An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

91. Orthodox invasion

Saran should wear a scarf on his head and hide his ears as well.

I'm an inconspicuous little man, so normally.

Mr. Blanc has a cape in black clothes, a raccoon's hat that seems inconspicuous for once.

"All right, break into the city. Hold hands."

The three of us circled and held hands, and Mr. Blanc said, "Jump! When I chanted," I flew behind the walls, in the shadows of places like storage huts.

It's amazing magic, isn't it? That's brave.

"If I use it a few more times, I'm going down."

Orthodox country at once from the village of Elf, plus a continuous telepo. Does it consume a lot of magic?

I just want to take a proper inn and rest tonight.

"Go to the clothes store first. That's Mr. Blanc's clothes. It's too suspicious. It."

"What about the money? It's not the currency of this country."

"Yes, yes, yes. Put the gold in."

I'll take out the magic bag, open my mouth, and have about twenty gold coins put in from Mr. Blanc's gold bag.

"Exchange, in the currency of the Raltran Orthodox country"

... There were thirty-two gold coins in this country.

What is this exchange rate? This means that the currency of the kingdom of Julia, where we were, is more valuable. Even though it's the same gold coin, this difference is irrelevant. You're making a difference in national power.

This means that the Kingdom of Julia is more overwhelmed by both economy, national power and credibility than the Raltran Orthodox nation. Or maybe it means you can only issue that degree of currency, which has a low gold content and is seen as low in value. Don't worry, Orthodox country that often comes with that degree of national power......

"What a handy bag. It's too amazing."

Mr. Blanc is surprised, too, isn't he?

We will also have about fifty Orthodox gold coins, divided into twenty-five pieces with Saran.

"Yes, yes, yes. Put all your gear in here once."

"No, I have my own storage space for once."

"That's okay. Let me in once."

Stores Mr. Blanc and Saran's Barr Sword.

And I'll get it out again and give it to Mr. Blanc.

Now Mr. Blanc's sword took the blessing of the goddess, Mr. Nanotes.

You can break through even if you hit some strange dark force or something. You can rest assured that it sucks.

Ma, let's keep this quiet.

Saran has a dagger for protection. Hide in skirt.

I... okay. If anything happens, you can let it out.

Soud-off shotgun, just can't hide it.

Mr. Blanc puts a sword on his storage space and on his lap, and he also wears this so that only the dagger doesn't stand out.

Get out of the back of the storage shed and out of the city.

It's a beautiful city. You can say it's beautiful. It's a good make.

Stunning marble buildings line up. Brick houses are also properly painted with lacquer and there is no such thing as a brick bump building.

But all the people walking, they're not saying they're lively, they're very quiet, are they?

"... because the Church is powerful. You can call it oppression. That's the country."

"Really?"

"There is no king in this country. I have a strict identity system at the top of the Archpope of the Church of the Righteous Brave. Nasty country."

It would be......

You're in a big clothes store, I'll get Mr. Blanc's clothes ready.

Yeah, it's pretty good. It's a place called Chock on a cotton shirt, a good looking brother. Have a slightly larger Tsuba wide hat on and keep your face unobtrusive.

There's no way a citizen knows the face of a brave man without this world information coming through. You shouldn't even know it at a considerable upper level. Because they may have arranged it. I'm not a criminal.

We walked around the city to find out what was going on.

Escape routes in times of need, some rendezvous points, and the main arena.

I need to get a good grasp of the terrain before the operation.

That's not a big deal.

Can it accommodate about 3,000 people?

Soldiers protect it at regular intervals around the arena.

"Hih!"

I'm surprised Saran sees that soldier.

"What's going on?

"Ah... isn't that strange?

It's crazy.

I stand without even slight movement, but my complexion is too bad. It's like a dead man......

My eyes are open, but cloudy and this is like a corpse, too.

Zombie soldier.

"Zombie soldier!

"In this country, those who die young are buried in the church, then treated to a body, magically revived, and served as soldiers."

"Oh, my God..."

"It's blasphemy against the dead. No!

Mr. Blanc will shake his head.

"No, I will be a soldier who will defend this country even after I die. It's considered honorable."

It sucks......

"... we don't like to fight ourselves, so we're letting that happen to us as a zombie?

"Yes."

What a hectic country.

"On top of that, encourage the summoning technique and develop it to the point where you can use the Dynodragon, or what are you thinking already... You can always call yourself an Orthodox country by doing such evil things."

"There's really no such thing as a church..."

"That's why sometimes tomorrow these guys can all come at us. Remember."

I didn't even ask you to remember.

Well, we have the protection of the goddess Nanotes in our weapons, so there's nothing we can't defeat a zombie, but when the number is numbered, it's bad.

"Come on! Come on, give me a reply."

One zombie soldier is crying over a girl.

Have you been walking around the city and stumbled upon your own family?

A zombie soldier who doesn't say anything but stands up.

The girl cried down and sat down.

What a cruel sight.

It's too much.

No one stops, no one sees the girl.

In a quiet city, it just sounds like a girl's crying.

"... let's go. There's nothing I can do now."

Girls, strange adults in monk clothes, dragged me away......

Tomorrow there will be a match between the Orthodox kingdom and the Summoner VS kingdom's Nise Braves.

That's what the sign says to a large extent.

You're a nigger, Mr. Blanc.

It's pity......

"Tomorrow, let's make it clear who the real brave man is."

"Whoa, let it be!

It says something on the standing sign in front of the arena.

"'The kingdom's Nise brave men are still fleeing without fear in our art. This match, tomorrow at twelve o'clock at noon, will be a victory for our Orthodox country if the Nise Braves do not show up by time, and our country will officially proclaim itself the rightful successor to the next generation of braves! It says'..."

"What's that?"

Saran is a little suspicious about reading and writing, so I'll read it to you.

"... well let him say it. But don't get a little angry about this."

The three of us can look up at the sign and open it.

Go to the park and sit on the bench and open the magic bag.

"Mr. Nice Brave, would you mind putting a little document on this paper?"

"Nise, who's the brave man?"

"Yes, yes. Infidelity does not rot." The brave take anyone's challenge. Grab hold of it regularly. Bramberche. "

"Is that a notice? That would be great!

That's how I write, even nibbling with ink and a feather pen.

"Uh, I think that's good."

We snuck in from behind the inn across the street and up the stairs from the water field to the rooftop dry yard.