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

Unlike usual, the road to 'Magiztayle' was terribly crowded.

The Knights in charge of policing in the Imperial City are putting out and controlling those gathered with wild horse gut rounding.

I hear there's been a robbery in "Magiztaire".

Eva gave me that information at the beginning of the night when I was thinking about future prospects in the Clanmaster's room.

Time was last night. The killer is a criminal (red) party who takes requests and steals certain items - Shadow Links. Sometimes they use the treasure hall as a place of work, a hunter-broken burglar.

Occasionally, among hunters, those who give up the treasure hall's offense and use the power they have developed to absorb Mana Materials to work in criminal activity appear. Those who have broken it off that it is more efficient to attack people than to fight phantoms and demons with their lives at stake.

A dangerous' former 'hunter's party, discovered to be engaged in illegal activities, was called a criminal (red) party by the Seekers Association and wagered a bounty.

Unlike Citrie, who was penalized and dropped the level to the negative, it's in that Citrie is bracketed by good hunters for once, whereas they are completely criminals.

Many hunters at dawn in the battle against demons and phantoms have a rare ethic. Without any hesitation in 'killing' or 'stealing', the Red Party, with its skills as a hunter, is a major enemy of good citizens and hunters.

Eva said that counteracting them seems to be a headache in a small chamber of commerce that can't hire escorts all the time. It takes a lot of money to hire more hunters to defeat the Red Party, so I don't know what I said.

"I thought it would come sooner or later...... sounds like a fool just got caught"

Citrine makes a noise, but I'm not. [M] Perhaps if I looked in the mirror, I could see myself in blue.

All I did was find some treasure gear that I wanted and apply for debt to my fellow hunters to get it before the auction.

As the day went on, things got bigger, and at last we were going to do damage to the treasure store we were looking after all the time.

I swear, I didn't envisage any of this. That may have been a bit far-fetched, but I'm just a hunter when I say level 8, etc.

It is not a treasure that has a history of sardines. How can you imagine this situation?

Citrine was flat against me, holding my stomach in tight pain.

"I can't believe that at night, forces like trying to break into a treasure store still survived in this city...... it was a detour. If I did, I might have shown you a different path..."

"... well, I can't help it"

The lucky thing about being unhappy is that the robbery was attempted.

The Knights stuffed the scene, and the average person was quarantined, but have them use the authority of a high level hunter through.

Before "Magiz Tail," it seemed like a battlefield.

The road is heavily cracked and the metal fence that surrounded the store is completely blown away. The sign fell to the ground, leaving countless bullet marks on the walls of the house across the street, with snug blood stains creeping in.

The old, funny door broke in two, and there was a burnt smell of things all around.

There is a yell from behind the store where the door is gone.

"We have work to do here! If one or both of the robbers is involved, we won't make it to the auction! Shit, he's always been danced to the kid's word. - Escort? I don't want it! We have about a caution stick! Excellent baton! I need more help cleaning up the store than an escort!

That's my voice when I'm totally in a bad mood. Will you forgive me if I apologize?

You should have at least brought Tino.

Uh, I don't like it. I don't want to go in. But I can't go in there.

I just looked around and took a big, deep breath and stepped inside the half-destructed shop.

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"! Whoa, kid! How dare you!

"I don't know... I'm sorry..."

When I look at my face, I shrink to Mr. Martis, who yells at me with a youthful figure.

The inside of the store was as bad as the outside. Did there ever be a fight indoors, the shelves collapsed, the counter torn in two. Can you still say that there is no such thing as a glass case that holds treasure?

Apparently, regardless of the equipment damage, there are no injuries, etc. There is a guard man standing in the store, armed with treasure equipment, on the street at all times. Always a heartless man, but today he looked somewhat in a good mood.

Treasure stores that handle expensive products have a higher quality of security than general stores. In particular, the security of 'Magiztaire', situated in a despicable place where the Knights also have no extra access, is different from what it looks like and boasts an iron wall.

Ten years of clouds setting up a shop in this imperial capital, and I hear 'Magiztayle' has never been robbed before.

"Damn, if you're going to rob me, come in the daytime! In the daytime! Thanks to you, we don't have enough sleep!

Mr Martis tells me like he's upset. There was a big neighborhood under my eyes.

This commotion near the auction, exactly, seems to be coming from Mr. Martis, who is usually healthy enough to likely outlive me.

But whatever it is, I'm glad you're safe. In the unlikely event that Mr. Martis falls into the heist's fierce blade, he is too sleepy.

I'm relieved inside, and Mr. Martis just checks around.

"Hey, Klee! What's wrong with you lady? If you're coming to see me, follow me, lady! I don't want you! Out of the way!

... Sounds like you didn't have to come all this way.

It confirms the traces in the store with the look of a knight's pioneering face. Seeing a small voice saying, "I've already got the killer, okay?" Seems to be pretty much this grandfather.

"I brought Citrie in instead. Now please forgive me one thing..."

"Are you kidding me, I'm not replacing you! Hmm? Citrie, I'm guessing last night's wasn't your handler. Huh!?

I'm fine, Grandpa. More suitable for hunters than I am.

Like they said terribly, Citrie frowned outwardly and gave him a deviant return.

"Oh no... ugh!?... Mr. Klee has stopped me, and in case a hundred million people send me... I'll pick a few more people."

"Then fine! If you're free, help me clean up, you're in business! Our employees can only stand."

The guard, standing within the audible range of enough voices, did not even look dissatisfied with Mr. Martis' ramblings. Upright, looking straight at the universe. Is it Kakashi?

Citrie starts cleaning up without one disgusting face. I sat at the broken counter and checked the store again.

"Sounds like you've been hit a lot rarely. Weren't you hurt?

