Quig.

However, it was understandable that that was an unusual incident, at least serious enough to alter the sexual roots of stubborn Gwal.

There was a hyper-dimensional battle that was difficult to understand, whether it was a party or an explanation.

There were those who stood up to irrationality. There were those who moved further forward, whether scattered or trampled on their dignity. Some have broken their hearts and become unable to stand up. Some would have put a cut off on their limits. But any of them are moving on. Whether it looks backwards, or a setback, Gwal thinks it's a step forward if it's the result we put out after the decision.

I felt so sorry for myself for being in there and not being able to move forward or backwards. Stagnation was what I hated the most.

"I understood what you guys said and where you stood. I don't force you to change that, and I understand that it doesn't make sense. But I can't help but change. That's the conclusion."

"... that's a big deal"

Vergim even remembered how the man in front of him was. What the hell would change this? Talking about his conclusions in this way seemed the same as when < War Arms > was at the forefront.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Watch him scratch his feet there. I'll make you regret it."

"I don't think I'll regret it... well, I'll look forward to it"

The way I am or Quig is already done and there will be no shaking. But that's never just a good thing.

If you're going to continue to be an adventurer entrusting yourself to a turbulent stream, I thought you might rather look right with the unfinished that leaves room to change.

-3-

"So I decided to quit."

"All of a sudden. It sounds like you."

I found what I was looking for in the seat at the edge of the upstairs floor, and when I sat face to face, Gwal cut out so without a greeting.

"But you heard me, right?

"I heard you. … well, let's have something to drink"

"I don't care what you say, there's nothing here but Class A shochu."

"upstairs is a carry-on ant. I've put a lot in the Item Box, so if it's not something unusual, I can get it out."

"You did... but I felt like a shochu"

The second floor seat of "Jiro Sanro" is basic self-service. It is also self sufficient to make watercreases, including knobs of only one kind. Oh, my God, they even have servers on the table for shochu. It is a festive poem to drink until you can no longer get up from the table and be thrown out to Baba to coincide with closing times.

Of course there's no clerk, and if you don't call me, Baba won't come up. Because it is such a place, it is possible to bring it in, but it will not cause any particular problems.

Unaware of that fact, Gwal, who was in the mood for shochu, made a split of water for now and returned to the table with salt and spice served in large quantities. You should get something if you get bored.

That's how the Lizardman and Lambbeast drinks began quietly. There are loud guests looking at the entire upstairs floor, but this is a quiet place.

"So let me rephrase, < War Arms > decided to quit."

"I'm not going to stop now, but what are you going to do after you quit?

I can introduce you to the teaching profession if I have to, and there are non-adventurers jobs in the clan. A completely unrelated job. Because there was as much handover for the clan as there was. But Quig couldn't help but say that there would be no point in diagnosing it.

I don't care if there's a Gwal personal handover, because, as I said to Vergim earlier, it's the clan that quits and not the adventurer.

"When you quit, whoever leaves after you will definitely leave. I'm not willing to force you to stop that, but I want to hear it because it's a little irresponsible to throw it out with no outlook"

"Not so much."

Regardless of the perches and topos that still work well together...... no, topopos won't pop out the clan without thinking because their thoughts are that of housewives in Arre. Adventurer retirement seems more likely then.

There are other things that come to mind, but those who seem certain to do so don't come out for a bit. I don't know, I should be thinking about it.

"In the meantime, if you're going to make a clan, there are about ten of us who are sure to leave. Ask him out and he'll double it."

"I'm not going to make a clan. Tell me you don't even know if you're going to throw a party after me. I don't need that idea."

"Add in around there, Martel and Aldorad are going to go after them. And then there's Gigidra."

"Gigi too? I don't know what you're thinking. They're just stupid."

Martel, the giant weirdo known as Esedwarf because he's too clumsy. Aldrad Berma, a high elf who is bigoted and intoxicated by Gwal. Gigiragigidra the worm man who really doesn't know what he's thinking. He is a member who is likely to suspect that he is also disposing of the inventories of the bad guys.

