Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

When his heir woke up, the first person in sight was the old man's face.

"You're awake."

The old man who said that was Fried.

Fried was kneeling beside his fallen heir and peering into his face zippily.

The heir tries to wake up her body, but she has a terrible headache and accidentally puts on her face. In addition, his face also felt strange and uncomfortable with his skin sticking out.

"Are you all right?

Listening to Fried's confirmation, his successor finally slowly wakes up his torso when he blinks strongly two or three times.

"What..."

"Don't you remember?

That's what they say, and the heir explores memory. Roulier was grabbed, came to Rosolique, headed to the Miriardo Chamber of Commerce, and traced his memory, where Sefina's face crossed the back of his brain, bouncing badly.

Keep your gaze running around but no sign of Sefina.

"Rest assured. For once, it's safe."

"What do you mean? What happened to you?

It was a brick room that had an heir.

The walls of the room have flashly collapsed on one side, and the interior is doomed with its debris. From the hole in the wall, there was a full view of the outside, and somehow a large number of humans moved around busily outside, raging and noisy.

"'The Three Biggest Red' beat you up, and you walked away right away. Probably thought you were dead. Because I thought so, too."

This is how I'm pimped, but I'm told. That's what my heir thought, but when I thought about it, I felt like I was pimping too much. Touch the beaten face but no injuries.

"The wound has already disappeared because I used the potion."

As Fried said, I checked my HP and it was kicking in full speed.

"Well, I'm sorry."

"It was really critical, though. I survived well. It's a big deal."

It even sounded ironic for a moment, but the voice had a color of praise that was not false. But if you think you've been unnecessarily beaten up and passed out by someone you've just defined as a resentful enemy, you can't honestly be happy where you've been praised. Praiseworthy or nothing in the first place, the heir was just passing out.

The heir floated to the top of the Buddha if he was not convinced.

"Normally, you're dead. Depending on compatibility, even B-rank adventurers would not have been able to stand it. Apparently, you have considerable defensive skills."

When Fried says, his heir says, "Hmm?," he tilted his inner neck. Would you have had defensive skills? The heir glanced at the status.

Skills

[Body surgery Lv3] [Throwing Lv2] [Eating Lv2] [Magic sensing Lv2] [Magic manipulation Lv2] [Language Lv4] [Arithmetic Lv3] [Extreme concentration Lv1] [Toxic resistance Lv1]

I didn't know if it was a defensive skill, but I found one change in the skills section.

[Eating LV2].

This is an ineffective skill that I was acquiring after my engagement with Dana Route, when I realized it.

When I checked my status this morning, it must have been LV1. I don't even remember hearing the level up announcement. That means I can only assume that I ate Sefina's fist and leveled it while she was unconscious.

"... [eats all]"

The heir stared at the void window, forgetting about Fried, and groaned with polarity.

"Well, you have good skills."

Oh, when I thought about it, Fried was already reacting.

The heir unwittingly shows a bitter face, but it is himself who is bad, no matter what.

"............... what kind of skills are they?

I've already reopened and decided to ask.

"[Eating up] is more of a defensive aid than a defense. Shall I call it a skill to withstand attack? Gain powerful Immediate Death and Knockback Resistance against attacks within your Perception."

Hmm, and my heir puts her hand on my jaw.

This would mean that an attack that is visible would make it easier to withstand without dying.

Seems like a pretty good skill from what I hear.

"But they busted you from the outside to this room, didn't they? Me? Regardless of the immediate-death resistance, it's unlikely to be a knockback resistance."

Looking out through the hole in the wall is far from where I should have stood.

It's enough to make me wonder how many meters I've been beaten up.

"With that in mind, you should consider it done to this extent. Otherwise, it would have been ground meat by now, pushing through the other wall."

Disgusting things are said and the expression of the heir is blatantly distorted. Just then...

"Oh, are you okay? Good for you."

It was a middle-aged man who let his face peek through a hole in a broken wall who flew a bright voice.

He was a completely unrecognizable person to his heir, but apparently not to Fried, and he made a light meeting to show it. And

"How about a tail?

And just as quickly, Fried asked the man who showed up.

"We're done here for now. There were no kids like you said, but should we check them out?

