Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

"Is there really a lourier in here?

"Perhaps, but if the crowd lurks, there's no better place than Slam."

The more east the city in Berg goes, the more it changes its appearance.

The paved cobblestone gradually peels off the soil, and the building turns into a cluttered one with no stone or wood or unity.

The change is at a glance when it comes to the eastern end.

The odd view of the mountains and the city merging, left without even being cut down by the trees, is no longer the city of Berg, where the heirs know.

"... but it's just the two of us after all"

In the unfamiliar scenery, his successor, who stepped on the dirt ground one step, bogged down.

Walking next to him is just one old merchant, Fried, of the Butler's Lazeheima Chamber of Commerce.

"I can't help but bring those who can't fight to the slam"

The majority of them are merchants, albeit with a large number of personnel from the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce. Of course I don't have the fighting ability. Bringing such a person to a danger zone means that it is Othi who is being pulled to his feet, and other personnel are hitting the gathering of information elsewhere. Still, it cannot be that there is no danger at all due to the characteristic of the kidnapper's search, so a handful of combatants also hit their guard, and only two heirs and Fried were to come to the most dangerous slums as a result.

"That means you can fight, right?

"Somewhat"

"... somewhat hey"

The heir looks at Fried in surprise.

Indeed, the decently stretched walking figure of the spine is more than ten centimetres taller than the heir and is so supple as to not seem to be fit or old man.

In this world, however, physique does not necessarily lead directly to strength.

"What's your level?

"............ do you think I will answer?

"I guess."

Should I say again, level doesn't seem to be a good thing to teach others at ease. Naturally. Levels are too absolute as an indicator of strength. It's so important that one of these numbers accounts for the winning and losing trail quite accurately.

Instead, the heir was relieved by Fried, who did not answer the question.

"So, how do we find it?

"Just wait"

"... wait?

Fried, who was leading his successor, stopped at a somewhat more promising, lonely, vacant spot than the others.

Apparently, waiting for something here, that is.

"I'm letting you do it the way you did. I could have said it myself. I'm not your in-laws... are there more? You're not supposed to have time to relax."

"... Is that possibly what you're talking about 'inheritance'?

Inheritance - the phenomenon of taking over the title of an opponent by killing the holder of the title.

Because of this, Roulier's life is in danger.

"Oh."

"Then you'll probably be fine. If it was a simple inheritance aim, Roulier would have been killed on the spot. I went out of my way to grab it, so it's unlikely they'll kill me any time soon."

A wrinkle stopped between her successor's eyebrows.

I do know what Fried would say, but it still seems like it's just optimism.

For example, once the heir was beside him, he was going to split up and then kill him, or the people who grabbed him were just the lower end, and there were inheritance aiming parent balls behind him, if only possibilities, and so on.

Fried went on further to his successor, who looked unconvinced.

"I still have a basis. Roulier, and so do you - the title of both of you is somewhat more difficult to target for inheritance."

"... difficulty?

"To aim for inheritance, it doesn't just mean you have to kill them. It is said that the target side also has conditions and must have acquired at least one skill related to the title. For example, if your heir [Demon Eye King] does not possess one skill in the Demon Eye system, killing you will not inherit the title."

I see, and the heir was convinced, at the same time, that a black cyclops appearance manipulating the demonic eye appeared in the back of his brain.

(Could it be that he was originally [Demon Eye King] and that was inherited by me...?

Freed goes on even further.

"And it's Lourier - did you call it [Scopper]? The question is what are the skills associated with this [Scopper]? Do you understand my successor?

Even so, isn't it a skill about Scoop because it's [Scooper]?

That's what my heir thought, I think.

(What do you mean [Scopper] in the first place?

The heir thought to herself that it was a scoop use or a congruent meaning, but would get stuck in words if asked if she could assure me.

For example, if my successor [Demon Eye King] is the "King" of "Demon Eye," I can easily predict that it is a word that stands for a powerful Demon Eye user -

(No, but can you only think of me as a scoop user? Or do you actually have nothing to do with Scoop or anything, just because I'm the one who knows Rourier uses Scoop and I think so with preconceived notions? - No, no, wait. In the first place, I understand the different language "Scopper". I don't even know what it means to be clear, but it's being translated into my brain to tell me that's a word close to Scoop. Then I'm pretty sure [Scopper] is a title about Scoop)

If so, do you still mean Skills related to Scop?

What skill is that then?

to his successor, who contemplates in silence, remembering Roulier's skills,

- I mean, that's what I'm talking about.

In Fried's voice, his heir's consciousness was drawn back from the sea of thought.

"Perhaps those who grabbed her will follow the same thinking as you do today. And the answer to that is not easy. If I'm wrong, everything will be pointless."

Therefore, we cannot aim for inheritance until we have an answer.

I mean, until then, we're talking about Roulier not getting killed.

"You'll have to start by checking her gear and status. There must be a respite for a day or so, even if it's less."

Where his heir was convinced, two figures just walked in front of them.

"Uh-huh. Seriously. He's a B-rank merchant."

"This is so twisted. Besides, there's one escort."

The only thing that showed up was a pair with bad looks to see - and I thought, where were you hiding, eight more to surround you and your heirs. A total of ten men showed up.

