The God has moved to another world.

The city, covered by walls made of stone and earth, was also at first sight like a castle fort.

A building with a high spire is in the centre, surrounded by a number of private houses and shops.

Guild city Einfarble.

The city did not belong to any country and was granted autonomy by the guild.

The city, which is developing as a hunting base for demons, is also a major producer of Demon Stones, an energy resource obtained from demons.

For this reason, there were many merchants and processors seeking them.

Other craftsmen make weapons to fight demons, such as tools to handle demon stones.

Inn or dining room dealing with adventurers.

Artisans and merchants dealing with materials that can be taken from demons.

In addition, people from various industries live on the foundation of materials obtained from demonic stones and warcraft.

Many people gather in this city, where taxes imposed on the country and others do not exist, and where business can be done only by putting up payments to the Alliance.

Sometimes close to underground caves and forests with many warcraft, the buzz is enough to outrun the capital of a small country.

One boy was walking in the middle of such a city.

Grab two dragons of more than 10 m in both hands, tie a large number of wolves to the rope from the neck.

This city is made up of what you get from warcraft, but the first one to walk like that wasn't there.

The rarity is such that people who go to the city and shopkeepers keep an eye on it as if it were a bluff.

He who opens his mouth with ease, he who sits down with his back crushed, he who is holding his own cheek.

Each reaction, but all its gaze is gathered on the boy.

I don't even notice that kind of gaze.

Boy, Mizuhiko was walking hard dragging his prey.

"Funny"

Snuffing words that I don't know how many times I've been there just today, Mizuhiko sighed in disgust.

In fact, I don't really think it's heavy, but if I don't say something, I'm going to lose my temper.

I don't know if this is all the luggage I'm dragging and it's not heavy, but I can't help it because it doesn't actually feel heavy.

Power fool enough to flood out.

That's Mizuhiko.

Mizuhiko is aiming for a building in the center of the city.

It was Einfarble Guild headquarters.

If you go there, you can sign up for the Alliance.

Sign up for the guild and you'll get a job.

If you work, you get paid and Agney and the others can buy you tools.

As for Mizuhiko, I wanted to do something about the dragon and the wolf first, but unfortunately I had no idea what to do.

Even if you bake it and eat it, it's not the amount you can eat in one meal.

If you leave it there, someone might be able to eat it, so you won't even go to leave it there.

In the meantime, if you go guild and register as an adventurer, you must be able to teach me how to successfully save these.

Mizuhiko thought so.

That's right.

Mizuhiko didn't have the idea of selling these dragons or wolves.

I thought my job was something I would get if I went to the Alliance, and I didn't go to the Alliance and defeating the Warcraft wouldn't be money.

The prey caught drains blood and eats.

That was common sense for Mizuhiko.

Common sense for Mizuhiko, which means that sole was common sense for the red sheath as well.

Seeing what it felt like coming from Mizuhiko, Red Sheath also thought, "Go quickly to the guild, we need to do something about this."

I mean, the penetration was absent.

He would have treated me appropriately if he was around Eltovael, but unfortunately he was out for use now.

To the use of a bogged God, a bogged God.

And people who are taken aback.

It's a light, mythical world scene, but the folk won't be more of an accumulation.

Mizuhiko walks in the middle of the boulevard, dragging dragons and wolves.

He had someone to speak to.

A Kobolt old man with a big box and a flag on his back.

"Oh, this is a big hunt."

Mizuhiko stopped on his feet to the old man, who called out as he walked closer.

There was nothing suspicious about it.

It's more of a prey.

Interested, it would be natural to have someone to talk to, Mizuhiko thought.

"Ooh. Anyway, it's been a lot of weird. That's why I missed it."

"You were attacked. Sole was a disaster. But if it's all this stuff, it'll sell for a good value."

"Can you?"

To the old man's words, Mizuhiko jumped up his eyebrows.

The old man laughed funny when he saw how it was, pointing to the large building lying behind him.

"I should go to the guild. Isn't that what you're here for?

"It was too much, but it wasn't every time, but I didn't expect to get a shank."

"Oh. You're not registering for the guild. Then maybe you don't know. They also buy out the Warcraft's body."

