Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter's Hero Dream

Rocking the ground, many large carriages arrive with the crest of 'Footprints'.

The large horse, protected by metal horse armor, is trained for use by treasure hunters and does not upset the air characteristic of the treasure hall.

It was the hunters belonging to 'Footprints' who came down. They vary in arming and standing, and have nothing in common except that they are tagged with a small 'footprint' somewhere in the body.

But there is some disciplined army-plated atmosphere in the serious expression of not being a free-handed hunter, as if to go to a place of death, and in the skilled movements that have saved you waste.

The hunters other than "Black Gold", who had been conducting a survey of the land earlier, welcomed the reinforcement with a distracted look.

There is also the heterogeneity of the atmosphere, but above all I guess that number was unexpected.

"Hey... how many people did you call for an increase..."

Until recently, Sven was questioned about the verdict. The hunter with brown hair raised a mixed voice of fright and awe.

It is an unusual number to be mobilized into the treasure hall of the size of "White Wolf's Nest".

"... are you going to wipe out the treasure hall?

A treasure house is a "place". I don't destroy buildings anymore.

We need to do something about the pulse that is transmitting Mana Materials to destroy it, but it's not a realistic story.

But the impatience drifting there made me feel so absolutely willing that such absurd words came out.

The hunter of a young man coming down from the leading carriage finds Sven and rushes over.

A deeply carved, stern-faced young man - Lyle. The year is one below Sven. Hunter's level is also lower than Sven's, but the party to which 'Footprints' belongs has a reciprocal position.

The faces that came down one after the other never lowered their hips, but just began to be vigilant around them.

Lyle has been checking with Sven for short words.

"Tired, Sven, what's the situation?

"Oh, nothing's happened so far. Anybody got a lead on this? I don't care if you're free to do it, but it's a matter of fact."

Sven quickly confirms the face of the increase.

A party is inherently complete by itself.

Each has a tactic he specializes in, and a back hand he shouldn't be seen. It is unlikely to unify command as much as clan, but the story is different again when it comes to the number so far.

If we don't set the direction or so, the damage could spread pointlessly.

Lyle lifts her lips slightly creating a faint grin on Sven, who confirms the member with a vigilant eye.

"'Black Gold' is at the top. The other high-ranking people aren't here."

"What happened to Liz, as usual, when Klee didn't come? You definitely want to come."

It gives the name of a hell of a 'bandit' who jumps into a dead place himself in search of a battlefield.

Only strength is certain, but you're a hell of a selfish hunter who's not going to take command, but you're not going to follow command either. It is a troublesome and irresistible being, whether it is an enemy or a troubled ally.

Only the same 'Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief)' faces can make me listen.

"Klee took it. He also put Tino together and asked for something else. Mostly, he's not gonna get in a carriage."

Something happened to Lyle's words with a bitter look on his face, but he doesn't speak to his voice.

I'm curious about the favor, but I'll keep it out of my head now.

It's useless to just think about 'changing a thousand' actions and such.

Sven nodded once and raised his voice so that everyone could hear him.

"All right, get together. We're gonna have an ops meeting."

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Slime, there is a demon called.

It is a demon that has a viscous body and is believed to live well in wetlands, etc.

Looks like it's just a puddle. No muscles, no bones, no blood. It seems that it looks very much like a creature, but it has a single will, and slowly moves and digests small insects and other things all over the body to operate.

It is a kind of magical creature, known to occur naturally as well as to be produced by alchemists, but Sven's perception did not require vigilance, even to call it a demon, it was such a thing.

Slime is weak. Vulnerable to both magic and physical attacks.

The liquid body, which operates around a small heart called the core, is very fragile and the body is easily split without resistance simply scratched with bare hands. The command from the core will not reach the broken up body, and the presence of slime will have been reduced for that matter.

Its acidity is also ineffective for large human creatures anyway if it is a small bug, and even if swallowed, it will not be eaten and killed from the body.

