The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start o

Me and Mr. Bell going to the Adventurers Guild.

Starting with a look at the request board, she was called out by the receptionist, Mr. Trupe, as she was looking for something to receive appropriately.

"Recruiting Bertie Members?

"Yeah, I have a party looking for an adventurer for a wizard profession... Mr. Jin, are you free?

"When I say I'm free, I'm free."

I came looking for a favor. Answering that, Trupesan turned her gaze toward the adventurers at the corner of the Alliance's berth.

"Then, for once, why don't you listen to me? I can't get a request for a dungeon entanglement right now if it's a solo, but I'll be able to get it once I organize the party."

"Thanks for taking the time"

Ironic or nothing, I grinned back at Nicoli to Mr. Trupe.... Because I can't get a dungeon request for solo, did you look for me so I could take it? Perhaps he just picked me up as a candidate when he heard about that party looking for a wizard class adventurer.

Me and Mr. Bell decided to meet with an adventurer party looking for members. In the meantime, listen and scrutinize the conditions, environment, etc. If it cannot be reconciled, it is goodbye.

The Hoddelbabosa Regiment. It is a party of five E-rank Adventurers.

It really seemed like a six-man group, but it meant that one of them was going to leave for a while and took a short recruitment to fill that vacancy. It should be noted that the vacancy was Mage (Wizard).

The leader is a warrior named Lung. Brown short hair, prank kid, little guy with a smudged face, age would be something like 17 or 18. The guys in this regiment are made up of a bunch of young men, but the amateur party smell somehow didn't come out because the leader said he was only tall and seemed like a boy.... of course, we should refrain from judging people by their appearance.

"How old are you?

"Thirty this year"

"Hey! If you're lying, you're a better liar. I don't care what you think. It's about me and Tame."

Including the language, it just looks like a kid general or a neighborhood chimp.

I'm talking about short-term staffing.

"Oh, it's a connection until the wizard who's missing it now returns."

Lung said, "Are you coming back," a skinny, sharp nose and jaw owner, a light warrior, told him to throw up. "Timit," Lung glanced, the skinny warrior shrugged his shoulder.

Something seems to be going on. but, well, you wouldn't have to know there.

Shall I introduce the members here?

The leader is Lung. The class is a fighter.

Timit is twenty years old sheaf this year.

"Honestly, you look like you're running out too, so I don't expect much, but, well, nice to meet you."

Is it sarcastic? The thing that sounds disgusting is, well, I guess this novice style of mine shouldn't, but, well, good to see you.

……

Davan. A big, slightly bellyy fudge. A young man with a simple face, he is 22 years old, the oldest in the regiment. The class is Armor Warrior. He is a heavily armed, party-shielded and avant-garde warrior.... I don't know what to say, this guy.

A woman in a blue hat, dressed to remind a cleric, meets with Pecori.

"My name is Latille. Best regards,"

I named him Latille. A girl with a quiet atmosphere, the class specializes in healing magic, Cleric. Lung says he is familiar with childhood. Small as he is, but surprisingly big tits.

And finally.

"Fresha, nice to meet you."

Dark-haired short-haired girl, Fresha. The other members are human, whereas she is an animal. He was a cat man with cat ears on the top of his head. The class is Archer. Sleek and small, but unlike Latille, her breasts are peppery. The age is the youngest sixteen.

"Nice to meet you, Belle."

"Whoa, nice to meet you!

Relaxed, Mr. Bell answered as he was poked. Then the faces around him rounded his eyes.

"This cat talked!?

"Nah, it's unusual for a cat to talk."

"Wow, you talk to cat crap, too!

Mr. Bell cleverly strikes back with a cat punch on his forefoot to Fresha, who keeps sticking. Latille put her hands together in front of her chest and said, "Cute!" and so on and shines his eyes.

The above five are members of this group of E-Class Adventurers.

"So, while I'm in the help of this Hotel Babosa regiment, what's the purpose of the regiment for the moment?

"The Hoddelbabosas."

It's hard to say, let's keep this name - in our minds.

"For now, it's a dungeon, and I'll fulfill the request to be gold and gear it up. As a matter of fact, we still have a few things to borrow and we want to get our gear together on our own."