"Yeah, please"

The heir didn't really understand the story, but Fried urged him to go out of the room from a broken wall about after the man.

"... what about these guys?

The heir asked Fried about the people there, looking over the premises.

"They are the adventurers of Rosolique. And you have an Adventurer, a Commercial, and an employee of both guilds. It's the end of the Three Homicides Red."

In the corner of the site where he followed the middle-aged man and reached, the bodies were lined up with slacks. Numerous bodies did not retain their original forms, a sight that was unfathomable to the front.

"That's all the bodies on the property."

A middle-aged man explains to his heirs.

"Slaves still?

"Oh. Not a single slave in the body. This is all an associate of the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce. So Sefina is complying with the request. So far..."

Hearing that word, the heir is about to lose strength from all over her body. Because if the middle-aged man is right, then Roulier means he's safe.

But a strange sentence caught on and I immediately got back to my mind.

"... the request? What are you talking about?

When his heir asked, a middle-aged man looked like a bum.

Fried opens his mouth on behalf of such a man.

"Apparently, she's on quest for Miriardo."

"Quest?"

"The Crusade of the Dark Slaver and the Rescue of the Slave" - that's the quest she took in the Adventurer's Guild.

Successor thought stops at Fried's explanation. Understanding is like not catching up.

"Wait a minute...... The quest you took in the Adventurer's Guild? That woman is a red name, isn't she? Can you even take a red name for a quest? No, before that, if your red name gets close to your guild, you'll be fighting the Adventurers."

line up the natural doubts of the heirs,

"... the battle is over. Rosolique's high-ranking adventurers worked together to set it up, but it was a payback. And then... you know what I mean? I just have to shut up and listen."

What is floating in the face of the middle-aged man who answered was giving up and disappointment.

The heir gets stunned. That means a big city like Rosolique gave in to a whole woman. This world grows greatly in the power of individuals with the presence of levels. I understand that. But still, the conditions are all the same. If so, the power of numbers prevails in the end. I was thinking that way, but apparently not necessarily.

So, Fuji's heir noticed.

"... then why did that woman take a quest or something?

That's right. You don't have to take that. If you want a reward, you just take it. The city is surrendering in its entirety. No one can stop it.

But that question chooses the wound of a middle-aged man.

"You know what?"

With his face as though it was painful, the middle-aged man threw up in a grumpy manner.

The question of the heir is the same. Even though it's a story you can take away if you want money, all I could think of was being played from them, such as taking the job deliberately from the person you beat up.

There Freed breaks in with a sober voice.

"It would be futile to think about anything around it. The other person is not normal in the first place. More importantly, do you have a roster of slaves from the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce?

"... roster?... Oh, the commercial guild guys are in charge over there, so you should check it out"

As the middle-aged man pointed out, Fried thanked him and walked out. My successor follows me after that.

There were a lot of people there. Old and young, varied, but when I checked the windows, they were Myriald-owned slaves. There is no such thing as a roulier in it.

"You've had such a safe man."

Given the tragic state of the Chamber of Commerce building, it is an astonishing number of people.

"Yeah, they were gathered in one place. So she wasn't rambling without thinking about it either."

As it was, Fried walked over to one man.

"Are we all here?

The other person who asked that is an official of a commercial guild who was filling out something on paper while overseeing the slaves.

"No, some seem to have escaped by the noise, about eighty-five percent of the total"

"Can I look at the roster?

"Go ahead."

Commercial guild officials offered Fried a bunch of paper.

"- Naturally there is no mention of Roulier,... you have three children in your absence. His name is Bayu. Kyle. Vita."

The heir who hears that gets a pounding.

"I have four children..."

"Yeah, you're right."

Fried nodded to his heir who remembered what the slum floater was saying.

"You mean Rourier ran off with that kid"?

"Probably."

The heir breathes small. Be a little more adult, I suppose, but if you're still alive and sound, that's fine. If you think about it, it's unlikely that Roulier will be in any more danger. Not to say there's no danger at all, but Rosoliek is in the middle of a mess right now, and the adventurers shouldn't be anywhere near targeting the title of Lourier either. More importantly, Sefina's failure to target slaves was the biggest reassurance material. Then, if we find it slowly and reliably -... and when we thought that far, our successor realized. I noticed and blued clearly.

