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

Get in shape to be jumped at any time and observe the two of them wearing creepy masks.

Is the motif a skeleton? The mask based on black completely hides its expression and its eyes are not even on the surface.

It wasn't the kind of mask a very decent person would wear. Would some members of the Order of Magic or the Order of Evil God suffer? Or does it also mean hiding your identity?

There was no fright in the behaviour of the two sitting in the chair.

One - The Shadow Out person tossed both legs on the table as if this was his room, and Citrie, who came to negotiate with The Thousand Changes last time, stretched his spine and sat well behaved, but with no sign of tension.

This place should be worth the enemy land for the two of us right now, but is this what a thief is all about?

The numerical advantage lies here. But in that overly spare manner, the companions who came in on the contrary were more upbeat.

Ei yells in a reversed voice.

"So, hey, it was a red party!?

"... What are you talking about?

There was no information that The Ghost of Mourning was a red party.

But I'm very used to the way the two of you are right now. I don't see it for the first time.

Are you wiping out all the witnesses, or is The Mourning Ghost in such a position that some tyranny is allowed in this land? Either way, poor quality.

It's easy to clean up if your opponent is just a chimp or a gorotzki, but your opponent is an equally absorbed and enhanced hunter of Mana Materials. Also, your party's certification level is 8 above the Fog Thunder Dragon (Fallen Mist). The other two, but the situation is bad to contend with.

Arnold and the others are putting in scattered liquor. Not enough to fight, but you won't be able to give your usual performance.

You read Arnold's thoughts, tell Citrie to calm down slowly.

"Don't bother, Mr. Arnold. Our leaders want a peaceful solution. Besides, this isn't a bad story for Fog Thunder Dragon."

"Sito, too sweet. Because these guys are late, and Liz and the others are bothering me, I need to do this right."

Hit the foot on the table hard once, and the mask turns to Arnold still.

The exhilarating killing spirit that preceded the phantom and was no less pale was stronger than any red party the Arnolds had ever exorcised.

Perhaps its combat ability is equal to Arnold's, which has a certification level of 7. It's a tough opponent for Arnold, who's geared up more destructively than a takeover called the Great Sword.

I don't know what the neighbor Citrine is capable of, but assuming it's on par with Liz, the best action the Arnolds should take would be to stop them both and run into the Knights of Law and Order stuffing.

However, if he escaped without fighting, he would hinder his future activities.

Poke Liz's shoulder like Citrie was in trouble for a one-touch, instant air. Liz smashed her tongue small and lowered her legs off the table.

Apparently you're not here to punch me in.

To Arnold and the others as they stood, Citrine shrugged her shoulders and began talking.

"A share is a matter of auction. Mr. Arnold, the amount of treasure you offered jumped by Klee's measures. You have a right to some of it."

Ei, standing behind him, argues as he stands to pull out his dagger at any time.

"... we're not talking about it. They did win the bid for an unexpected price, but that's not your feat. We're the ones who brought home the treasure. It's just the result of your leader's indifference."

"Mr. Klee hasn't participated in that masked competition in the first place. We'll find out as soon as we can."

"............ what?

Arnold opens his eyes to unexpected words.

I don't know the expression because I'm wearing a mask. But Citrine's voice was laughing.

"Merchants, nobles and hunters were all danced to by the rumors that Mr. Klee had circulated. You didn't notice, did you?

I didn't realize. I certainly didn't notice.

I didn't see any lies in how Klee tried to negotiate. Expression. Voice color. To the trivial behavior, the stunned look the aristocrats showed when they raised their voices was genuine.

With incredible thoughts, I look at the mask in front of me.

If all that flow was bluff, then "Thousands of Changes" would have been more edifying than Arnold thought.

".................. sounds stupid. For what?"

"That's a secret. But Mr. Arnold and the others must have thought," No way, I want to dream that this unpicked treasure will be picked up for over a hundred million dollars. "

Reminds me of the conversation at the tavern earlier. Sure, I thought.

Impossible given Arnold's common sense so far, such as that meat mask, which is unpredictable and however horrible, is traded for 200 million.

If everything was the result of being manipulated by someone, I can explain it in a nutshell.

"Thanks to you, we have achieved our purpose. Thank you."

Citrie bows her head small, but - and goes on.

"Even if they weren't informed, Mr. Arnold and the others benefited more than they should have. We're hunters, too, and we can't let you think we lost like this. I mean, that's what I'm talking about."

The voice was calm, but there was an elusive force to resist.

That's a hard story to convince. Always, Arnold and the others don't have to give away their share of the plot for "Thousands of Changes" if it was true.

But it is also risky to renege on the negotiations as they are.

Think about the pros and cons in the moment.

It is the nobility who lost money in this auction. It would be a hassle if we found out about the price catch together.

Even if Arnold and the others insist that they don't know, it could affect their future activities if they are stared at by powerful aristocrats.

Obviously not a legal means, but dealing with a hunter who was good enough to manipulate information to turn garbage into billions in just a few days was loaded.

Whatever the country of fog, Arnold and the others have few allies in this empire.

Aye, who understood the situation, looks up anxiously at Arnold. Other members were in a bluish mood until earlier, as if they were lying.

"... are you going to take it?"