"I'll leave it up to you to persuade them. It's not clear what's ahead. It depends on the end of the year."

"The end of the year? Of this year?

"Oh, that's one of the reasons I called it in today. Give me the frame for the clan fight at the end of the year."

"Speaking of frames... oh well, wasn't that seed anymore"

"Finally, the seed has fallen, so we need a clan frame to compete. I know some other guys want to get out, and I know it's my selfishness, but I need you to let me through."

clan rivalry at the end of each year. It's a big premise to be in the clan to compete in it.

Individual appearances are also allowed as an exception if you have seed rights, but that right was lost last year. I don't know yet depending on my personal ranking, but I won't be repeating myself in my current grades. So it basically comes from < War Arms > for Gwal to compete. In that case, the final decision rests naturally with Quig, the head of the delegation.

Of course, if you start a new clan, you can belong to another clan and start there, but I believe that's a means to take when you can't really fold. Watanabe Tsunami said he would give the guide to Gwal, so it would be of interest to compete in a completely irrelevant clan affiliation.

"Okay. It's a story that's not particularly problematic at first, and I'll keep it that way within the clan."

"You don't ask why."

"You must be some kind of jerk or something? Even if you don't, you can't ask me if I have a proven track record of contributing to the clan."

"Kejime...... well, you're a kejime"

Gwal's standing is heavier than he thinks. However, treating even adventurers who have been working for the clan unharmed can lead to even shaking their standing as clan masters. Whatever that was unreasonable, there was nothing wrong with the right to compete in a clan match that wasn't so motivated to participate.

"Last year, the son of a bitch picked it up from Wang Du said he'd give me guidance. As a fucking rotor, I'm not responding. Uh."

"Oh, Tsunami Watanabe.... I see."

I won't tell you what's enough. But if you are a clanmaster, you will have some information, and you will know about clan establishment and your relationship with Gwal.

"A ritual to give way to juniors."

"Mm-hmm. You've decided to pay me back. At last, the night light, the rigress, the sword-blade fool are going to snap down and scratch the winner."

"... it"

I swallowed the word that it was just impotent. But I don't think it's actually possible.

Even now that the levels are far apart, with Gwal's strength and experience, qualifying is likely to pass. That would be difficult, but never impossible.

But winning the final tournament ahead is close to impossible. Especially the seed group I just named should have been so worn out that I can't remember when Gwal won.

Even with Watanabe Tsunami, it could be a good battle now, but it would be pretty suspicious at the end of the year. The track record of launching without taking a year to get here doesn't have to be Quig, but if you're an adventurer it's weirder not to know. Then it's even harder to imagine if it doubles.

So if you normally think about it, this can only be seen as a strength of Gwal. If you listen, most people should think so.... Perhaps even the person thinks it's impossible.

"I'm telling you, I'm serious. If I win, I'll scream for you not to lick the rotor."

"No, if you're leaving as our representative, I'd like to beg your pardon. But even if you mean it..."

"You don't think that's possible. Honestly, if it stays the way it is, it'll be tough on our current Tuna opponents."

There is still a difference in strength. There is a difference in experience. But I'm a monster that jumps over that kind of pile and stuff lightly. Gwal knows very well that he is such an adventurer, even without the extraordinary power that he showed in the battle the other day.

On the contrary, anyone is tough on them. In the first place, it's in a labyrinth city where the bottom line of strength continues, and all the guys who come into personal fights are powerful. It would even be suspicious if we could win the qualifying round.... as it is now.

"So I come out for a bit of training. I want to cancel all clan-related work I'm in right now until the end of the year. That's another consultation."

"I can't...... but take over too?

"If you don't mind, you can do it after the beginning of the year. I don't want to quit, but I don't know why I have to quit at the end of the year."

Not impossible. For what it's worth as an adventurer...... Dungeon Attack is, after all, a story with adjustments within the clan, and jobs like interviews, lectures, and TV appearances would be possible to cancel if they weren't just before.

But the whole thing is a little unusual. If you're more than an adventurer, you can make time. That's what happens as a system, so I can't make any time. Even if you go on an expedition, it's hard to think that you won't be in a labyrinth city for so long. Even income would fall dramatically.

