Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

The operation is simple.

Dig a hole from a little hill and connect it to the bottom of the tent, about 1 km behind the Jerkin army. So let's get him out of the basement. That's a classic.

A man's romance here, a planar drill works great! I just wanted to say, the drill gave up because the drilling noise was too loud to be noticed. A man's romance is helpless at times.

Dig it out so that the cut-in is normally placed in a very thin plane, and the dust that comes out stacks appropriately. It has become a bit of a hill, but it is not noticeable because it is originally hilly.

There is no doubt about the excellence of planar magic, but it nevertheless took a lot of time to dig a tunnel as much as 1 km; by the time I had finished digging holes to the bottom of the four tents, the sun was leaning largely west.

I have to gauge the timing a bit from here. There will probably be a change of watch around the evening. There may be an inspection at that time. It's just after that. The next shift will be in the morning, so we can delay discovery until then.

While we wait, let's see if anyone looks great. I need to talk to you. A story that could possibly involve physical pain. Sad, but this is s (abbreviated below).

Closer to the tent where the bullet was stored, there was a tent of sorts. Bigger than the surrounding tent, there are still two lookouts at the entrance. General, maybe the commander's tent.

Sending in a camera and a sound collecting plane, a sturdy, supposedly late 30s, with dark hair all-back, was shown on the monitor plane. Beautifully groomed moustache is dandy.

Mm, black hair means metastasizer!? And for a moment I thought, the face is European or Latino. I'm not Japanese. No, isn't it true that the metastasized or reincarnated are Japanese? Chances are Chinese and Indians are the most likely, and it's not weird to have Latino transferees. Prejudice is nasty.

The man sat on his fur and was writing something on a stationery. Ink kettle and feather pen. When I pull over the camera, it says, "It's difficult to secure food and water" or, "The front is glued as planned". A masterful brush carry. Apparently, it's a report. It still sounds like an officer class. Let's just texture this report and save it.

Round the finished report, seal it with beeswax broiled in the candlestick beside it, pull out the ring on your left middle finger and hit it. It's a wax. I've never seen it before.

Ringing a cool toned bell a few times, one of the soldiers on the table came in.

Are you calling, my lord? ≫

Oh, it's a report. Go to your home country. ≫

Ha! Yes, I did!

In his early 30s and thought the soldier, after correctly saluting his residence, respectfully received the report with both hands and went out of the tent. You just said 'Your Excellency'. Could it be Jerkin's nobility? Then it is possible that he has important information. I really need to invite you to talk about this.

I was not sure whether to take the report for a moment, but I decided that there was no particular problem and decided to leave it alone. You should ask the person for important information.

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As expected, soldiers on watch took turns in the evening. However, there seems to be no inspection, although a simple request was made. You had a hard time getting over it.

Holes in the floor of the tent, carrying out guns and ammunition. It's transported lightly on the plane. It's like an invisible belt conveyor. It's a strange ability while I'm at it.

I noticed at the start of the transport that this gun was a manipulative cartridge system. It's a little strange how it evolves when it's a single shot, but it's not even a forward formula. Too much has gone wrong. I'm pretty sure there's a reincarnator or a metastasizer. That's going to be Mendokusai.

Carried out guns and ammunition are inevitably enclosed and hidden in a plane camouflaged by rocks. I have to pick up the customers next time.

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"Hello. No, is it good evening already?

Seeing me emerge dignified from the entrance to the tent, the officer quickly took the one-handed sword beside him, even as he gave him a surprised look. Hmm, that's quite a move. Looks like he's working out there. What do you mean, the sword?

"... I don't think I had any plans for visitors today, do you?

Without alarm, he adds his right hand to the pattern of the sword, and still asks questions at his leisure. But he doesn't look alarmed because I'm a kid either. It's not a civilian ascent, it's a raw martial artist. He seems to be stepping on quite a few occasions.

"Surely you didn't tell him you were planning a visit? But I asked for your invitation today, not for a visit. How about a little sightseeing to the seaside city?

"... well, there must have been one of us on the table? What happened to them?

It swells to kill in Russia. Well, unexpectedly, it sounds like my men's thoughts. You're a good superior. The Jerkin associates I've met have never had a busy guy, but this guy seems pretty muscular. Good impression. But it's the enemy.

