The God has moved to another world.

Travers waited in the room where Tuck was guided into.

Tuck puts his neck up at the look of how serious he looks.

What the hell happened?

What if you eat too many spicy vegetables and your mouth is sore?

It could be, Tuck thought.

Tuck himself, stumbling on a crop that becomes a spice during farming, occasionally hits something with a certain flavor of darkness, and has had the thought of crying.

It's hard on me.

So much so that after the hit, I stopped wanting to work for a while.

Traver looked slightly strange as Tuck turned his sympathetic eyes.

It's okay, I know.

With that in mind, Tuck nodded and showed it.

Of course, Tuck's expectations are off-target, and he has no idea, but he doesn't realize anything about it.

Either Tuck is sharp or not.

Well, as long as that doesn't matter.

When Tuck gets to his seat, Traver starts an unusual conversation for now.

I was somewhat calm and finally cut to the point.

"Actually, Mr. Tuck is going to have to move to a different location."

Tuck, who heard this, made a hazy look.

I remember what Fenghiko said when he came to see me.

At that time, Fenghiko said:

It was when there was a big change or when help came.

You don't have to do anything in particular, so don't think about anything as usual, Bo.

Because that's what makes it better.

Tuck decided to go back to his fellow villagers.

People who come to help me for that, I don't know what it is, but they're working for me.

This was also well understood by Tuck.

If someone is working for me, shouldn't I help myself too?

That's what I thought, Tuck, but that was denied by Fenghiko.

Anything, they say amateurs shouldn't get their hands on it because professional people have a professional way of doing it.

Tuck is now a professional slaver.

The different genres, the same professionals.

That's why, I see, it was a convincing story.

Whatever happens, let's keep up the usual without thinking about anything in particular.

Yes, I swore to my heart.

Perhaps this is what Funghiko called a "big change".

Honestly, Tuck wasn't sure what was going on, but I just figured out that I just had to do nothing for now.

I'm not proud of it, but Tuck is a little confident about not thinking about it.

If so, will the villages also contend for twelve?

Horns on the rabbit, you just have to do what you always do without thinking.

Tuck must have squeezed his expression and made a numbing salute.

"I get it! I won't do anything!

"Yes?"

Suddenly incomprehensible words and actions clouded Traver's face.

But I'll get back on my mind soon.

What Agney doesn't understand is that it didn't start now.

"Well, uh. In the meantime, I'll be picking you up tomorrow. Follow your instructions."

"I get it!

After responding well, Tuck felt something horrible.

I thought of another thing that Funghiko said.

Oh, maybe I'll be in a situation where I'm too busy to eat sweets or something.

You might want to keep some candy or something sneaky in your pocket.

That was Kazuhiko's heartfelt advice.

The Agnee are my pace.

I don't care what the situation is, I don't break my stance, I'm a non-stressed, living creature.

Of course, Tuck boasts an amazing myth of pace.

It's such a tuck, I'm sure even when the Galtic Mercenaries are doing a rescue operation, it's going to be like no other.

It has nothing to do with tension, and if rescue operations are prolonged, you must be hungry.

I'm hungry, but I can't eat rice at Don Patti's.

When that happens, Tuck must look cute.

Fenghiko had no confidence in his face.

If I saw such a face of the Agney tribe, Fenghiko could be too pathetic to wake up a cardiac mahi.

That's when Tuck would surely keep a smile on his face if he even had one of his candy balls in his pocket.

This advice was intended to stabilize the spirit of Funghiko.

Not knowing so, Tuck reached for the vessel, which was largely placed on the table.

Different kinds of treats are served. I chose some of them and Tuck stuck them in my pants pocket.

Confirming that, he nods contentedly and salutes again towards Traver.

Though Traver questioned the behavior, he still had nothing to worry about because he said, "Well, it's Agney.

"Perhaps this will be the last time I see you in person. Well, if the nobles don't leave your treatment to me again,"

Traver was only given an approximate description of how to rescue Tuck.

In the middle of the transfer, those people are attacked.

And take Tuck and escape.

It will be ready to go.

Perhaps, no, for sure, we can get away with it.

In soldiers in this country, how can you do that to those people?

Nothing, I'm not looking sweetly at soldiers in this country.