The way Gwal put it sounded like he was going to focus on training by blocking everything, including that kind of thing.

"I wonder what you're going to do. If you're gonna say that much, it's not a no-plan, is it?

"It's not a mountain cage, it's a different world cage. They attack the infinite corridors over there while being rubbed overwhelmingly in the dragon world. Back just before the confrontation...... oh no, not Seed before the registration period...... cumbersome but November. Don't come back till then."

"... what?

That's a story I didn't even imagine at all as a Quig. It is true that the interaction begins, but we can say that the relationship between each other is almost blank when the first flight back and forth is finally over. I hear some of the reps stay for about a month, but no one should assume such a long stay, such as just about a year.

"Of course, I'm not saying it appropriately. I'm passing this story on to the Dungeon Master and Captain Alain, and I'm getting permission from the other delegates. Well, all of a sudden, it's gonna sound like a lame story, and of course there's gonna be problems if you go, but it's not going to be the same with training over there."

"Hey...... wait a minute. It was a little too unexpected. No, I'm not saying no."

Then surely you can't do your job or anything. Regardless of what happens in the future, it is now a difficult place to even come and go with one of the emails.

"Even if we urocho near fifty levels of the infinite corridor over here, the difference just opens. It's going to arrive if you don't do something so lame."

"It's... well"

But in the confusion, Quig was feeling strange visionary and convincing about the man in front of him.

Yeah, this is the same thing that once existed just before the Dungeon Master or Chief Alteria started something. He said it was similar to the feeling of getting involved in a grand way around and settling somewhere at some point.

And I'm sure you can't stop me no matter what I say, and there's no point in stopping me. I also felt that I didn't even deserve it.

"Nah, that's funny, isn't it?"

and voices from the other side that separated the partition, aside from the quig, which was at the extreme of the confusion.

"Let the eagles bite one, too."

Saying so, I showed my face, apparently coincidentally staying there, was an iron arm cyger.

-4-

"What are you doing here?

Boneless, gothic prosthetic limbs of both arms. Let it not be as Gwal, it was unnatural for a man to be here who deserved to be called an ancient haughter. I'm not even sure I followed you.

"Washi, regular here"

"Fucking asshole."

"No, it's true. It's not every day, but it's a rookie story... I'm here to pick up information. They're going to tell me you have a bad taste, but you're better than Baba."

Apparently, it was true. They can already do it after Gwal, and the dwarf they're drinking across the street is already in knockdown.

... or the dwarf looked familiar too.

"Why even Augil?"

This one was also a veteran who could be regarded as a history of war. Not the kind of face you see on the front line because you're not a pure adventurer, but you can say blacksmith Augil is famous enough.

Finally, both of them rode the Kugelschreiber to different worlds and fought in an unbridled strategy of appearance. Especially Cyger, who stomped on the front line to the end.

"I found this guy near the store every now and then, and he just pulled it off. I was talking about the future. Then you'll hear something interesting next door."

"I don't want to get in touch with you, but why don't you go see him in person? I'm sure it's too much of a party."

Unlike myself, who couldn't do anything in that earthen field, the man in front of me fought through it in a true way. In that sense, it is arguably more deserving than Gwal.

"Ma Ma, it's not too bad to wear scratches between people quitting the clan."

"You're not gonna lick each other, you're gonna wear it back.... and you're quitting clan too"

"I've already quit in my case, right? I slapped him on the resignation the day he came home. If I refuse to wear all the phone calls and texts, it's refreshing."

It was unscrupulous. I can't call myself a very veteran, irresponsible person who doesn't think of any annoyance around me. Maybe that's why I'm here.

Quig said, "You're not gonna do the same thing, are you? 'I'd like to beg your pardon for being seen as my kind, though I'm going to turn my gaze to the implications.

"If you quit, explain it properly."

"No, you stink of trouble. By the way, who understands by talking to me? You know, you actually have to be present. You know what I mean. I mean, honestly, I don't even know."

"No, so am I..."