It was considered an almost harmless demon by ordinary people.

Not to mention, he's the kind of opponent that's hard for treasure hunters across beings: human beings to try to lose. In the first place, most would not recognize it as a demon.

Round the seats and look around from a height at the companions sitting armed, Sven confirms.

"Has anyone in this ever fought Slime properly?

"None"

"None"

"No."

"In the first place, it's not like we're fighting each other..."

"If you've trampled without realizing it..."

Sven glances at the hunters, each of whom he likes with a bewildered look on his face.

Sven and the others, members of the Black Gold Cross have attacked a wide variety of treasure halls to date. Probably top of the list of hunters gathered this time.

But still, my combat experience with Slime is little different from those I've just answered.

There are many kinds of things to say to a slime and a bite. There is even a strange treasure house in the far east where only slime appears, he said.

I've heard rumors of the wind that some of them have enough power to kill hunters, but I thought they were eyebrows. Naturally, I don't have any combat experience.

Sven scratches his hair and takes a deep sigh.

"More than that, I don't know if it's slime... I'd still prefer a dragon."

"Come on, that's too much."

One of the hunters who was surrounded raises his voice to tease the words, but it's not funny though.

If you're a dragon breed, you've still fought. After a long preparation, I have tried with readiness to die and fought and won death.

But there's no slime. We can't even see what's coming out.

What is the nature of that unusual slime, what methods of attack it possesses, and what makes it advantageous to fight if it stands around in weakness?

A dragon would know. We have to be vigilant about everything. To a nail blow, a tail blow, a brace, upper dragons can even manipulate powerful ancient magic. A nasty opponent.

But this time the other guy was more troublesome than that in a way.

"Have you brought any slime protection?

To Sven, who meditated on his eyes and waited a few seconds to ask, each member who was in a circle answers.

"Sword as usual because you are vulnerable to slaughter."

"I brought a hammer. Slime seems vulnerable to blows. You can crush every core."

"If the magic of the Magi of our party is flaming, it's a blow."

"If it's my wind magic, it's a blow."

"I've bought a spray that seems to avoid slime. It works on 700Gear commercials or it's subtle..."

"Crush with a shield"

Are you okay, this?

Each of them is a serious look. Whatever the spray is, the weakness of the slime is' everything '.

Sven's arrows aren't very compatible because they're dot attacks, but that's why if you shoot through the core, you can take them down. And no matter how small a core Sven's arm is, I won't take it off.

No problem. It shouldn't be a problem. If you show up in front of me right now, you should be able to take it down with ease.

But still, there is no end to anxiety. The ingredients are too low. At least I wanted to know what it looked like.

"Didn't Klee say anything else?

To Sven's inquiry, Lyle, sitting three to the left, says with a pitiful look with her eyebrows in the letter (c).

"It's not a normal slime, only..."

"Shit, I know what it is! Can't you handle his reluctant habit of giving out information?!? Always."

"I'm only saying I don't know when I confirm it..."

Bad quality because it gives you a look you really don't seem to know. The ability not to enlighten the inner circle of 'Thousands of Changes' is famous inside the clan.

Silence comes.

Until then, a brown-haired hunter caught his mouth again listening in silence a step back from outside the circle.

Don't you care about the increase in your hips? The voice sounded like it was ridiculous.

"... chip. I don't give a shit. I can't even think about it. More people, I don't know if I can see the future, but we should just start exploring, right? If you're so scared, we'll do the slime and the rest. If he shows up, we'll talk about it."

The 'Footprint' hunters said nothing. I just look at the poor thing like I see it.

If you are proud of your strength, it is not strange to argue against it. Brown haired hunters pulled their cheeks into an unexpected reaction different from the hunters they had been dealing with.

"Hey, what, those eyes!?

"Don't you see? Everyone thinks you're the first victim. Let me tell you something. I stopped. I stopped you, didn't I? Don't fade out, okay? Oh...... don't just die, leave the information. We'll take your revenge."