Financial problems common to rushing adventurers. Adventurers can name an immediate adventurer by registering for the guild, but they don't pay for equipment and need to be aligned in front of themselves. For those who seek to make requests like hunting demons, that is the first obstacle. When it comes to second-hand goods, weapons and protective equipment tend to be there, so for those who seek a thousand dollars from the poor, that's where they sneak.

The Alliance rents weapons and protective gear, so some words say it's the first time you've saved money while an adventurer and been able to buy your own gear. This hotel - no, Hodell. The faces of the Challas are E-rank, but they still didn't seem to be able to afford the money.

"Six equal portions so that the share is even. If it doesn't break into six exactly, it's up to the discussion."

……

I found out why this Hoddell club can't afford it financially. Separating low-ranking cheap jobs for a number of people can't wait to get a little bit of money to gear up to make less money on an individual basis. If you suck, you earn money for living, so there's the best chance...

The reason the wizard fell out after a while is because of that...? The magic potion is higher than the normal potion.

At the very least, I guess this half the number of people would give us a little more room. If you're a solo like me, if you fulfill the request, it's all your share, but not when you have a number of people.

"That's why I'm going to go to the dungeon soon..."

Lung saw me.

"Jin, do you still have a problem?

"Ah? Oh. Because I was going to take any requests. By the way, where's the dungeon?

It's a big cavity.

I usually fly one to the dungeon aboard Mr. Bell, but it's just not possible with the Hoddelbabosa Regiment face-to-face, so I travel to the site on foot.

"Totally fucking lame, this is"

Mr. Bell said that rarely.... I didn't know where the hell the word "fucking" came from.

Roughly four hours of travel, including passing through the woods along the way. By the time we arrived, it was past noon.

Enter the dungeon 'The Great Cavity'.

The Hoddelbabosa group's request (Quest) is threefold: the Raptor hunt for small dragons, the Skeleton crusade, and the elimination of a group of goblins that have recently appeared in the dungeon in a group. If you think you can get more than one at the same time as it's a party of multiple people, the main requests are Raptor and Skeleton, and if the goblins run into each other, it seems to be a condition. In short, an extra quest.

Well, e-rank adventurers, my job at the party, but Lung said:

"I'll leave it to Jin when the slime comes out. And then magically support us as appropriate. Easy, isn't it?"

Yeah, it's a really easy job. Slime must be a nasty enemy for the Hodel Babosa warriors who beat him with physics.

The avant-garde is served by the fighter Lung, Timit the Sheaf and Davan the Armor Warrior. The rear guard is me, Fresha of Archer, Latille of Cleric. Mr. Bell is not counted as a force of war. I am in charge of enemy defense and aids due to the use of demons today.

I went into the great cavity, and down to one lower hierarchy, I ran into a skeleton that just moved - a skeleton. Ten of them.

Lung, the leader, jumps the instructions quickly.

"Timit, Davan! I'll smash the skeleton. Fresha is the guard of Latille. Jin, if you can support me from the rear, cover me with magic!

Let's go, Olah! and Lung cut ahead in one short sword hand. Timit of Sheaf follows it, and Davan, a heavy warrior, runs slightly late.

Moving skeletons made by magic move only as simple as there is something suspiciously called thought. In short, it just comes this way.

I, Fresha, get out slightly ahead of the Latille women's group and overlook the battlefield. The avant-garde bastards flashly challenge Skeleton, but, well, they won't lose. Their swords and knives cleave Skeleton's bones and cut off his hands and feet to stop that movement.

"If you hit me with a hammer, it would be easier"

Mr. Bell squeaked on my behalf. It does not take the form of a battle, it is in a black cat. If I can support you, I'll say cover, but I don't think I'll make it either.

"It doesn't look like it's coming."

Yeah, behind me, Fresha the cat girl laughs.

"It's my weapon, my bow, so it's not very effective on skeletons... It's not compatible with stabbing or poking."

"Jin!"

Lung called me.

"Slime's coming out! Please!"

Oh, I got a turn. I slowly put my foot to the front. There were ten bodies. Skeletons were now down to less than half.