"... hey, does rescuing a slave include, in the request statement, a lourier?

Yes, it is. The request Sefina received was "Crusading the Dark Slaver and Rescue the Slave".

What do you refer to here as rescued slaves when you refer to the Dark Slaver as Myrialdo?

If the slave to be rescued here means' the slave to which Myrialdo is the owner ', or if Sefina understands so, that does not include Rourier. Even though Rourier was captured by the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce, he should remain a slave to the Laseheima nominally.

The heir looks over at the slaves gathered there. Without one exception, the window is marked as Myriald-owned.

"... Indeed. This was a blind spot. Taking into account the likelihood of being caught, it is normal to protect untagged and other owned slaves, but 'Three Felonies Red' is a bit harsh opponent to seek normality anyway."

When that happens, I can't bring it on. If we don't find him quickly, Rulier and Sefina may come into contact with some kind of clap.

"Do you have any idea where he escaped?

"No, but if you ask, you'll find out soon enough."

"To whom do you ask?

"It's him."

That's what Fried turned to was the middle-aged man I was talking to earlier.

- Are you there?

When I approached the middle-aged man again, who was wearing a cloth on the body, he called out to me from the man.

"No, apparently he's escaped outside"

"That's hard."

"I'd like to talk to you there, but I'd like to talk to the watchman."

"... you mean you want to hear if you didn't see the running child?

Fried snorts. from beside it,

"What watch?

and his successor asked.

"She should have surveillance of the adventurers. We should have been watching this building even while she was rampaging, so we might have seen the Rouliers flee."

To Fried's explanation, the heir nodded so much that he would be, but on the contrary, the middle-aged man shook his head sideways.

"No, you're probably right, but things are actually a little different. Technically, we haven't been able to monitor Sefina's movements."

Fried gives the word a strange look.

"... you say weird things. So how did you get here knowing she'd left the premises?

"I used other methods than surveillance. Sefina has too high a level of sensing skills to be on guard in the first place. The scouts who were watching Sefina have been wiped out. Some of them had the ridiculous [telescopic] skill of being a B-rank scourge and even counting bird shit that fell on the roof of a house on the other side of the city, but even he didn't come back alive."

So once the man cut off his words, and, uh, let down his heavy breath, he went on even further.

"That being said, there are idiots everywhere. When Sefina took the quest and started wandering around the city, there were some young people who tried to sneak up on her behavior if you don't mind. Of course, they found out right away and killed him, but for some reason there was only one guy who survived. If you ask me, he was just using [olfactory detection] to follow the smell on the far roll."

When the man talked that far, Fried looked somewhat difficult and thought about it.

"So I figured out that Sefina's sensing skills are sensitive but incomplete. Rarely, [sight sensing] or I think he has similar skills. So whether it's high-level [covert] or [latent] users watching, [telescopic] skills to monitor from afar are noticed immediately, but it's not a problem to use [olfactory detection] or [auditory detection] to detect motion in faraway windings that you don't directly see"

"I mean, you were placing guys with that kind of skills around the building?

When his heir confirmed, the man nodded.

"Oh. That's not why I was monitoring you visually, so it's hard to identify a particular individual. So you're desperately focused on remembering Sefina's footsteps and smell. So it might be useless to ask, but still, okay?

Now when the man checked better, he nodded that there was definitely no heir.

"Oh. Much better than not asking. Can we talk right away?

"Most guys are still stuck with Sefina, so I can't talk right away, but there's only one guy who's retired. You can call him now."

"Please."

When his heir answers, the middle-aged man tells something out loud to another man who was a little further away. After a while, a man walked over here. With ears on his head, he must be an animal tribe, but from the eyes of his heirs he could not tell from the detailed species. Is the Beastman man not feeling well or looking much worse?

"... something. I'm not doing this anymore."

"Difference. They want to hear something."

An animal man turns a frivolous eye on his heirs.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Quick, but I need to ask you something. When Sefina was here, you were watching over this place, weren't you? Were there any children who escaped from the premises?

"Kid?... um, I don't think he was there." The Three Biggest Red "is also a lighter footstep, so I don't think I'm going to miss it because I was particularly careful with the small footsteps."

"Sure? It's a children's quartet, isn't it?