On that occasion, not a dozen percent of them would have understood the situation. Not even the Saigars, who were at the heart of the offensive strategy, knew everything.

If it is bad, it is possible that even the Watanabe outline, where it is the center, is not accurately grasped. I couldn't do anything. I guess I can guess. Even if Quig tells me to explain the details here and now, I don't feel like you understand me.

"That's why I was just thinking I'd have to do something to renew my career. So let him bite, not one."

"... well, that's not good."

It wasn't unplanned, but it didn't seem like there was a problem. If you insist, Cyger's clan... no, it's an ancient nest, but it's totally outsider about you. It wouldn't even bother Gwal.

Quig feels completely left out, but he didn't know anything about you either.

"Uh, upstairs, gentlemen! The fool on the ground floor yanked and rambled out, so be prepared when he comes down. It's going to be a sanctions show!! '

At that time, Baba's voice suddenly echoes on the floor. At the same time, the giant monitor that had been turned into a decoration lit up. As we follow, loud and ominous BGMs begin to flow.

"Do it, it's The Theme of Baba 'a Execution! Hey, Augil, wake up!

"Huh?

"It's a hit today. We're going to see Baba's prowl! See you later, Gwal!!"

Said, Saigar pulled the unclear Augil over to the ground floor.

On the other hand, the giant monitor shows a giant baba taking on a giant adventurer opponent and putting on an airplane spin. By the time I got here, the guests who were still dying were thriving for some reason.

This move, which drives the Triple Pipe crazy, will inflict intense damage on adventurers who have been able to do so with Class A shochu. The thrown away man shouldn't be able to stand up for a while. Besides, elbow drops are decided to strike the chase.

Baba's high laughter echoed as the wild and cheering flew.

"No, it wasn't in our time. Hey, here's the thing. I guess times have changed."

"... I didn't want to be aware of this."

Sure, Baba's show to start prowling on adventurers may be exciting, and it's being implemented because there's no legal problem, but it was also a bit of an array of events to feel a shift in time.

And I see a cyger emerge from the edge of the screen to chase him, jumping and kicking him to a completely irrelevant adventurer. And it's brawling at us doing this. Going down to the first floor now would be a little dangerous. There's a good chance you'll get involved, regardless.

"Uh, yeah. I'll tell you what, I'm getting married."

"... Huh?

As cheers, screams and screams echoed in the store, Gwal cut out all the following of things. It's not like I'm going to report it at any time, even if I'm wrong.

"What, surprise? You know who they are."

"No... right, you weren't married. I just thought it was something I was already doing."

If Quig had traced back his memory, he could certainly have been unmarried on the paperwork.

"I've been living with you for a long time. It was practically like a couple, but I decided to make a good separation. That doesn't change anything."

"I don't know about Lizardman's habits, but you think that's what they are"

"No, I guess I just haven't lost my sense of slavery. If you're an adventurer like us, it's not easy to forget what it feels like to be a normal person."

Gwal's companion is likewise a Green Scale Lizardman and will be a relationship that has lasted since the Old Crest period. I guess that means Gwal picked her up and came this far without the skill or vitality to live alone.

Nevertheless, it should have been seen entirely as a couple from around. If you do poorly, you could be mistaken around the dungeon master as well.

"I guess that's a good thing. What about the ceremony?

"It's not like that now. I'm going to take you there instead of honeymoon, but it's no different now. I'm thinking about making a ring."

"Oh, still, I think I should do something for you."

Nothing is just pitiful. Even though we were in fact married, I'm pretty sure we've been supporting Gwal for years.

"Ahhh!! I'm not a thug, drunkards!! Sanctions here are a privilege to Atashi!

"Now I know that bad reviews points are invalid, too, Baba! Sora, the iron fist of the eagle sprays fire!! '

Shortly after I said that, a fire really radiated from Cyger's iron arm and an adventurer who was in a completely different place than Baba was burned. The ground floor is havoc.

That's a drink for the guys and the bottom adventurers. Slightly one, Baba is also a mixed up organizer, but it was a hanky feast in such an extension of the daily routine.

Few know that it was an unlikely landscape.