"It's a legitimate gift, isn't it? By and large, the Imperial City is the territory of Liz and the others. Hmm? Ask Liz to give it a shot, keep Liz and the others waiting so long. Yeah, it's only gonna take 200 million gears, right? Think you're lucky, I'll kill you."

200 million? Right now, 200 million or something?

Instead of splitting up, it's all about the amount you earned at the auction. No... it is negative from Arnold's side because the fee is taken to the auction side depending on the amount of bid won.

Whatever it is, it's beyond tolerance. On the forehead more than you can imagine, the look on the faces of your pals who were blue becomes more rude.

There's no way I can drink it. In the first place, in front of eight of the Level 7 parties, you lick too much.

If you pay in silence here, that's the end of Hunter's life. The party will also disintegrate.

Negotiations are broken. The only way to do this is to clash by force.

I'll make you regret what you insulted me. I'll show these guys who are insulting the countrymen the power of Hao Thunder Blast.

At the time Arnold put his strength into his arms, he said as if Citrine was frightened.

"Sister, shut up! You can't take the full amount! Because it's a share. In general, the fees make Mr. Arnold and the others negative - and we need to do the job right!

"Huh? You can just wipe it all out and take it away - though. Hunters aren't ordinary people, and they don't conflict with the rules, do they?

Before the eight hunters in the battle posture, the rhetoric begins.

I didn't think it was very sane. Or are you so confident in your strength?

Regardless of Liz, Citrie seems to be in the rear guard position. I don't think we can dodge the avant-garde Arnold blow at this distance.

When Citrie appeases to Liz, she removes one small bottle from her hip potion holder and places it on the table.

The transparent mountain-blown liquid that was inside swayed small.

"110 million geels. That's what our leader wants for what we want."

The amount gained from the auction is 200 million Gears. In that case, Arnold and the others will be given 90 million Gears.

My friends look at my expensive, but far better, forehead.

"Mr. Arnold and the others thought it was incredible. Exactly. Arnold and the others get 90 million, we get 110 million, we get a face, and Arnold and the others get more than they should. Now let's do it all by hand."

That was an exquisite compromise.

Ninety million Gears. Less than half compared to 200 million, but much higher than the price Arnold expected for that treasure.

Above all, the amount of 110 million geels is certainly high, but it is also not as stubborn for Misty Thunder Dragon. It would be cheaper if we could avoid the flirting with a Level 8 certified party. And reason. Well, I'm not convinced.

You can take it. But - I don't like that spare attitude.

Arnold is a Level 7 hunter. Too much underestimation. My people are upside down, but that's why Arnold, the leader, must be strong.

In the first place, there is only one problem with Citrie's argument. Nose and look down at Citrie.

"If the money moves from us, that's what makes you suspect fraud? What are you gonna do?

I don't know how proud the Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief) is of this imperial capital, but it won't be ruling Zebuldia.

The difficulty is the same with Thousands of Changes if the rumor spreads publicly. And while the Arnolds wish they'd gotten out of the worst empire, The Mourning Ghost has made this city a hometown.

To the question, Citrie lifted a beautiful glass bottle filled with liquid, and shook it up and laughed dull.

"So I'm going to sell you this potion for 110 million geels. 'Antidote'. Powerful, so this bottle will work for everyone. I don't think anything of being kept waiting long. Instead, it would be more convenient to have them consumed in large quantities. Alcohol, was it delicious? It's shallow, but from what I've seen as an alchemist, what's missing from Mr. Arnold and the others is" resistance. "

You mixed poison with booze!?

Aye, but my people are blue. I don't have any pain in my body at the moment, but when you say so, it also seems like I'm getting drunk fast.

This is a luxury inn. It is unlikely that the liquor store clerk has been acquired, but the key to the room has been broken.

Citrie, who previously looked like a commonsense man, suddenly looks tougher than Liz. The sound of the clock needle was heard slightly louder.

"Come on...... which is more important, buddy or money?

§ § §

Tilt your neck in front of the countless bright white fragments scattered across the desk.

The clock needle meant that much time had passed since work had already begun.

Rub loose the seeping eyes with fatigue and move and untie the hardened shoulders wide. Along with the sound of a knock, Eva came in.

I always open my eyes to the misery of a desk where I haven't put anything.

"... what are you doing?

"It's a jigsaw puzzle. The white one."

I remembered leaving it unattended when I bought it.

Unlike the original puzzle, all pieces are white, and there are a thousand pieces, so it's hard.

My hobby is not jigsaw puzzles, and I know how I'm a free man with nothing to do.

I couldn't help but manage to make the outside, but from there the ahead doesn't go as late. My head is going crazy.

I say as Eva drops her gaze on the desk like she's stunned.

"... why all of a sudden"

Because I'm free.

But of course I won't be honest with you. Bring a nihil grin and lift the pieces of the puzzle to say it.

"I did everything I could."

Hard boiled, huh?

Too little can be said of it.

"............ really?

"... yes! I'd like to prepare some tea and sweets for Ark when he gets back."

I have to sell the melancholy. Debt and lending should be as small as possible.

The Mask. The Transforming Man (Reverse Face) is coming soon. Eva stops me from getting up.

"It's not a clan master job. Please don't do anything and sit down because I'll be ready."

"You're the best guy. Right............... I know it's ok, but I like the guy whose tea works for mental fatigue and stuff. I'm sure she's tired of dealing with the lady."

"Yes, sir."