"Hey, Mr. Jii. We're having a little trouble with the money. Can I borrow some?

"You're a B-rank merchant, so you don't have much, do you? If you don't want to hurt your eyes, please."

"You're too stupid to walk alone with an escort like this. And that's the F-Rank Adventurer."

"Ha ha, you've got a high tuition fee, Jizzy. Be careful what happens next."

Men who spoken voluntarily.

watching how it goes. The heirs,

"Could it have been these guys waiting?

"Yes. A weak man who can't be attacked if he parties with his old man and his F-rank adventurer while having the eye satiety to find his lost prey as soon as possible. It's an affordable person to talk to, isn't it?

Freed tells them to be nothing.

"Ahhh? What are you talking about? Just get the money."

Here, the man who raised his voice has a strange experience.

Until now, there must have been an old man in front of him, but for a moment I wondered if his sight had shaken, and the next moment the old man disappeared from his sight, instead lined up with the faces of his familiar companions.

(Ha-? What happened?

That was the man's last thought.

The man, whose neck rotated a hundred and eighty degrees behind him in front of his flashing companions, fell without knowing what had happened to him and never rose again.

And at this time, the same was true of my heirs.

Fried instantly twisted the neck of the man involved, but he didn't think he was going to kill him all of a sudden.

"- Hey. Weren't you supposed to listen?

to his inadvertently voiced heir,

"... oops, excuse me for this. I've got a habit."

To the old man who fell in that way, his heir cannot forbid war. I thought it would be a Laseheima, but I knew it would not be trustworthy at all, such as the title of the merchant shown in the Occupation column of the tag.

"Come on, come on!

"You killed him. You're kidding me!

The men who were killed one by one pull out their swords and knives.

At that stage, the successor also moved out.

An earlier blow by Fried. Moving from the tag to the attack in an instant was brilliant, but her successor saw that she would have been able to do it without any problems.

The strength of men who could not even react to that attack becomes inevitable.

Hence...

The heir kicked the man's tibia to pieces with iron plated boots when he stepped into the pocket of a man who was nearby.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Leaving him alive, he takes his escape leg, and he also takes his fighting power. Simple, but this would be the most effective way.

Hearing my buddies scream, the men shake up their weapons and come at me.

but - slow.

The heir kicks and crushes the shaken sword with a single piece of paper. A knife sticks out there, but Fried grabs and twists up its arm from across it. He threw his wrist, elbow, and extreme momentum and snapped his arm.

Six left in no time. But the moment his heirs recognized the numbers, Fried had already hit his next prey. Five left. The heir continues silently, realizing the pointlessness of counting.

It didn't take two minutes from there.

When his heir took a small breath and Fried paid off the dust on his sleeve, there was no one left on the spot and the men with broken hands and feet were rolling.

I hear groaning and sobbing from all over.

"- Well, let me tell you a little bit."

The men tremble when Fried's voice sounds.

Fried realized at the end of the battle that he was no match for the enemy. Even the men who abandoned their weapons and begged forgiveness continued to destroy their hands and feet mercilessly with no ears to listen to.

The men were completely frightened by such a horrible old man.

"Actually, we've been searching for people. Don't you know a sheep girl? Whoever kidnapped her must have run into the area."

"Yu, kidnapped ⁉ No, I don't. It's not us!

"Hmm. We have nothing to do with this, do we?

Fried twisted up critical when he took the arm of one man.

Every time I hear an unpleasant noise from my mechanical joints, the man's face turns blue.

"Ho, it's true... I really don't know any of those kids. It's not us, believe me..."

There's no sign you're lying to the tear-eyed man.

"Hmm. Then let's change the question. The kidnapper is a foursome of men. Do you have any idea? You think you know someone who might have seen someone like that or done something like that?"

The men looked at each other,

"... wouldn't Zakke and the others do about kidnapping?

"No, I've heard more about the Mamrooks grabbing women than that."

"But this one's about kids, right? I've never heard of those guys being Lorikon. Roman perverts are more suspicious than that."

You want to be helpful and desperate, the men raise their names one after another.

So one of them spoke to the frightened Freed.

"... you know, I don't know if it matters. I don't know, maybe it doesn't matter, but I saw it if it was a combination of four guys and one kid"

"What do you mean?

"No, it didn't feel like kidnapping at all, but a kid was walking with four guys. Kids are sheep... I don't think it matters, for once."

Fried conceived, but his heir reacts instead.

"When?

"... Huh? Uh, I think the sun was still around there."

The man is the safer arm, pointing to the sky.

The heir confirmed the position of the sun after losing sight of Lourier, but the position of the sun at that time was almost identical to where the man pointed.

(... coincidence?

But I feel like it's too much of a match for a lot of things. It would be premature to truncate completely irrelevant.

But then what does it mean that the child was walking with the men?

No way, Lourier's going to walk with the kidnapper who grabbed him, and it's not a story I'm sure he understands.

"- For once, you'd better look at the crime scene"

"Right. Hey, show me."

So the man realized his failure.

"... hey, it's up to you. Get up quick."

Are you happy or unhappy that your legs were safe?

Leaving a resentful gaze on his companions, the man was taken by one, his heirs.