Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Beyond the wall I dug on. It was like a warehouse lined with wooden shelves.

When Bayu broke into the room, he went without hesitation to one shelf, from which he took a small crate marked 'Main Building/XI'. Eleven is the room number of the room where the Bayus were. What was in the box was the status tag of Bayu and the other three. Incidentally, the eleventh to twentieth rooms of the main building, called the back rooms, are mainly those used by dark slaves. The door of the room will always be locked and the inhabitants of this room will also be tagged, so there will always be pressure to kill without hesitation if they escape.

When Bayu recovered the tag, he put it on Kyle and Vita's neck, and when he equipped himself with the tag, he headed to another shelf again.

There was a messy line of weapons on that shelf. The number is high, but the variety is mostly swords and spears, so much so that there are a few other crossbows and sticks. This is a piece of equipment used by human beings in the Chamber of Commerce. Only this shelf is oddly scattered compared to other shelves, probably because the humans who had come and gone until earlier took their weapons in a hurry.

Bayou started to pinpoint the weapon thinking about the time of need, but his tail was shaking hard left and right, whether his manhood ached in front of the weapon.

Is Kyle and Vita funny with their rocking tails or are they playing to catch them?

"... Come on, Scoop."

From the side of Bayu, Lurier pinched his mouth with a hybrid face.

"What's Scop... a weapon? Well, I don't think it's here either way."

"Mm-hmm. Then the sword. And the sword is amazing."

Not because Roulier recommended it, but Bayou took the long sword.

I tried to pull the sword out of the sheath in a slightly distracted pose to check the condition of the blade - but the sword was too long to flutter with a breath. The kids looked at him wonderfully like that.

"... oh hon"

When Bayou deceives him with a cough, he puts the long sword down and grabs the short sword instead.

I checked the blade and had no problems so I put it through my belt and carried it on my back.

"Okay. This way now."

From behind the room, Rulier digs the wall again, as Bayu instructed.

Next time, the place where the hole was connected was the hallway.

Faced out of the hole and making sure there were no people, the four go down the hallway with Kosokoso.

It wasn't just the light from the window, it even used demonic props to go through the brightly lit hallway, turn the corners, and descend the stairs. Just keep going until you hit it. Check the perimeter once,

"Here, please"

Follow the instructions of the whispering Bayou and dig a hole in the wall again.

Then it was already outside there.

That place, where the managed conifers lined up at equal intervals, is still on the premises of the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce, but it is rarely a place where people come and there is no sign of anyone.

"This way."

I am not lost in Bayu's footsteps.

It's a familiar place because people at the Chamber of Commerce have been helped many times with troublesome tasks, such as weed mowing and pest control.

Proceeding according to Bayu's lead, he quickly arrived at the place he had opened.

"This is the back door. It doesn't look like they usually use it much, but there are carriages as well as this. Let's get on this and get out of here."

The continued roar seems to be slightly changing where it occurs, but is generally heard from the front mouth. You'll be able to escape inconspicuously through the back door on the other side.

The four ran over to the carriage.

We have to get the horses from the stable and connect them to the carriage, but let's keep the toddlers waiting in the carriage before then. That's what I thought, and Bayu opened the carriage door - it solidified.

"... This is... This is when some interesting guests arrived."

Beyond the door. What made me laugh so bitterly was the sturdy blonde dressed in tailored, skinny clothes.

"Or should I say it's because this is the time? Running through the back door is the same as thinking."

In the carriage were the ancestors - Miriardo.

Surprised by the unexpected appearance of Miriardo, one man walked out of the carriage before Bayu, who jumped off the spot.

It's not Mirialdo. There was another man in the carriage besides Miriardo.

He was a small but fat man like a ball. Still, it doesn't look dull at all, letting the dangerous air that only those who make battle work have.

Unexpectedly, Bayou reached for the sword on his back, but his hand, knowing that the man in front of him was the awesome baton of arms hired by the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce, was trembling in small pieces.

Two more men emerged from behind, folding badly there, as if to be pinched.

"- Whoa."

And it wasn't Bayou who leaked his voice disgustingly, but one crack in the man who showed up. The man who pulled the horse was looking at the children and pulling their faces apart.

He was a familiar opponent to Roulier. He was one of the four men who kidnapped her.

The other one who showed up with the kidnapper is an extremely skinny tall man. Like a fat man, this man had a dangerous aura wrapped around him to see.

The overly skinny man pulls out his weapon without changing his complexion one at a time, as he ascertains what the Rouliers look like.

It was the slallish and elongated iron hook claws, like his own hands and legs, that were pulled out and reflected the chiraliness and sunlight.

"Mm."

Roulier grabbed the scoop and showed him how to respond.

There,

"Well, wait."

Millardo coming out of the carriage takes control of the men.

"[Scopper] My lord. There seemed to be a slightly unfortunate mistake between us. If you don't mind, why don't we talk inside?

"Sir."

A fat man told me to blame him a little, but Mirialdo doesn't fit in.

I continued further as I turned to Roulier.