"You're clever people, I slept standing up. Maybe you're tired. Isn't that a little too much to make you work?

Of course I fell asleep. Physically. Supporting it on the plane, so it should look like you're doing a good job in the distance.

The officer who hears it smiles slightly at his mouth. That's a pretty nihil look.

"Right, I'll order you to increase the number of people from tomorrow and reduce the burden.

"Right, but do you want that order to be given when you get home from sightseeing?

The officer is moving sideways from Jirijiri and the stationery as he talks. You don't want to create a gap for jumping over. I stand in front of the entrance. I'm not in between swords yet.

"To accept the invitation, I haven't heard your name yet, but where is it?

There's no obstacle between me and the general already. You have a few steps to make it to the sword. One more step in my time.

"This is rude. I'm an adventurer in the city of Dorton, south of the kingdom, Beat.

"Well, I am Viscount Lorens Clay, 2nd Battalion Commander of the 3rd Division of the Jerkin Holy Empire!

Viscount who comes packing his time with his name. Quite fast.

But in one more step, between the swords, I let go of my right hand, which was holding the pattern, and spread my hand toward me.

"Flames!

A big softball fireball is released from that hand, and it approaches my face. Oh, this is the magic of fire!

The Viscount returned his right hand to the pattern of his sword and came to pluck my torso as it was. Fireballs don't have to hit or not. Eye blind, is fate unplugged? Pretty good collaboration. That's brilliant, like an example of a combination of magic and sword moves. I'm not lost. I'm willing to kill you.

Pep.

Giiiiiiiiiiin!

"What!?

The Viscount's eyes open with surprise. I didn't do anything unusual.

I knew the Viscount could use magic with signs. It had dark red magic all over it. The magic was gradually gathering in his right hand, so he predicted that the magic would fly from there.

So I paid for the fireballs that flew in, as expected, with my left hand coated with a plane, and the knife was taken with the right hand pulled out of it. That's all.

And, yes, a knife. I thought it might be because of its finesse, but if you look at yourself like this, you can't go wrong. It is a Japanese knife with a gentle contrast, less than 80 cm across the blade.

This is decisive, there's a Japanese behind the jerkin. That, too, is probably the case with Japanese with knowledge from the 20th century onwards.

After a moment of stunner, the Viscount, whose collaboration in the special was lightly prevented, immediately backsteps back and tries to let go of the intermission. I know you want to re-divide it, but that move is bad.

I dash faster than the Viscount, who falls back on the backstep, grabbing both of those ankles and pulling them down as soon as the Viscount's feet reach the ground.

"Ugh!?

Without even being able to take the passive, the Viscount, flashly striking his back of the head to the ground, let go of consciousness lightly and stretched out into a large letter. It doesn't even work with Pickle.

... you're not dead, are you?

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"Ugh... mmm...

"Oh, I think I noticed, village chief.

"Well, let's just say we start.

Viscount Clay is seated in a wooden chair with both ankles and torso bracketed in that chair. Both hands are also tied to the back hand and cannot move freely except from the neck to the top.

The location is an example suite. From now on, the meeting between the village chief and the Viscount... well, if you smash it because there's no point in fixing it, the interrogation begins. It is up to the Viscount whether or not he will be tortured.

"I'll tell you first. The magic let me seal it.

The Viscount's neck is fitted with a leather collar. They say this is one of the demonic props and it's a 'demon sealed collar'. Manya. They say that if you can wear this collar, you won't be able to manipulate magic well, and you won't be able to use magic. However, if you want to remove it, you can remove it yourself, so it makes no sense if you are not restrained? That's subtly user-friendly.

"Nice to meet you, I guess. I am Dantes Weisman, Interim Commander of the Defence Forces for the North of the Kingdom of West Midlands. Oh, I don't need to introduce myself. Jerkin Holy Empire's" Lorens of Fire "?

When I brought the Viscount back and handed him over to the village chief, and told him his name, he was greatly surprised by the village chief. Apparently this Viscount was quite a celebrity.

