Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Galatas has been an unlucky man since the beginning.

If you're happy you got an artifact in the labyrinth, plus [sewing] what a hassle skill, you can have a girlfriend on the day you decide to confess to a woman you fell in love with, you can drop your wallet only after a well-paid job, and that's what you don't have time for.

Such an unlucky man, Galatas, was able to ascend to the position of master of the Adventurer's Alliance, for one thing, as a gift of an irresistible effort.

Still telling Galatas, "What's the most important thing in a person's life? If you ask," it's not an effort, let alone a talent, it's just luck, "he'll answer.

"Stay, Master..."

Inside the Adventurer's Guild Hall in the city 'Rosolique', north of Berg.

Pathetically, the young receptionist, still pale in the face, was still so frightened that he seemed to lose his hips.

And so is Galatas, who stands beside her.

"Are you listening?

There was a demon voice. The voice of a woman who even conceives yet to be young. It wasn't a big bang, it was the voice of the devil.

"[My beloved son of Tenryu], what can I do for our guild...?

Though I thought it was white, Galatas managed to squeeze out his voice.

In front of me was one woman who stretched her curled blonde hair unconstitutionally. He wears a black camisole dress and wraps a bandage from his fingertips to his two arms so that he can hide his arms all around him. From his shoulders, he weaved large, luxurious coats of unsuitable size like cloaks. The coat, which was formerly seen to have been white, was stained red and black by multiple bathed blood, and the red name, as badly stained as it was, glowed demonically on the woman's name window.

Three fierce reds. Tenryu's beloved son.

There's nothing for you or shit. It was this Galatus himself who unleashed the assassin on the woman in front of him.

He grabbed the information that "Three Ferocious Red" was headed for Rosolique and turned over a combat unit consisting of thirty adventurers, including two B-rank adventurers. It was Rosolique's best fighting force without complaining. We know from a report from another scouts that it has already been wiped out. The sharing of that information and future measures, in liaison with commercial guilds, the Episcopal Church and other relevant places, has remained very modest in the guild hall until now. In the meantime, [Tenryu's beloved son] had a scout squad sticking around, and there was supposed to be a gradual report on his behavior, but the fact that she suddenly showed up here without it wouldn't even have to dare to think about what happened to the scout squad.

In the quiet Adventurer Guild Hall.

Officials and adventurers look like the end of the world.

The same applies to Galatas. I cut my best hand on the first hand, so there's nothing more I can do. All you have to do is sit back and wait for death or you dare to make a futile resistance. There's nothing crappy about the choices you can make.

I was going to send in some excessive force.

Even the dragons laughed that they were going to hunt.

Though I told myself that I would be in full swing, I saw the thirty lined mighty men, and wondered if I might be doing too much on my own.

But reality was the exact opposite.

It wasn't enough. Power, thought, everything.

Galatas held his fist in remorse.

I'm sure it was luck that I was missing the most.

I don't have a twitch. I've been Galatus aware of that many times in my life, but this time I seriously curse my own bad luck.

More than anything else, there are only three creatures in the world, such as the Three Ferocious Reds, who come to their city.

"............ why don't you just hit my life?

That's my last responsibility as an Alliance Master.

Don't let retaliation kill all Rosolique humans.

It was a Galatas inquiry with a sad readiness,

"Your life?

And the woman leaned her little neck in earnest and wonder.

And keep going like it's nothing.

"I'm not hungry right now, so I don't need meat."

From the Adventurer Alliance, which was already quiet, this time all sounds disappeared.

Those in the building do not make it slight so that they are even afraid to leak a little breathing noise.

On top of the information, Galatas knew.

I knew [Tenryu's beloved son] 's special preferences.

But I really didn't understand. And now it's time I understood correctly.

The woman in front of you is not human.

Seriously, it's a monster.

"This..."

To the warring Galatas, the woman pulled a single note out of the quest board.

"I'll take this."

One of the peculiar anecdotes of [Tenryu's beloved son] is that he is a red name but acts as an adventurer.

When Galatas first heard the story, for example, he laughed with his nose at what was stupid.