"I don't know if you understand the situation, but this isn't the time to argue."

There was another roar.

Because of my mind, the source of the sound is closer than it was earlier.

"There is a common crisis looming for both you and us. If you could just listen to me, you'd know what that means. Of course, let's promise we won't imitate the rough hand. What do you say? At least I think it's a smart choice, rather than fighting while sheltering a little kid like that?

"Mmm."

The roaring lourier sees Kyle and Vita clinging to Bayou.

I thought "mmm" for a while and eventually lowered the scoop I had set up.

"That's wise. Come on, get in."

That's what I said and laughed at. Following Miriardo, the Rouliers also boarded the carriage.

Sunny day streets.

The cobblestone path built in nature was called the Sacred Way.

While on the way to connecting Rosoliek with a large city called Berg, there was now no human figure, and the birds were walking around swallowing for food.

In such a serene scenery, when I wondered if one dry sound sounded crisp, suddenly the purple electricity overflowed and burst.

Ballyy, and the sound of tearing air can be played, and the birds fly in unison.

If you look at a cloudless sky, it's an approximate unlikely sight. But that should be it, too. Purple electricity was not from the sky, but overflowing from the earth. Purple electric muscles overflow from the gaps in stone that shape the Holy Way. One. Two. Three bottles. More and more purple electric muscles irregularly reshape as they twist, and eventually it converges to mould a person's appearance with a dazzling thunderlight.

"- Ugh."

One man stood on the sacred road, where the light subsided and the birds were completely gone.

It is Lanza.

Lanza, who appears above the Sacred Road, circles her neck to check her surroundings once. But there, when I thought I had fluttered and broken my posture, I fell on one knee to the cobblestone without stomping. Potatoes on the clap and blood on the ground.

Lanza, who wiped the nosebleeds flowing with

"That's why I don't like using this."

And I bogged without force.

He turned his hand behind his waist and opened the red lid when he took out the potion. Then the smoke rises slightly from the container of the potion. When Lanza, who frowned, tilted a container like a metal test tube, a drizzly jelly object spilled out of it. The potion is inherently liquid and not such a jelly object.

Lanza pounded one tongue and threw the potion away as it was.

Then I'm going to retrieve the potions in my hand and check them all.

"- Is it still all gone?"

I meditated with a fed up look.

The magic Lanza used to escape Sefina - "Thundering Turn" is very advanced magic. At the level of Lanza's [magic theory], it was not meant to be used.

The Thundering Transformation process involves first transforming your body and belongings into lightning, moving in a state of lightning, and reconstructing and reconstructing yourself from lightning again after moving.

Lanza was perfectly able to thunder herself, but had problems moving and rebuilding. When it comes to mobility, the practical level was reached by preparing a “road” in advance, but much remains to be done to rebuild it, the result of which is the damage to the flesh that failed to rebuild it, a potion that turned it into a defective product.

But even such incomplete magic had to be used to get rid of that predicament.

"Think about it, it's something that's unscrupulous."

Looking back on my adventurer days, I never took this much risk.

He escaped after spending a cup of time with the world's most powerful red-name, the Three Ferocious Red. It's just the biggest battle of my life.

But...

"... I can't believe I'm fighting for my life... while I'm at it"

Lanza scoffed at herself.

Such a look on his face frightens me, regrets, anger, giving up, all sorts of things pass and disappear. But at the end of the day, when you laugh at it,

"I don't feel bad."

That's what I said and looked up.

When I shook my head to wake up as it was, I stood up and looked forward.

"Sometimes I can see it from out of MP."

It is said that when the MP expires, it generally leads to a weak state of mind. Lanza is getting older, too, to the point where she even remembers that she doesn't have to.

When checking the status, the MP is not only critical, but also the HP is critical. You can say it's a step ahead of dangerous waters.

But even if I wanted to recover, all the potions turned into waste.

"I'd appreciate it if Miriardo picked it up here..."

I look north, but I can't see anyone on Holy Road.

Given the time Lanza has earned for Sefina opponents, Miriardo should have been able to afford to escape, but I don't see how far he's come now. Though given the speed of "Thundering Turn," I'm pretty sure I outran Myrialdo on the way.

"Wait or proceed"

I tried to say I never wanted to see you again, but I don't think that would make Sefina miss you.

In the end, I couldn't ask him out, but he's definitely searching for Mirialdo for some purpose.

The question is whether Miriardo, who should have fled early, realizes that Sefina's purpose is herself.

If you haven't noticed, we have to rendezvous early to let you know the facts they're after...

"... no"

Lanza turned south as she shook her head.

At the end of the line of sight is the southernmost point of the continent, where the mountain range of swords is interrupted. At the foot of the mountain range, which overlaps multiple spinous mountains, you can see the contours of the magic mining city of Berg.

I have confirmed that Myrialdo and I will meet in Berg in advance. Even if Sefina came after us, it would be quicker for herself or Myriad to get to Berg. Then it would be more efficient to move on than to wait here for yourself to move a lot in advance.

"That's a lot to do."

Lanza walked out south, whipping at her fluttering body.