Those people are just unusual.

The world is irrational.

There are people who easily overshadow our common sense, like smashing an armed group from the front by themselves.

Travers was also familiar with such existence in relation to dealing with war slaves.

Those are the kind of people that irrationality took shape.

So.

This will be the last time I see Tuck.

Yes, Traver thought.

"How are you, Mr. Tuck? I'm sure the next place to go is much better than here."

"Ha! Mr. Traver, too, at ease! I'm sure it's a good thing!

They say that with such a naive look, Traver laughs unexpectedly.

When Tuck told me that, it was strange that I somehow felt like that would happen.

He wore a black hat that he had sourced from somewhere, and Pryan Blue was performing a light dance.

It's close to rock dancing where we say it on Earth, there's a cut in movement, and it looks pretty advanced.

Amazing would be the fact that the place where you're dancing is on the roof of the building, on that railing.

It's only a few centimeters, even though it's like being upside down to the ground a few dozen meters below if you step off.

Pryan Blue showed no fright in the shards either, but rather a fun Doya face, kicking the dance.

Carin turns a frivolous glance at Pryan Blue, who is either finished dancing alone or posing as a decision maker.

"Um. Why are you dancing in a place like that?

"I was watching the cartoon yesterday. There was some kind of super cool dance in the ending. Don't worry."

Indeed, yesterday, Pryan Blue was in a vehicle for travel, watching cartoons.

Though quite extensive, the interpretation is in the vehicle.

There was a sound leak in the cancer, or I was watching it beside Carin sleeping, so much so that I remembered the content very well.

However, characters with a stylish feel are active, fighting in style and deciding in style.

Anyway, it was an animation that felt stylish.

By the way, animation also exists in this world.

It is one of a wide range of entertainment, from children to adults.

Carin made an increasingly sinister face and looked to Pryan Blue.

"It's dangerous."

"Oh, are you worried? Super sweet. But give it up. I work with no Thanksgiving."

Though he wouldn't put it in his mouth, Carin obviously got the look of "what are you talking about, this guy".

Apparently, Carin was recognized as an associate by Pryan Blue.

Carin doesn't know, but among Skeisler's operatives, she says, "If I come off Pryan Blue's son-in-law candidate, I'll serve one."

It's a famous story that Pryan Blue doesn't consider his peers or anyone in a similar business as eligible for marriage.

And I had very tight eyes to look at my people because I had good personal skills.

If you don't recognize skills, you don't see them as peers or colleagues.

Carin was recognized by Pryan Blue in this short period of time.

"Better than that. This design is really accurate, isn't it?

What Carin showed us was a blueprint for a moving vehicle.

It is of the type used by the government agencies of Bataluda Dide and is of a kind of treatment similar to that of military secrecy.

"It's because of you. Because he's the one with the barrel."

It is the man in the barrel, the thing, the dilaud who has obtained such a thing.

Because it's necessary for this raid, we've illegally broken into the magic arithmetic devices of government companies to get it.

"It was as cluttered security as the Agney clan's doorstep," said Dilload.

"Still, he told me to shoot this with a bowgun and stop it. It's impotent."

Snipe the vehicle from the top of the building you're in and make it stop moving.

That was the job Carin gave me this time.

Of course, he guzzled that he didn't want to, but in that case he said he would be donning on the front line, and he gave up and chose this one.

To Carin with a reluctant look, Pryan Blue laughs niggardly.

"But you can, right?

"If it's as shown in this drawing, I guess so."

When it comes to magical technical matters, Carin doesn't really know.

There is no such combination of expertise, so naturally.

But I could poke the steeple.

Once you know the approximate purpose of the tool, you can find a steep spot.

If you check the appearance of the Warcraft, you can say that the approximate steeple is the same as you can guess.

The position of the heart and brain is roughly unchanged in most animals.

With a certain knowledge, even first-sighted animals and demons can predict some steepness.

Tools are similar, and as long as you have some knowledge of similar things, you can't even predict steep points.

Carin, who was given the blueprint, slammed it into her head.

And if we attack here like this, we should be able to stop it.

He identified the place as his own.

The idea was checked by Dillough and the Doctor of the Galtic Mercenaries.

I could get a heartbeat from both of them that it would be possible to stop them.