"Is that so?"

Large building. Mizuhiko looking over the guild headquarters and nodding as impressed.

So the flag the old man was putting on his back caught my eye.

Written in masterful letters like "Bjouki, Injury, Chipmunk" it looked a lot like an old one.

The letter Byouki brings to mind that it is on Mizuhiko's head.

I heard it in a passing village, sick whoops.

"Grandpa, aren't you delicious"

"Oh. That's this flag. I'm a trained monk of Charchellis. It's part of my education to cure illness and injury."

That said, the old man, with his hands together, lowered his head to show.

"Really? It's annoying."

It would be Japanese reflex behavior.

I don't even think of Mizuhiko, hands together and head down.

"Then why don't you go and see what we have here? This place is called Mura. There's one in Big Bang"

"Well, is that so? I shouldn't do that. The village was close to town, but the dragon left and the doctors and the merchants couldn't come and go."

"If that's the case, this is it."

It was Cortesecca who was dragging, Mizuhiko said.

The old man confirmed the pointed cortesecca and nodded several times.

"No, no, indeed. He said a crusader was set up in the guild to leave, but you exorcised him first."

Mizuhiko's eyebrows frowned upon the words.

Crusaders were formed in the Alliance, which means that it was working in the Alliance.

If you took someone's job, that's not a good idea.

Even though I didn't know it, if you took someone's job, you would have taken away food support.

This is why I'm going to take care of the Alliance.

If that becomes a problem.

"Was it a bad idea once?"

The old man replies with a laugh to Mizuhiko, who roars troubled.

"Hey, I can't take you down, so I put together a crusade team. I wouldn't mind. If you report it properly to the Alliance, you will receive a reward and you will not be offended."

"I don't know."

"It's like that."

Mizuhiko relieves herself of the old man snorting loudly.

"So I guess I'm going to Koko Village soon. You're taking down the dragon on the road. I'm worried about the sick."

"Do that to me."

Mizuhiko snorted at the old man, who carried back his luggage on his back.

"Yes, yes. My name is Kougak. Trainee monk of the journey, Kougak. If we get along, we'll see each other again."

The old man, Kougak, said, lowered his head deeply with both hands together.

Mizuhiko bows his head in the same way, naming him.

"I'm Mizuhiko. Mushuku, Kenshaku, Mizuhiko. Thank you for everything."

"No, no. It's me. I'm glad to hear there's a sick man. Maybe I can help you."

Happily laughing kougaku.

In that way, Mizuhiko felt preferred.

This old man named Kougak, he's a good one.

Yes, keep it firmly in mind.

"See you later."

"Oh, again"

That's what we did to each other, and Mizuhiko walked out toward Alliance headquarters and Kougak toward the outside of the city.

A little further, the voice of the red sheath echoed on Mizuhiko's head.

When did you say the funny monk you talked to was apparently an old man named Kougak, who is now divided?

Mizuhiko looked back and threw her gaze at Kogaku's back.

Watching his away back for a little while, he drags the dragon and the wolf again and walks out.

I thought he was interesting, but was he?

Mizuhiko was in a strangely convincing mood.

If it's that grandfather, maybe it's because he feels something with a hunch.

If we were to head to the red sheath, we would definitely see each other again.

I look forward to it then.

Mizuhiko smiled uncommonly in his face and thought so.

"Gee, Ki? Gi, gi. No way. No way. Then what? Gee, ru, duh. Girdle. Ooh. Giragando."

It had taken more than a full minute just to read the sign.

It was Mizuhiko, who had been here until before the Alliance, but the terrible difficulties were attacking him here.

Mizuhiko was not good at reading the letters of Kaihara and Nakahara.

Being bad at Mizuhiko naturally means not being good at red sheaths either.

Red Sheath and Mizuhiko worked together and became desperate to finally decipher the three-letter sign.

By the way, the words used around here resembled Roman characters very badly, and were so easy that if the words could be spoken, it was said that they could also write letters.

The red sheath and Mizuhiko otum are unfortunate because they didn't start now.

Mizuhiko finally reached her destination, but an even bigger wall stood up.