"Damn... you're crazy! If you did this far and nothing happened, what are you going to do!?

Sven did not answer it and turned his face to his companions again.

Death is self-inflicted on hunters. Whatever the outside hunter says, the advantage of a large number of 'footprints' does not move as a power relationship in this place right now.

There is a sacrifice that should be less damaging, but can't be helped more than the lack of information.

"Okay, okay. There are no effective measures. So next... is there an Alchemist in here familiar with magical creatures?

To Sven's words, the hunters face each other and shut up.

"Alchemist" is a profession that specializes in the refinement of various substances through the fusion of science and magic.

It is not mandatory for hunters, and they are often affiliated with national academic institutions or chambers of commerce dealing with a variety of drugs.

It is the first job to live with enormous knowledge and enormous capital.

One of the Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief) is Alchemist, which is a rare example.

Sven pounds his tongue heavily at the look of it.

I thought you weren't there, but it still doesn't matter,... Damn, why is it Liz, not Citrie, who's back...

After all, we have to respond with strength and readiness to sacrifice, right?

Take a deep breath and look at the hunters again. And so I noticed my hand was small and up in the corner of the circle.

She was some unsure looking woman hunter. Long hair to the eye on large round glasses. It's more natural to be around the library, not the treasure house.

Suddenly I shrink like a little atrophied by my concentrated gaze, but I say it in a clear voice. There is a strong light in the back of his eyes that makes him look like an invisible person.

"Yes, it's just happened, level three… it's Talia from Alchemist."

Next door, a girl of the same age who looks like a party member is tapping her shoulder as if she would feel confident.

I'm not going to rely much, but I mean level three, so I'll have the least amount of power as a hunter.

But is this what all the alchemists look like, called Citries?

Those words plunder Sven's thoughts, but now it's a situation I want to borrow even at the hands of a cat.

Alchemist's knowledge is deep, wide and unique. Even if it just did, it would be better than what Sven and the others have.

Sven exaggerates and brightens his voice and welcomes it.

"Oh, were you serious? Is that Klee's offer?

"No.... but 'Alchemist' seems to be the only one with me and Citrie in 'Beginning Footprints'..."

Should I say that there are only two 'only'? Or should I say there are two 'too'?

In front of Sven, Talia took a single glass cylinder from a pouch two times larger than the potion pouch held by an ordinary hunter on her hips. In careful motion, lift it.

What it is made of, the dark liquid inside shakes small.

Talia took a few deep breaths like she was nervous, and said. Black eyes glow in the stiff lens.

"Medicine to kill slime...... it is a special effect for slime only. I can't get through anything but slime, but slime can kill 90% of the time."

To the words, I cheer small. That's exactly what the hunters who are here now wanted.

Sven was also taken aback for a moment, but immediately frowned and stared at the liquid.

"That's... amazing..."

Fulfill...... are you okay?

I've never seen or heard of drugs just to kill Slime. What a cluttered fish is slime.

This time when Slime is the enemy, it was only a few hours before Klee declared that he would show up. Can new drugs be produced in such a short period of time?

And even if drugs just to kill the slime already existed, this slime is not a normal slime... Apparently.

It's too convenient a story.

Above all, Talia is level three. Level 3 is said to be a middle-class, but from Sven's point of view it still equals newcomers.

If this were the 'Mourning Ghost' citrie, the story would have been different.

She is perfectionist. I don't give out defective things.

The current level of certification is the lowest in "Ghost of Mourning" - no, it's even lower than Talia's, but everyone in "Footprints" knows its strength.

No one speaks the name, but everyone must think the same thing.

Talia laughs bitterly at her doubtful gaze. And I said it out clearly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sven. I'm not the one who made this...... it's Citrie. I just had them split up for study... they made it when I was researching the slime... and if there was a slime that couldn't make it through, he said if I caught it and brought it, I'd buy it for a billion gels"