You think it's a jerkin martial arts tournament known at a high level for everything, and if you compete, you're always a swordsmith involved in a winning contest? I haven't competed on the grounds of my age in recent years, but I've been with some of the top winners in history. He says it's one of the people the kingdom lists as a precaution.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you, Lord 'Whirlwind'. I don't know if it's nice and rude, but they brought me here shortly to get dressed as a child. I beg your forgiveness.

I flutter my shoulders gently. Taste in front of you is more important than such disgust.

Me, no, me and Anya are eating. It's already midnight, but I couldn't eat because I've been working all my life. Anya's been waiting for me to come home, too, and I haven't eaten yet. You're a foodie, but you can't. I was a little happy though.

So while waiting for the Viscount to wake up, I decided to have dinner, no, dinner already. Because of this, eat this big inn meal with the village chief's treat.

"Now, I apologize for the unintentional first meeting, but the Viscount has a lot to ask you, okay?

"Oh, ask me anything. But I hope you don't think I'm gonna answer that.

Hmm, still. These samurai types are pain-resistant, and torture is ineffective. It's going to be quite a hassle.

"As for this one, I'd like you to answer honestly… let me convince you (...) a little so your tongue will slip better.

The village chief threatens, but the Viscount doesn't even move his eyebrows with Pickle. Seems pretty confident. The village chief looks here. Oh, I have a feeling.

"This looks troublesome. Beat, any good ideas?

Mmm, I knew it. Well, it's not like I don't have a hand. Answer while eating salt, garlic and chili seafood pasta. This pasta. Ugh. I'll have Luca make it when I get home.

"Which is better if you're gentle and time consuming, or if you're eggy and fast?

"Hmm, it'd be better if I could... but by the way, what kind of hand are you?

"You use small animals.

"Small animals?

The village chief asks me strangely. And I won't miss the fact that the Viscount wandered small.

"Yeah, well, that guy's an animal lover. That's also the type of creature that makes you crave asylum by smaller, weaker creatures.

"Hey, what are you doing, like, groundless!?

The Viscount denies it in a hurry, but it's a prospect to me.

"Root of the Viscount (a decorative and fall-proof accessory to attach to your wallet), that's pretty cute, huh? Is that a puppy?"

Everyone's, no, non-Anya's gaze at the meal pours into the Viscount's hip root. The wolf of two lovely children is twisted. That's the root of the schematic.

"Holy crap, this is a gift... yes, a gift! So I had no choice..."

The Viscount tries to twist his body and hide it, but there's nothing he can do because he's tied to a chair. I'm just dancing weird. MP doesn't decrease.

"Literary ink pot, that was a baby rabbit, wasn't it? Four baby rabbits are peering into the pot. And the handkerchief embroidery that was in your costume luggage was also a puppy, wasn't it? It was the bear who had his head in the back of that luggage..."

"Stop! Whoa!

The Viscount shouted out loud. I'm still on my way.

"Please... I'll tell you everything... so no more...

I beg forgiveness as the Viscount pours and weeps. Was that too much bullying? I mean, I haven't even taken torture yet, and I haven't even started interrogating you?

"The samurai's pride is a mess.

"Uhm. This is terrible.

Anya, who was silently eating dinner, says Boso. You were listening properly at first. And the village chief is pulling. Um, is it my fault?

"This is the kind one... and by the way, what was the Eggy one all about?

"Er...

Talk to Bossoboso in the village chief's ear about the content. After listening, the village chief blued his face and pulled half a stride.

"Well, what about that as a person? Where'd you learn to do that? You, you've gone on a journey and you've got a bad personality.

Don't pull. Is it that bad? As much as this, I think BL comics would have been normal.

The village chief pounded the Viscount's shoulder,

"Good for you, I'm willing to talk. I'm so glad I didn't have to lose my dignity as a person.

"So much?

"Oh, it was terrible enough to make this one seem like a goddess smile. You made a good choice.

The village chief honors the Viscount with a loving eye. Conversely, the Viscount looks at me pale. What a peek into the abyss of despair. Is that me? Am I desperate?

"A ghost. I lost my appetite.

You must have heard it in the hearing specific to the beast man, Anja, who placed the fork and suppressed his mouth, said Boso.

Is that it?