Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Carefully paved cobblestone roads are lined with two-story, three-story buildings.

The streets that had gradually begun to accustom me since I came to this world also didn't function as if it were a land survey that I had acquired slightly once I entered the alley.

Whichever way you turn, whichever way you go, it just looks like the same view to your heir's eyes.

How much on earth did you run? I had completely lost sight of the backs of the people I was chasing anymore. No, it would be more accurate to say I had lost sight of it from the beginning.

Think of it, it hurt too much not to keep my head on the matter and to have overlooked those kidnappers properly. If I was chasing him right away, I would have caught up with him if he was my own leg now, but I was too late to make a move.

"Ha, ha, ha"

I can't just run infinitely with the benefit of leveling up. The heir with the limit stopped on her knees halfway through the alley.

You can't stay like this.

Chasing after them already, catching up with them, that phase is past by the way.

They got away with it.

I had to admit that fact.

(Then what should we do next...?

It is decided.

If he's escaped, look for him and find him. That's all I have.

But...

The heir looks around.

It was a narrow alley only three metres between the building and the building.

The alley is dim because of the shade of the building. Of course it's an unrecognizable place, I don't even know which part of the city this is because I was desperately running. I don't even know where I can find people.

Plus, it's not like I know anything about kidnappers. Four or five opponents, man from stature, that's all the information you have.

Even though I'm going to get dizzy just imagining the size of the city, I don't even know the face of the person I'm looking for, and I'm half lost looking.

"Ha..."

Not much of an impossibility. And I laugh at my own lack of reliance.

"- Shit."

That's why I don't have time to bring you here.

The kidnapper's purpose would be to tangle with the eighty-nine titles. If the inheritance of the title is the aim, I don't know how much respite there is in Roulier's life. There may not even be a moment of respite.

Once his heir calms his impatience, he thinks and organizes in his head what he needs to find Rulier. And I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't mind, but that was all I had.

Look up at the sky. I can't see anything because I'm in the shade of the building, but after a short walk I took it off the shade and the sun wheel shot my eyes. I see a spiny mountain with it.

The city has mountain ranges soaring to the east, and apparently a great river to the west, with the city stretching north and south in a way sandwiched by two. Inevitably, most of the boulevards also extend north and south to follow the city's construction.

So if we go east and west and cross the city...

Running for about five minutes, he hit a noisy boulevard with a gaya.

Looking across the street as his heir breathed, it was filled with signs that the day had already begun.

A young man is pulling a luggage truck loaded with vegetables and moving on. It is the old man with his beard stretched out like a immortal who is sweeping the store's tip. Is it the merchant heading to the Chamber of Commerce where he works who walks in a beautiful outfit with a serious face?

No matter how much you look at it, it wasn't a familiar place, but if you could still get out on this many boulevards, you wouldn't be lost any more.

All you have to do is ask the passers-by where the purpose is - where the 'Adventurer Guild' is.

The shortest path for the rescue of Rulier, as determined by his heir.

The answer was to rely on others all the time.

Inevitably, this is the only way, because it's nearly impossible to find it yourself.

Ask other adventurers to search for Roulier in the Adventurer Guild.

I don't have any money at all to make a request, but that's probably not a problem. Because I have 'this' even if I don't have any money.

The heir turns her hand to the belt on her hips. The difference there is' Master's Steel Knife +1 '. It is an artifact obtained at the bottom of a garbage hole.

Artifacts are a valuable piece of equipment for adventurers. It will be enough to reward the search.

Of course, I understand that relying on adventurers is a kind of bet.

The killer who grabbed Rulier. Needless to say, that prime suspect is an adventurer.

It's definitely dangerous to rely on that adventurer.

Pretending to help, you may even come after the life of Lourier and even the life of his heir.

Well, there's no other way. Speaking of other people you might be able to rely on, I can only think of Agate and the dewstore dealer Rael, but I don't think these two can find the kidnappers, and they're probably not up to the rough stuff.

Then I'll have to bet even if my share is bad.