I can't get my belongings into the guild.

Naturally speaking of possessions is about dragons and wolves.

No matter how large the building, it is a mass of meat that exceeds 10 m loosely.

In the first place, there would be no city with a path that would normally drag something as big as this, something that could have passed because it was also known as an Einfarble road.

Anyway, I'm dragging two things with more width than a carriage.

A normal city would be caught in a lot of noise by private houses and shops.

Anyway, I can't keep my stuff in the guild.

Then we have to leave it outside, but Mizuhiko couldn't help but be anxious about it.

Because I don't like it if someone takes it.

Mizuhiko thought that some of the guys would be able to drag him because they were dragged by him.

Actually, there wouldn't be such a fancy guy, but that's what we think we can do.

But if you don't leave it, you can't get into the Alliance building.

Mizuhiko roaring at difficult problems.

But Mizuhiko came up with something.

Putting Cortesecca against the wall overlays Wyburn on top of it.

There's a twinkle in the way the boy takes on Wyburn and throws him away, but Mizuhiko doesn't even think it's as dewy as it is directed at him.

Further overlapping the wolf, Mizuhiko succumbed and began to scratch the ground.

The ground paved with something vegetable-like that I don't know for sure was quite hard, but Mizuhiko's body is made of water that was compressed at high pressure, blessed by God.

Asphalt, if you want, you can do it.

The scratches I applied over the course of a few minutes were in the form of letters Haibara and Nakahara.

Mizuhiko's

"Okay, I called you"

Mizuhiko crushing satisfactorily and wiping her forehead.

Yes, he decided to claim ownership by writing his own name.

That letter that says it's huge on the ground, just give it to me in front of the dragon. No, but it'll catch my eye.

Mizuhiko nodded contentedly in the face of the accomplished man, leaving the dragon and others unattended and walking out to the door leading into the guild.

All you have to do is write down your name.

It was such a cheap idea Mizuhiko.

Dropping off Mizuhiko disappearing into the guild, for a while.

Residents around him who were rigid moved out.

And we were discussing the letters written before the dragon with a dazed face.

The words were different and the contents were almost identical.

He said, "Mizuhiko."

The name sold where I don't care, it was Mizuhiko.

Mizuhiko, who entered the guild, strangled the guild staff for solidifying with a strange look.

I was scared that Mizuhiko came in because the guild staff who were outside the gate had already contacted HQ and watched Mizuhiko from the outside, but of course Mizuhiko can't think of that.

When I attached a subtle deviation that my clothes must be rare, I quickly walked over to something that looked like a message board.

And spend plenty of time deciphering it.

If you grew up in a common household in this city, you could read it well enough at about six years old, and you finally deciphered it with a pillar of red sheath and Mizuhiko and a single person.

Alliance officials around them are dazed by Mizuhiko, who breathes on his shoulders with his hands on both knees.

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

Decrypt it and conclude that Mizuhiko made.

It was to ask the guide.

I can't even say it's a wise decision.

"Please wait a moment!

The staff member at the guidance counter said that he tried to roll and disappeared into the back of the door.

Mizuhiko, who asked me to wait, sighed wondering if I could help with that too.

From what I've talked to the old man outside, he says he's leaving to say crusaders and stuff today.

I'm sure you're busy because it's guild related work.

That's what I thought.

Of course, I don't consider myself a bad one, or the employee's sister freaked out and ran away.

He was only Mizuhiko, who was committed to general behavior in himself.

A few minutes later, it was not the earlier woman who appeared before Mizuhiko.

Plenty of physique, slightly sleepy eyes.

A middle-aged man from Lizardman, characterized by green skin.

He has a fairly wide body shape beside him, but this probably isn't the average shape of a Lizardman.

Probably stuck one foot in a metabolic syndrome, middle-aged fat.

The Lizardman man called out, "Thank you for waiting," as Mizuhiko stood at the counter waiting.

It was Mizuhiko rounding her eyes to Lizardman for the first time, but she quickly regained her mind and turned back to the counter.

While he thought it would be rude to look too closely, Mizuhiko, who usually doesn't move his eyeballs too frighteningly, looked directly at the man from the front.