"No injuries! There were three Hunter Collapse Bandits. It was our guard who destroyed the store! It's been a long time since I've used treasure tools, so I can't relieve myself or anything! Shit! I'm not lending you treasure to break the store!

... Isn't it the robbery?

The guard himself at the time pointed out does not move one gaze. Does that mean there will be a bunch of freaks around freaks? And how awesome is it to destroy the Red Party simply by using equipped treasure gear? At least he seems stronger than me.

You were satisfied screaming the whole way, Mr. Martis sighed deeply as he included the water in his mouth.

"So, what can I do for you? I don't need compensation, it's a red bounty and it's black. My grandson came to see me."

"No, but..."

"I don't need an apology for the rumor either. After being danced to by other people's words - there's no such thing as the most powerful treasure! If you have something like that, I'd love to see it!

Just say what Mr. Martis wants to say without an island to mount, and slap his fist on the counter.

Even the most heinous treasures do not exist, such as the most powerful treasures. It has been his cliché for decades in this path.

Apparently, he doesn't trust the rumors, nor the shards.

Either because you trust me, or because you don't trust me, but because you're late, I feel a little lighter about those stubborn words.

I laughed and decided to end it in a good way.

"The most heinous treasure - maybe the scariest isn't treasure or anything, it's people's hearts"

"Shut up! The scary thing is, I was just trying to buy some treasure gear and it became a highlight!

I make a vertical face, and Mr. Martis yells at me. Absolutely right.

Sigh deeply and indicate consent.

"Yes, people's stupidity is unlimited"

"Shut up! Don't tell me there's nothing in it!

Compared to that, how many debt deciles etc.?

By the way, if you think calmly, marriage doesn't make you go away with debt apart?

Citrine is cleaning up. He even gave a convincing instruction to the Knights who came to field validate what persuasion he had made. It'll be over soon enough to clear the debris for now.

"Magiztayle" also serves Mr. Martis' home. We need to at least close the door. It's a pre-security issue. Will I talk to Eva later when I get back to Cranhouse?

"Speaking of which, did you get an appraisal?

Whatever the history, that treasure is already the object of attention in this imperial capital.

I don't know why Miss Eclair mistakes that for the most powerful treasure, but once her abilities have been established, this fuss will also divide her.

Transformed treasures are restricted in use in Teito. Nobility has decency, too, and the bid should drop dramatically.

Mr. Martis shook his neck wide to the side, questioning his desire.

"Mmm...... oh right. I've fished through some of the materials, but I'm not going to be able to do a proficiency test."

As expected, I dropped my shoulder small.

Mr. Martis has pride in his work, but that's why he doesn't hide the risk, and he doesn't risk his life for that appraisal.

"The risk of use is S. There are many troublesome things about the mask system. A facial expression indicates the essence of a person, and the masked treasures that cover it up are many things that transform the spirit and flesh. Few items have restrictions on activation conditions. I tried using the golem to start it but nothing happened. Given the shape of the mask, it probably won't activate unless it's a creature."

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

"It's not a lot. If you understand that and you're going to win, it's your own fault."

Exactly. Even this imperial capital would only be able to do as much as Mr. Martis, such as input the start-up of a difficult treasure tool into the golem.

Previously, when I got "The Converting Person (Reverse Face)" from the Bandits, I had testimony from one of them and found out how effective it would be, but if Mr. Martis could do that and not make an appraisal, it would be difficult to know how effective it would be unless he used the human pillar.

Listings of treasure items and appraiser findings made in the proficiency appraisal will also be published. If you write down what Mr. Martis just said, many of the hunters who were desperately trying to buy that one should also wake up.

But then, the last remaining hurdle is that Miss Eclair. I don't know why, but she is possessed by the phantom of the most powerful treasure. Even a noble lady wouldn't understand the weight of Mr. Martis' words,

The Chamber of Commerce will not go down, either, unless Miss Eclair gives up the competition.

"The party symbol at Klee's is also quite shaped, but the risk of that meat mask is more than that. I have no idea how desperate everyone is for that."

"I'm the most in trouble, and it's all like it's my fault. Honestly, I hope the auction ends soon. No matter how strong a treasure tool you have in the first place, or you're used to it, it doesn't mean your body's weak, does it?

The strong ones are strong even if you don't have treasure, and the weak ones are weak even if you do. So the members of The Mourning Ghost don't stop drilling.

Citrie says that the best 'trait' of our time seems to be human strength.

The civilization of the past was developed, but not as strong as a species called man. In this day and age, the development of civilization is not that high, but the human strength of vegetables is the best, etc.

"... at all. Everyone is overlapping their ideals with treasures."

Mr. Martis snorted at my words the most.

Organize the situation and assume the worst and best.

Best of all, ladies, chambers of commerce and other hunters give up getting treasure and I get it for cheap.

And worst of all - the lady or the chamber of commerce gets the treasure - they don't fear the risk, they find the effect, they punch me into the effects that are different from what I expected.

It's an overly irrational story, but they are noble ladies who don't know what to do. I don't know what kind of eye it fits more than this one is overwhelmingly inferior in terms of power.

I don't need that treasure anymore. [M] I'll have it if you will, but I'm not going to use Citrie's marriage money until I get it.

But whatever it is, the line of prevention should be more than just me at the beginning of the commotion.

I don't want to be in such a bad mood, but leaving this kind of hassle behind is something that will become even more troublesome later.

"Would you like me to add Mr. Martis' words and talk to Miss Ecclair for once... follow me?

Asking Citrine, who was busy cleaning up, she put her hand on her cheek and smiled like a swing.

"Of course, Mr. Klee. Let the Arch lady know about us."