Because there's no way the Alliance would have brokered a quest on the Red Name in the first place, and if the Red Name had approached the Adventurer Alliance before that, the Adventurers would have knocked me out in no time and thought it was over.

But it wasn't.

Now I know that better.

At least the city of Rosolique had no skill or power to defy her.

The street is called the 'Sacred Road'.

It is an incredibly large street that circles the outer edge of the continent over 25,000 kilometers.

Transactions. Military. Or even travel. The cobblestone streets that continue to support people's feet in a variety of applications are the gift of blood and sweat built up by the species of humanity with eight hundred years dedicated around the Episcopal Church.

One carriage was headed north on such a sacred path, looking to the mountains of swords in his right hand.

It is a two-headed carriage made of black elegance.

"Was it Rosolique? How long will it take to get to that city?

In the carriage. It was his heir who raised his voice as he surrendered himself to the shaking body.

The heir asked, looking up at the sky from the carriage window, not the other person.

"It won't take that long. Well, you'll be able to wear it after noon."

Freed is the one who answered without much thought and wind.

As on the outside, inside the luxurious carriage were two successors and Fried.

(After noon...... An hour or two from the position of the sun...?

The heir thinks as she looks at the sun halfway.

Are you still tired, the sun in your sight had a blurred outline regardless of its glare?

Rubbing his eyes loose and gazing back into the carriage, Fried sits at the front.

Inside the carriage were only two heirs and Fried, but in your seat was another Lazeheimer's Chamber of Commerce serving you.

Currently, they were leaving Berg for the northern city of Rosoliek.

"Are you sure they're the killers at that Miriardo Chamber of Commerce?

When his heir confirmed again, Fried nodded with certainty.

"It is the Chamber of Commerce of Mirialdo that dominates the distribution of slaves around the periphery, including Berg, mainly in Rosoliek. If the killer was carrying a Dark Slave, there is no doubt that the Myriad Chamber of Commerce is involved."

"... Dark slaves were slaves who certainly didn't follow the normal procedures... right?

"Yep. A slave who hasn't stepped through the commercial guild process where he can make the designation of a debt slave. This means that the Occupation column of the tag has not been rewritten into slavery. Well, in that sense, we can also say that the Dark Slave of the Myriad Chamber of Commerce is not a Dark Slave."

To Fried's strange rhetoric, his successor frowns.

"... what do you mean?

"It means as it is. For example, this is just one example - suppose you hired someone and left a child abducted from a distant village in a corner of the city. The abandoned child doesn't know where it is and has no power or wisdom to go home on his own. That's how you approach troubled children pretending to be friendly to others and say: I thought I'd lend you the immediate cost of living. Kids have no choice but to snort. But there can't be a child with the ability to pay their debts or something. As a result, you can have one debt slave at a cheap price."

I mean, we're talking about tailoring the kidnapped child to a regular debt slave.

In this way, even a child who has been kidnapped and enslaved does not institutionally mean dark slavery, as he is following due process. That's what I mean about the Dark Slave of the Myriad Chamber of Commerce not being a Dark Slave.

My successor gets slightly flabbergasted as to whether such a stupid story goes through.

"Well, normally, a commercial guild doesn't certify a child with such a suspicious debt as a debt slave, but that's also a story that doesn't matter if there's a collaborator inside the guild. The dark slave that the kidnapper was carrying should also be a kitten and debt slave if you look at the tag. Still didn't equip the slaves with tags, which must have meant closing the information because they were in the middle of a Lurier kidnapping, but more than that, it must have meant they could kill them right when they escaped."

To what was spoken pale, the heir blushed.

When I wonder if Rulier is there for those people, I realize that my unspeakable rush swirls all over my chest. I accidentally look out the window for a destination, but I still didn't see the city of Rosolique.

…………

At this time, you may have realized that if you could afford a little more for your heir, the slave trader would have had someone to sell by taking the slave with him.

And if you have noticed, you may have also come to an idea about the most slave-seekers in Berg.

But the heir didn't notice. Therefore, he was simply flushed unconscious into the matter.

Successors don't know what awaits them before they are flushed.

A tumultuous day was just the beginning.