The Lizardman man opened his mouth without any movement, even if he was foreseen by Mizuhiko, a scary face when he was directly in the red sheath concession.

"I am the head of this guild, my name is Boger Throwbird. Can I ask you something?

Mizuhiko corrected her residence to the polite response of Lizardman, who named her Boger.

"It's called Mizuhiko. I just want to make sure it's okay, even though it's still there."

"Were you still a non-registrator? Officials were surprised that they had dragged the larger warcraft more than they'd ever seen."

They said, Mizuhiko turned around.

The prey that is loaded outside is truly big and remarkable.

If you did drag and walk, you might be surprised.

"Right. You were letting it go. I'm sorry."

"No, never mind. Nevertheless, it is a town made up of hunting warcraft, because all that stuff is rare"

"Speaking of which, I heard it was a bummer. Was it dull and mellow?"

"No. No."

Boger shook his head with a big gesture.

"Because I was burning my hands at you. It was the great damage that hadn't come out yet, because I didn't know when. That's why the Crusaders are here."

In fact, there was no direct damage caused by Cortesecca.

Nevertheless, it doesn't necessarily mean I won't ever leave.

A crusade was formed before anything happened, but if nothing had been defeated, I would never have gone beyond it.

"And I didn't know you were going to defeat that Cortesecca. Was it crusaded at some party?

To Boger's question, Mizuhiko wondered what he had answered.

Sometimes talking won't make sense, and sometimes it's better to keep it hidden.

After a little thought, Mizuhiko opened her mouth.

"All kinds of things, just like that."

"I see. Okay. Let's change places."

That said, Boger gives an eye to an official who was nearby.

Until then, the guild officials, who had made a mockery of it, began to move as if they had signaled it.

Boger walks out of the counter urging Mizuhiko to "come this way".

Despite his small neck, Mizuhiko honestly decided to follow him.

Boger, who is currently at the top of the Alliance, was from an office field.

At one point, he calculated expenses, at one point he was in charge of negotiating with adventurers with a bunch of crooks, and at one point he was dealing with the state.

Boger didn't think of himself as a superior, talented person.

I can't actually go on an adventure, and I'm not good at arithmetic.

I'm not good at conversational skills, nor do I have an attractive appearance.

Still, if I had a reason to be in this position right now, I thought that was because I have "eyes to see people".

And Boger is confident that no one can beat that.

In fact, all the humans in his glasses had grown up.

He's just giving the man a job worthy of him, when he does.

Yes, I was appreciating myself.

From the eyes of such a boger, the boy named Mizuhiko had a broken one.

That's not what you feel when you find an adventurer's egg or someone who would be a great user.

That's what I felt when I saw something that was already a very boring person.

If Boger can't feel the magic, he can't identify himself as a master.

I'm just guessing you're reading the atmosphere that might be coming out of your whole body.

That's how he was thinking.

That seems kind of unreliable, but in fact, he's been honestly following this intuition and succeeding so far.

In fact, I've never had this intuition come off before, and I was even told it was a kind of special ability.

Of course, Boger himself doesn't think it's that big of a deal.

"This way."

It was in the reception room, behind the Alliance headquarters, that Boger led Mizuhiko.

"There is magic stretched here to cope with external eavesdropping, etc. I'm sure you'll feel comfortable talking to me."

That said, Boger recommended Mizuhiko a seat.

Mizuhiko clenched her neck in her heart as she sat on a large leather sofa.

If it's just talk, it doesn't have to be like this.

Boger saw Mizuhiko's phrase, "I can't talk about it here."

That's why I moved to a place where I didn't have to worry about others talking to me.

Boger himself lowered to the sofa on the reception side where Mizuhiko and his desk were pinched, "Well," he began to talk.

"If you don't mind, could you tell us about the situation that went into it?"

Boger urged him, and Mizuhiko nodded cocklessly.

"Thanks to Ohri, my temper has gone down."

"Do you know him? Is that more than one working together? Or. One person, alone, is it?

"One of them was alone."

To Mizuhiko's answer, Boger narrowed his eyes sharply.