"Then be good. Once you're done with your job, clear this place out and pull out. Isn't that an easy job? Carin's the easiest part of the day, isn't she?

"Maybe from everyone else, but I'm full."

"I hear a man is more attractive when he goes through the training grounds, right? I prefer the Honwaka."

Saying, Pryan Blue pulled out the sword he was lowering to his waist.

It is a magical sword with guild crystal magic on the pattern head.

The guild magic tools available in any country are very popular as a weapon without legs.

This sword was acquired through Alliance Chief Boger Throwbird and is a substitute for using magic to embody the sword for a certain period of time.

With only the ability to replicate, a few steps performance is inferior to what Pryan Blue usually uses.

But far better than just fighting with a sword.

When Pryan Blue replicated three pieces of magic through his sword, he held two pieces in each hand, sandwiched between his fingers.

"Well. It's time."

"What? Oh, right. It's about time."

I checked the watch and Carin said like a little nervous.

Soon, work time.

This is the scheduled time at which the transfer of the tuck begins.

When he laughs, Pryan Blue waves his sword.

dancing footsteps, and it was like a kind of sword dance.

Standing position visibly changed to a slash that is continually rolled out in a cushioned motion.

It moves as if it were dancing, but the place where it stands, on a thin railing.

That sword dance even makes you feel some sort of mystery that you can't imagine from the usual Pryan Blue.

Regardless, that's not all.

Even from Carin, who was oblivious to sword moves, he could tell he was highly skilled.

My personality is alley, but Pryan Blue is definitely an awesome operative.

He is a famous swordsman.

Pryan Blue breathed out briefly as he stopped his sword and body perfectly.

It was more than a dozen seconds of sword dancing in time, but Carin, who was watching nearby, is half-assed.

The brilliant moves you see in front of you don't match the usual Pryan Blue and your brain is confused.

"Come on. I was wondering if we could go to a wedding party when this is over."

"Oh, good. It's Mr. Pryan Blue."

"Huh? What does that mean?

From Pryan Blue turning a strange face, Carin turned away softly.

The transfer of the tuck was to be broken down by a considerable number of personnel.

Besides the aristocratic private soldiers who have asked Traver to talk about Tuck, manpower is also coming out of the country's police agencies and army.

Transferred in convoys that mobilized police agencies to regulate traffic and have many soldiers protect them.

It's an unarmed attack.

Although it is often misunderstood, a positive attack method is a positive attack method because it has a high formula for success.

If you don't put a thread on the money or the personnel, it's a shame.

In fact, Tuck's transfer had a staggering amount of effort and money broken.

Many people are stationed around the building owned by Mr Traver.

A makeshift enclosure covering the entrance to and exit from the building and the vehicle was also available.

It would be to make it invisible when Tuck moves to the vehicle.

The vehicle is not of the so-called passenger, it is an armoured vehicle used by the military.

The equipment of the soldiers who are consolidating their surroundings is heavy equipment such as whether they are going to war as well.

External magic sweeper for reinforced outer armor.

It has a magic sword dedicated to medium and close range, even a shield capable of deploying the junction.

It takes a lot of training to use these things.

I'm going to need some magical talent, too.

It's the special forces in this country that are operating.

It seems like a pretty big deal and exaggerated behavior, but given the seriousness of the matter, I can't say enough.

What we deal with is a source of turmoil globally, Agney.

There is also the fear that someone may have already targeted it.

This little vigilance is exercised, such as when national VIPs travel.

Too much attention, I wouldn't say.

The soldiers being mobilized, especially the fully equipped special forces, were particularly briefed on this task.

Metermagito desires, the transfer of the Agny tribe.

We cannot be alarmed only by the fact that some of the world's leading powers may be involved.

They were all equally distracting, and there was considerable tension.

Well, don't be alarmed, just because you're making me nervous doesn't necessarily make it work.

With his face out of the joint ditch on the road, Dillord crawls into the vehicle above it.

The floor part of the vehicle is fitted with an open-closed entrance and exit, and the entrance and exit are no longer visible from the outside.

Dillord sat in his chair and sighed as he was pulled up by the Galtic Mercenary Corps mentors who were in the vehicle.

"Boxing, it's over."

