The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

60 – Legion of Darkness (10)

“That mechanical device is something that only our family can use.”

The porter recalled Vivs’ words and gathered ingredients together with Lena. According to Beeves, the device Greta was wearing wasn’t just an enhancement device. It was an item that could only be worn by the demonic dragons with extremely hard bodies and excellent resilience.

“If you are not a race that is naturally strong like us, you will not be able to use it because you will die during the operation.”

It was said that since the energy of the magic crystal flows through the scales, the body is several times stronger than usual, and since it shoots the magic directly, it can emit more ferocious and powerful power. Beeves put it this way:

“When the magic crystal liquid starts to circulate in your body, it’s like you’ve been pouring potions all day, to put it humanly. It can’t even be damaged by any kind of attack. My father must have believed in that and made such a reckless plan.”

And the hero said that he had been holding out against such a monster for days. The porter pondered for a while which of the two, the hero and Greta, was the more monstrous one, and came to the conclusion that Greta, who had a filthy appearance, was more monstrous.

“I heard that he is the best warrior among the demons, but he is quite a coward. What is that. Then won’t you feel a little offended if we win?”

Lena grumbled in a low voice. The porter turned his head in case Vivs heard it, but Vivs was nodding as he looked at the grass Ashria had brought.

“Yes, that’s right. As expected, demonization is progressing here as well, so demonic creatures are gradually growing. After all, you will learn about the culture and history of the Pandemonium. It’s good to know these things in advance. This is the medicine used in the Pandemonium when demonic energy is oversupplied.”

The plan was simple. Greta believes in her armor and power and charges, so with the help of Vivs, injects fake medicine into his armor to neutralize it. In the meantime, the porter’s party has contacted the hero to arrange a place for dialogue.

In this conversation, Vivs was the main character, and he, who ‘understood’ both the demon world and the human world, was going to mediate.

What does Beeves want to say when he betrays his father and brings him to the negotiating table?

It was absurd for the porter to pretend to be a human understandingr and to believe that he could persuade Greta, but he didn’t bother to say anything about it.

They just tuned in to Beeves’ story and diligently gathered ingredients. Vives said with a smile as he looked at the materials the porter had gathered.

“Since you are also from the Empire, you seem to be familiar with the geography around here. How easy is it to get these things? I’ve met a few people from the Empire, but you seem to be the funniest of them all. I’ll introduce them later. Because they are all good people. end… … .”

“It’s done.”

The porter cut off Beeves again. Veeves, seeing the porter’s disrespect, cleared his throat and said in a stern voice:

“That can’t be done. Later on, if this story goes well, I can rise to the position of governor of the kingdom and teach you guys. Such a disrespectful attitude is not right for peace and harmony.”

“ah… … . Sorry. I made a mistake.”

The porter smiled and bowed his head, and Vivs nodded with a satisfied face at the porter’s polite apology, then shoved the medicinal herbs the porter had brought into one place. While the two of them were talking, Lena secretly stuffed some of the medicine she had brought into the porter’s potion, then stood behind the porter again.

*****

“It is very strange. Why didn’t it end there… … .”

The commander muttered to himself and sat down next to the hero. After pouring out a shot with all his might, the hero was lying on the bed and groaning. I was in a situation where there was no solution other than to take a break because my body was drained of energy.

“You mean the hero should have died?”

Millet replied sharply. She bandaged her swollen arm and frowned. The commander shouted in bewilderment at Millet’s reaction.

“I didn’t mean that. But isn’t it strange? Why did he just go back without striking the hero? Looking at his body, the wounds were healing again. Isn’t the warrior at the level where you have to lie on the bed and recover your physical strength?”

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Greta did not finish the hero. He withdrew, saying that his body was damaged and that the machine was creaking, and that he needed to recover. It was really unpredictable. Isn’t now the perfect chance to break through the main force?

The warrior rose from his seat. Millet said.

“Warrior. You can’t push yourself too hard.”

The hero stroked Millet’s head and said.

“It’s fine.”

Even though the hero was lying down, he was wearing his armor. It was to fight again whenever the enemy came out. Of course, the hero didn’t have the confidence to fight Greta like before. Considering how much energy I’ve exhausted so far, I’ve had to take a good rest for about a week to recuperate.

“Did you get a call from your colleagues?”

“I’m planning an independent operation, so I’ve only been contacted asking for time.”

“I heard that before. Any contact after that?”

At the hero’s question, the commander shook his head. The warrior’s colleagues, who had been sent to cut off the supply unit, suddenly switched operations after confirming that there was no supply unit. The commander was frustrated because he did not know what kind of strategy his colleagues were sleeping on.

So the commander changed the topic.

“First of all, we have contacted the upper management and requested additional reinforcements. The other units are also on the tight side, so I don’t know how much I can gather, but I’m going to do it with the thought that if this place is breached, it’s the end.”

“I will recover as soon as possible.”

When the hero said that, the commander looked at the hero with a pitiful expression. Beautiful blue eyes with blonde hair. It was only natural that one side of my heart would ache when I saw people who could have been happier if they had lived in a different place, in a different era, suffering here.

The commander looked at the hero without a word, then nodded and went outside. When the commander disappeared, the hero lay down on the bed again and put his head on his head. Mental exhaustion and physical exhaustion seemed to weigh down my body at once. Even the slightest movement caused his whole body to scream.

The hero moved his arm and looked at Millet. Miele sat down on the floor and started eating the rationed bread.

The hero said to Millet.

“millet. What are other people doing now?”

Millet answered without hesitation.

“He must be plotting something grand.”

The warrior nodded and smiled at those words.

“right. right? Uncle, Lena, and Ashuria are all people who come up with ideas that I can’t even think of. I trust them.”

“right.”

Millet replied and looked at the hero again. Miele, who looked at the hero’s happy smile alternately with her own bread, hesitated and said,

“…This bread is mine. The hero gave me sick food.”

“…don’t steal it.”

The hero laughed at his absurdity and reached for the soup.

Into the tent of such a warrior, a small telegram fluttered and fluttered. The warrior, who was about to eat the soup, saw a pigeon flitting over the perch on the ceiling of the tent, and he was startled and put the bowl down again.

Millet reached out and grabbed the bird, and the bird struggled for a while before checking on Millet and calming down. There was a small letter on his ankle. Millet pulled out the letter with her cunning hands, and then sent the copy again. The bird perched on the perch looked down at the hero and Millet, moving its head like a cuckoo clock, and circled around the tent.

The warrior said with a tense face.

“What, what is written on it? How do you say it?”

“Well… … .”

“What? yes?”

Millet turned her head to the hero while reading the note. The mysterious expression made the contents of the note unpredictable. The hero became even more impatient and stamped his foot slightly, then made a colorful expression while feeling pain from the recoil.

“Ahahahahaha! What is your expression!”

Millet laughed at the hero’s strange expression, and the hero reached out to Millet and said,

“Now, don’t play around and show me quickly.”

“ruler.”

Millet handed over the note to the hero again. The hero read the contents of the note, tilted his head, and smiled again.

The note read:

[Hero. I know you’re having a hard time. The operation we prepared has been completed. There is a trick to ruin his armor, so pour out everything.]

The hero muttered while looking at the handwriting.

“As expected, uncle.”