Human resources with the power to defeat Cortesecca alone actually exist in small numbers.

In terms of what's nearby.

Metermaguito's "of steel” shelvren.

Stenglaire's "Paper Crumbs” Paper Snow Sai.

It would be these two.

But they are both people who serve the country, and they are not adventurers, etc.

Anything with strong power is usually in its proper position or position.

Besides, at least Boger didn't know about the boy named Mizuhiko until his men reported it.

The Alliance is one of the world's leading intelligence agencies with branches in countries around the world.

Being so powerful, but not even named in Boger's ear, which stands at the top of the Alliance, etc., is inherently impossible.

But it actually exists this way in Coco.

I didn't think Mizuhiko was lying.

There's no need for that, and Boger watched, at least if it's Mizuhiko, he's just capable of defeating Cortesecca alone.

If that's what he is, I guess that's what I mean.

"Cortesecca was not defeated by you, but by an acquaintance alone. That's what I'm saying."

"That's right. When I was strangling it, I thought it was strange. That's what I did."

Anyway, thanks.

The official name is Red Wyburn and Haganewolf.

Red Wyburn is famous for his rough temper and for throwing up braces similar to hotlines.

The haganewolf was named for his very sturdy fur and his hair like wire.

Neither side of the adventurer is the one who can do this alone.

But the words of this Mizuhiko will be true.

Boger was so sure.

According to information coming up from my men by the time I came to this room, all the animals Mizuhiko had loaded outside. This had all been decapitated with a knife, and that was the fatal wound.

Other than that one, there were no traumatic traumas.

It's possible if you're in custody, but you're not usually the one who can do that.

Whatever the better way to detain him, it's more efficient and hassle-free to attack him than to do that if he's normal.

In spite of that, the answer would be limited if the wound were one and that would be fatal.

Above all, Mizuhiko has enough power to drag them all down and walk.

That's not all it takes to laugh that it's a lie.

Boger nodded one as he did his hand on his chin to think for a little while.

"If you said you defeated that Cortesecca, which one?

"Thank you for everything. You can't do that. It's something you can't even do. I'm sorry."

I can't give you a name, I can't even put it on the table.

God in this world is known to some extent, so he could not speak the name of the red sheath that suddenly came out of nowhere.

Because I don't know what's going to get me to the land that's been reviewed around.

And the red sheath cannot leave the land now.

At least, Mizuhiko was releasing his current words in that sense.

But Boger read it in depth.

Names, qualities and appearances are people that cannot be given to the superficial society.

"I see...... Okay."

Boger said so, nodding a few times.

And he decided not to ask on this occasion about the person who defeated Cortesecca any more.

A boy named Mizuhiko and his guild have yet to build trust.

I want information about something that has strong power, but it won't come true if you follow a snake and it comes out.

"Cortesecca had a bounty on it. This is what you are paid whether you are enrolled in the guild or not. Is it possible for you to deliver the money to the person?

Mizuhiko thought a little and nodded.

'Cause I didn't think there was any point in just delivering money to the red sheath.

"So how about buying money as a material? Cortesecca and otherwise, should I split it it?

"No. You can join me. I'm not sure I can handle that apple."

"I see. Was I? Okay, let's do that."

He was a nodded boger, but "yes," he said, mouthing as he remembered.

"No, it's been a long time since I left the scene, and I forgot. Aren't you going to sit on the part you want to keep? Because they are also first-class materials such as weapons and protective equipment. You may also use it yourself."

To that word, I almost answered, "No," but Mizuhiko remembers immediately.

You can say it's the most important thing. Face it like you reprimand yourself for forgetting it, and open your mouth.

"Keep the garlic, because I want to come"

"Meat? Meat, is it?

"To"

"If you want to eat, are you going to eat?

"Yes."

"Uh. what do you call it"

Boger frowned, but opened his mouth in such a way that he could hardly tell.

"Whether it was Cortesecca, Red Wyburn or Haganewolf, I remember it wasn't very suitable for edible use..."

"What the heck?!

Guild headquarters said it became temporarily noisy to scream like a shockwave that sounded from a reception room that was supposed to be fully soundproof.