"- What? A quartet? Tell me that first. Then I'm definitely not going through. That's why I'm not supposed to miss the quartet. But I was at the back door, so I don't know the front door."

Then the front door doesn't even go through.

Yes, it was a middle-aged man who pinched his mouth.

"It's a foursome, isn't it? The guy who leaves the premises in more than one place started to report everything because of the likelihood of Miriardo. but there is not a single report that the Quadruple left the premises"

So his heir and Fried looked at each other.

"What do you think?

"I don't know. I'm pretty sure he escaped."

When the two of them were thinking, the beast man said, "Ah!" He raised his voice.

"Maybe a carriage"

"Carriage?"

"At an early stage when Sefina's raid began, the carriage had once left the back door. Maybe there was a kid on there"

"Do you have any idea where we were headed?

"It's likely that Mirialdo was on it, so I'm alone, but I have a pursuit. I think I'll come back for a report once I know where I'm going."

and an animal man, turning his face to a middle-aged man.

You're not back yet.

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"What, he's not back yet, he can't use it."

A middle-aged man hoisted his eyebrows as the beast man clasped his shoulders.

"It's Temeer who can't use it. Bokeh. I'm not freaking out, just go after Sefina!

All of a sudden, he was a yelled and frightened beast man, but he immediately says he's a loser.

"No, I won't! By and large, you expect to be okay with [hearing detection]. ⁉⁉R If you find it, it's over! Don't take it personally, even though you're risking your life this way!

The heirs and Fried looked serious with the two of them on their asses who had begun a struggle to say goodbye.

"... what do you think would happen if Rourier stayed with Mirialdo?

"... I have to say it's very likely that it will wind up"

When I hear an answer that I can't replace myself, my heir quietly contemplates it.

"What do you want to do?

To Fried, who asked, the heir gave an immediate answer.

"Let's split into two hands. You're gonna have to wait for the guy who tracked the carriage back here."

"What about you?

Fried naturally asks,

"I'll try to trace it from another guy."

That's all the heirs answered, one of them left the scene.

One carriage was going down the Sacred Road south of Rosolique.

It is a two-headed carriage that draws a large, black painted passenger car.

Thanks to the well-maintained road, the interior of the carriage is less shaky.

In such a car, Bayu was sitting in a nervous facade and equipped bench.

Kyle and Vita look frightened on both sides of him.

Next to it, only a well-seated lourier is as faceless as usual. But the mouth was busy moving with the shadow. I'm eating a treat from Myrialdo. I don't even think about the possibility of being poisoned. If I had a successor on this occasion, I would even begin one of my sermons.

"- That's why. Kill anyone who cares. Kill all those who get stuck. It could kill me if I just got into my eyes anymore. A woman named Sefina is such a horrible opponent among the Three Homicides Red!

In a rather relaxed car because it is also a carriage used to carry slaves, Miriardo was gesturing with a great deal of gesture, telling him about what happened at the Chamber of Commerce and about Sefina, the enemy. Next to it, a fat, tall man, like a ball, refrains, and in the rear of the carriage, an extremely skinny, tall man guards his back out the window. All I had to do was have one man sitting in your seat.

"Plus, that's not all. Oh, my God, Sefina eats humans!

The two toddlers cry out in earnest to Miriardo, who waved his hands up as if to threaten him. Bayu gave up the two of them and said, "Stop it!," said Mirialdo angrily, "Ha ha, wouldn't you be afraid?" He laughed.

Meanwhile,

"Hmm, hmm"

And he's hammering, but hey, paku. Hey, Paku. and Rulier, who is carrying the treats to his mouth one after the other, is dubious if he is really listening.

Made from fried vegetables, this treat was a critical hit inside the rulier.

"Ha, you seem to like it more than anything. Want some more?

"Mm, definitely."

"Don't eat. What would you do if you were poisoned!

Can't stand it anymore, Bayu started preaching instead of his heir.

"It's out of my mind. There's no way you're gonna do that, is there?

"Can you trust what people say!

"Misunderstood, Mr. Bayu. I've told you many times that kidnapping is not my business. I was in trouble. I just lent you some money. Damn it, it hurts."

Bayu clenched his teeth at Miriardo, who said he was shabby.

"Don't be ridiculous! What are you going to do with us?