Depending on the country, magic technology is different.

There are few places where wires are used for means of communication with distant areas.

Bataluda Dide is one of them, with various lines of communication buried underground.

Deload had an external connecting device attached to the line.

Doing so makes it easier to penetrate the magic arithmetic apparatus just above it.

The installed device can be operated wirelessly and, to some extent, it is not a problem to leave.

The method of making it easier to remotely penetrate the magic device in these ways was called "boxing" from where the box, or device, was mounted.

Mizuhiko, who was listening, nods as impressed as she held the sword.

"This is it, Hakome"

"Right. Well, I think we can largely cover that now."

What Deload is working on purpose is, of course, a lower preparation to help or take away Tuck.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"It's a signal for road traffic organisation. They're going to change the signal on Mr. Tuck's transport route so it's convenient for us to get to the facility nonstop."

During the transfer, it is common sense that it is most dangerous when stopped.

If it's dangerous when you're stopping, just don't stop and go.

It is truly simple and a clear answer.

Most of all, it is a possible hand because it has a good face for the police.

Unique power moves of nobility, I would say.

"Changing the signal means if you figure out how to change that signal, you'll know the route."

Usually, the transfer route is classified.

Because if it spreads to the enemy, they may be prepared to raid.

I'm ready to move around the corner, but I've been trapped on that road, and I can't even see it.

But it's not like there's no way to find it.

One of them is what Dilloud has just said.

No matter how secretive the route is, we know we'll operate the signal before we go through.

As long as we monitor the network of signaling devices and discover signs of manipulation, we can see where we intend to go by ourselves.

"I can't do it without taking it."

As a matter of fact, Sergei was breaking into a special forces facility in advance and stealing Tuck's transfer route.

If that's what you have, you can do it all the way.

Dilload shook his head to the side unfortunately.

"There are a number of assumed routes. Conditional division, or changing it at the discretion of the field."

By developing a number of routes, we can respond quickly in case.

It will be more laborious, but it will be a useful hand.

Even in the sense of making behavior less predictable, the point of doing it is twelve.

In fact, you can't predict which one to use if you get a corner route diagram, and this is how you get the wings to work.

"Whatever."

"Well. That's right. But I can direct you here."

"What do you say?

"In the unlikely event of an attack, use this path. I've decided it's like that. I mean, in case you wake him up, we can make him choose the way we want him to come."

For example, if you want me to choose the A route, you can attack it in a place called "If I get attacked here, I'll use the A route".

Nor is it impossible to direct an opponent by carrying out a moderate raid.

"Does it work that well"

"I'm in trouble if you don't go. And this explains it for the fifth time today, right?

They said so, and Mizuhiko nodded as impressed.

Mizuhiko is no less than the red sheath, and he is oblivious.

Well, in Mizuhiko's case, I'm just not trying to remember anything I'm not interested in.

"Oops," one of the members of the Galtic Mercenary Corps said, checking the mobile device in his hand.

"It's time."

The transfer of the tuck has begun, it's time to schedule it.

A few of the crew members begin their final preparations.

A member of the driver's seat manipulated the vehicle and set it off.

I've already decided where I'm going next, but I don't have much time.

It's a pretty tight schedule.

Particles of light flooded out of Dillord's shoulder mouth, and artificial spiritual martinas appeared.

"Link with box installed, normal value"

"Like eavesdropping and surveillance, what about that?

"It works fine. You've done a rare and good job."

"Sora, if my life depends on it, I'll work hard."

"For that matter, it was packed in a barrel."

"Oh. I wish I'd been drifting like that. Someone said a full working environment was a shortcut to happiness or something, but you're a liar, aren't you? I don't want to work in the first place, I..."

Sighing, Dillord turned to the magic arithmetic device installed on the vehicle.

Pretty advanced equipment, as ordered by Deload.

To do your job, you can call it a good enough environment.

It's also great to have a small fridge with ice cream inside.

It would be even better if I didn't have to do my job.

Is that a luxury?

"You'll have to do it at last"

"That's right. Well, Mizuhiko's turn is almost up, and I think you should relax."

"What can I do for you?"

Seeing Mizuhiko say it unexpectedly, I wondered if I looked this way from other people's perspectives, too, was Dilloud.