The heir approached the person walking appropriately in front of him to ask him where the guild was. Then the person walked away to the other side of the street as if fleeing.

I didn't run away from my heir.

It's a carriage. A chic, luxurious carriage with black and dark brown tones has come down the street.

I'm sorry my heir got hit too, so I stop my leg and give way to the carriage. But the carriage stopped its steps in front of him, without passing too far in front of his heirs, rather as there was a destination.

"Excuse me from a place like this. [Demon Eye King] You are my successor."

It was the old man who called out from the carriage's passenger seat.

Even so said the old man, his spine is firmly stretched and his body wrapped in a deacon-like outfit is skinny, yet oddly gassy. The glance was as sharp as a warrior in the war, a figure whose overall younger impression preceded his old.

"... who?

ask, but at the same time stare.

Name: Freed

Occupation: B-Rank Merchant

Affiliation: Laseheima Chamber of Commerce

"I apologize for this. My name is Fried. I came here as a user of my Lord Laseheima."

The name of Laseheima solidifies the heir for a moment.

Lazeheima is a man at the head of the giant chamber of commerce - the Lazeheima Chamber of Commerce - that takes on with one hand the mining to distribution of magic ore, the main industry in this demonic mining city of Berg.

As a matter of fact, until this morning - and more importantly, until the moment when Rourier was caught - the person his heir was most alert to was his laseheima.

Because Lazeheima is the regular owner of Lourier, a debt slave. I thought and was alert to how I would treat Roulier in the future, because Roulier, who I had previously made like an abandoned man, had turned into a valuable being with a title, should show up for protection once.

But that, too, has changed dramatically at a time when Roulier was captured. There is no longer a need to be vigilant, because there is no Rulier at heart. No, on the contrary, it was rather the opposite.

(Fool or I...! Why didn't I realize it was so easy......!

The only person going to help Rulier is himself, he assumed that on his own. But no.

It's a bad word, but Rourier is the property of the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce, or property. Then the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce should move to get Lurier back. Even more so now that Roulier's value has jumped.

The name of the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce I've heard so often in this city. I can deduce that the Chamber of Commerce has a great deal of power even if it's just a little overheard.

If you can use that power, you don't have to go out of your way to ask an adventurer.

"... you can assume that you know the situation by showing up here in good time, right?

"Yeah, 'cause I was watching, too"

The old man nodded like nothing to the challenging inquiry of his heir.

Since when have you been watching? Where were you looking from? All I want to hear is the mountains, but not now.

"Then we talk fast. We have manpower. I want information too."

"I can't really answer that. I just wanted to take you with me."

The heir's eyes get rough.

"You mean abandon Roulier...?

"Not so, but the instructions I receive from the Lord are only to invite you. I can't judge anything else."

Chip, and my heir gets a tongue punch.

"In short, you mean meet Laseheima and ask him in person"

Instead of a reply, the old man politely opened the carriage door.

The alley in Berg.

When he began to see a marginal margin of leeway in the footsteps of the kidnappers who shook off his tracker, Lourier finally figured things out.

"... I want you to do it"

I tried to sue him that way while he held me, but he won't reply.

"... I want you to do it"

I tried to sue him again but it was no different.

In the first place, Roulier, whose head was held to face the opposite of the path, could not even see the face of the person holding him, nor was he certain that his voice was reaching him.

"Mmmmm."

In the meantime, I'll be jittery.

Then...

"Whoa! Oh, my God. Don't make it so hard. It's not a mess!

The man who was running with Roulier aside slapped her ass in just the right position in an attempt to make the rambling Roulier grow up.

The bassiness sounded and for a moment it was a lourier who stopped moving, but in the next moment it burst out unnecessarily.

A fellow kidnapper I saw punches Rulier in the head from the side.

"If you don't want to see me hurt any more, make it big!

As the words put it, it was the kidnappers who were relieved to see Rulier grown up holding down his battered head and becoming frightened and quiet, but not the same.