"There's nothing I can do. I thought you just took him away with you because a vicious passageway showed up. It's times like this when we should let each other's past misfortunes flow into the water and hold hands together, don't you think?

We said to each other, but only on the side of the Rouliers suffered the misfortune to be shed.

Bayu, who knows it, says no offense, but the weak-crowned twelve-year-old boy was easily wrapped up in front of a skilled merchant, only to summon the rabbit. The two toddlers stuck with Bayu like that, and Roulier was still devouring the sweets.

"Totally sad. I can't believe we can't tell each other this much. [Scopper] What about your lord? My men seem to have worked rudeness by mistake, but this is how I apologize. Wouldn't you forgive me?

Mirialdo bowed his head to Roulier. Roulier moves his mummy mouth as he sees it. "Don't be fooled," Bayu said from the side. I carried the treat to my mouth again as I looked at its face. As Myrialdo bowed his head, he offered another bag of sweets softly.

"... if you don't feel bad anymore, let it go"

"Absolutely."

When Miriardo had a refreshing grin, he said, "Liar!" Bayou bit.

"Oh, yeah. You forgot to return this."

That's what Miriardo gives Rulier the tag. Rulier, who hadn't even realised there was no tag until now, let the tags stretch his chest toward the Bayus as he put magic through them.

Indicate the pip tag and appeal to you to look at the name window.

What the hell, but Bayou opens the name window. And I opened my eyes.

Bayou, who secretly thought he was a scopper, finally learns the answer.

"Title…?

Roulier nodded at Bayu, bewildered.

The carriage continues all the way south as you look to your left on a sunny sanctuary road, the Sword Mountains.

The demon mining city of Berg was already looming.

When his heir broke up with Fried, he came to the front entrance of the main building instead of exiting the chamber grounds.

This is where Lanza appeared, Sefina appeared, and Lanza used magic to escape, the place.

The heir stares at the foot - the ground jiggly. At that time, when Lanza used Thundering Turn, no one had noticed except her heir, but Lanza's magic was stretching toward the ground.

Check again where that magic was stretching, it was a ditch there. It just looks like a stone drain at first sight,

…………

There was a metal stick passing through the bottom of the ditch.

A completely unknown substitute, but you can't bother installing pointless objects. Just process the metal this way and pass it through the groove, it should cost a lot more than that.

The heir walked along the ditch.

The ditch continued from the main entrance of the Chamber of Commerce to the outside, from where it was connected to the city drain.

Even then, the stick of metal at the bottom of the groove, which is not known for its purpose, has still been extended and continues even further.

Apparently, the magic of "Thundering Turn" is the magic of traveling at the speed of lightning.

For example, what if I poured that thunder on this stick?

Wouldn't it work like a wire?

His successor, who was walking along the ditch, sometime passed through the central street of Rosolique and came as far as near the city entrance. When we got there, we hit a big street that Fried and the others called the "Sacred Road".

"Hmm?"

The metal bars that were passing through the trenches were interrupted there.

No, to be precise, the stick was buried under the sacred path and completely invisible.

Now I don't know where the stick is going. That's not why you can peel off the cobblestone on the Holy Way to confirm it.

I often wondered what was wrong, and my successor came up with something and activated the [Devil's Eye of Truth].

I wondered if Lanza had any magic left to stretch to the stick.

From the bars of metal stood up slightly, but certainly, white bamboo.

Lanza's magic was white. You'll be sure to see it as his magic first.

Move your gaze straight into the holy path where the metal bars have dived in.

Then a small gap in the cobblestone path revealed a slight leak of white bamboo, confirming how it was dissolving in water that filled the world.

The Sacred Road stretches north and south. The leaking white bamboo continued south on the sacred road. I'll even look north, just in case, but I didn't see anything there.

"That's settled."

The heir turned to the side of the road when she released the demon eye. There was a stash of carriages looking idle. The only thing stopping is the carriage the heirs came in.

The heir, speaking to his waiting lord, let him enter and leave the carriage.

Heading south. The Demon Mine City of Berg.

At this time, his heir had not noticed the red wolf smoke rising from out of town.

The red wolf smoke raised by the adventurer who was tracking Sefina meant "south".

The incarnation of death was moving south faster than its heirs.