Originally, she is a girl who is not even frightened of the cyclops, rather than the rough ones. You can't be frightened to this extent.

At this time, Lourier was quietly angry.

Rulier felt his full elbow strike on the back of the man running with him as he put his strength on his right arm.

The blow, for the man, badly folded, accidentally entered a steep point on his back with the thinnest rib protection and struck out exactly the kidney that was there.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

The strange screaming man falls down with the momentum he was running.

Roulier, who was held beside the man, also freed himself from his arms and rolled corny down the ground.

"Duh, what's up?

"Hey, are you okay..."

A man who plunges to the ground, holds his back and extinguishes himself.

I didn't see any Lurier attacks from fellow men, and it just seemed like a man fell on his own. Therefore the companions called out to the man with a slightly shuddered face.

"... what the hell are you doing? What if they get away with it?"

Keep your smiley face and gaze at the rolling rulier.

Roulier didn't seem to have had any particular damage from the fall, and softly rose to the spot.

And as for the kidnapping side, Luckily, Rourier showed no glimmer of escape.

On the contrary, when Roulier turns to the kidnappers, he grabs a small fist and creates a fighting pose.

"Shh, shh."

He showed off his shadow boxing while reproducing the wind-cut sound with his mouth.

A man who is stuffy and has no voice. Roulier set up to fight. In view of the information about the girl with the title she is purchasing beforehand, which normally seems like she would know what's going on, Lourier's seemingly too weak look and too lousy a fighting pose. The round little fists rolling out of it didn't look like anything dangerous at all, and the kidnappers' normal thoughts had been hampered.

In short, the kidnappers were bewildered and alarmed by their appearance, knowing that their opponents held the title.

Hence...

Punch. Punch. Punch.

With just three body straights, three additional people - a total of four stuffing kidnappers - were created.

"Mmm-hmm," Lurier exhaled satisfactorily in the middle of the corpses, sparkling those half-eyes at the awesomeness of his power at level 20.

Roulier, who was often drunk, eventually remembered that he had been kidnapped and came to think of what his heir might be worried about by now.

Roulier walked out tech to go home.

"Ma, stay!

The first man to be hit by an elbow shot recovers by the time he manages to speak up and calls a still voice to Roulier.

But the moment he saw Rulier's face, who stopped and looked back at him in discipline, the man regretted calling him to a halt.

It's not like there was anything remarkable about Lourier. Being there is just a blurry half-eyed little girl as usual.

But that's why there's a cold sweat running down a man's back.

Girl with no weirdness whatsoever. Damage done to that girl. The irrationality of the fact that the two completely unconnected are equals.

The man stares back at the girl watching this one in silence. He looked innocent. But the child is innocent and cruel. I hallucinated myself to be torn apart so that the child would worm legs in play, and the amount of cold sweat in the man increased.

The man made a quick decision. Correcting his posture as he nodded to the ground, he laid his hands on the cobblestone and lowered his head.

"Lady! No, Monsieur! I apologize for trying to grab you. So what do you say, you don't come to us thinking you can help? Exactly!

The other men who were stuffy around also nod one to look at each other and confirm when they wake up Noronoro and his body. And...

"Please!

"You're right, mister!

"Mister! Be strong like a brave man. - Please lend me that power!

Four big men showed it in front of a girl. It was undisputed dirt.

The Japanese heir will praise him for having no choice. By the way, my heir still doesn't know that there is a culture of dirt in this world.

Roulier's sleepy half-eye sparkled.

The puffy cheeks are slightly juicy, and the nose is supine and rough.

"... if it's stuck, it's the only way. I want you to let me handle it."

Men face up to Rulier's words.

"Oh."

"Mister!"

"Thank you!

Whenever I'm called Mr. Tsubaki, Lourier's nose gets even rougher.

"All the time. I am."

The big man called me Mr. Tsubaki and told me he was strong as a brave man, and Roulier was totally on track.

Guided by the men, Roulier walks out with a Doya face.

He took the kidnapper and walked out with Tech, as if he were the boss.