56 Tabernacle Six, apparently.

"... oh?

If I let go of my mouth from the teacup I was mouthing, and lifted my gaze, I could see the little purple sphere I had kept on the table cracked.

"Is something wrong?

What I've been asking is what an indescribable piece of bandage you're sitting in the chair across the street from across the table.

At first it is in a people-like shape, but its thickness is not usual, and it intrigues me slightly to see how much bandage wrapped around it would make it a silhouette like a bear stuffed animal that can't do that.

"No, it looks like the core that was flying through the woodland labyrinth was destroyed."

The people do not know the fact that the Forest Labyrinth has already been broken at the hands of our demons.

At the entrance and exit of the Continental side of the Demon Nation, and at the entrance and exit of the Continental side of the People's Nation, a transfer gate is installed by our hands.

Most importantly, because we couldn't bring in much material to install the gate on that side, only about one person can send it at the transfer gate, and there is a limit on the number of times a day can be used.

Besides, I have the disadvantage of saying that the usage fee is ridiculously high, except that if it is for research purposes, I have no choice but to split some expenses.

"What the hell are you doing over there?

"It's a field test for a new demon. A lovely demon who eats people, reproduces in their bellies, and merges with their bodies."

I tried embedding the core in one of the controls and flying it over there, but to say that the control core on this side was destroyed seems to have been destroyed by someone.

I find it slightly frustrating that I didn't get a lot of data.

However, the objective is to repeat the experiment several times and obtain the data needed from numerous failures and slight successes.

By analogy, it would be like the task of attracting a single hit whale out of a large number of detached whales, which would disqualify you as a researcher if you seemed to twitch because you pulled detached.

"It was an experiment with pure combat power and breeding speed..."

"It's a failure. Dear Woe."

Who could blame me just because I learned a mild willingness to kill on a chunk of bandage that swept back on the couch, blurring my hands and feet?

And it's a strange chunk of cloth.

This one seems to be visible to say that not one eye, mouth, or organ that seems to fall under it is dewy on the surface, and the voice is clear and easy to hear.

I don't think I can help but want to open this once.

Rather than that, I'd love to open it up for once.

I'm sure you'll see something that satisfies my curiosity.

With that in mind, when I looked at the mass of bandages, the mass of bandages I noticed being seen shook my body terribly on the couch.

"What's up?

"There's something chilly right now... a cold, huh?

"Does the Demons catch a cold?

"Didn't you hit it? Well, there's a lot of brain muscle idiots, so let's just say no one notices if they catch a cold."

Kerakera and chunks of laughing bandages.

For once, I am a superior Demon clan than I am, and as a researcher, I am ahead of the curve, but I prefer the light words and actions that I said, so I have been branded a freak, and I am not much of a... No, I was one of those people who didn't want to be involved as much as I could.

"Is that funny? First, when it comes to experimental failure, didn't you just fail the experiment you were doing in the same area because people interrupted you?

If I mixed all the disgust with the voice and said it away, the laughter that the bandage chunk gave me stopped perfectly.

I think for a moment I've made you feel bad, but the only face I've seen glimpsed is still a chunk of bandage, and there's no way I can read your expression.

In the first place, I don't know where my eyes are, so I don't even know if I'm looking at this one.

"I didn't fail anything, hey."

After a while, there was no mix of things like discomfort in the voice emitted by a chunk of cloth.

"You recovered what you needed, didn't you? It's just that they stopped me on the way."

"I have also heard that I have lost the Demon Stone for experimentation. A cost deficit would be a failure."

"This is tough again."

I can't. The bear opens his hands, flips over the couch, and looks up to the ceiling.

Either way, the motion is exaggerated and funny.

That's oddly disturbing.

If you are the same or the same, I feel bitter about getting rid of you immediately, but on the scale, if you do something bad, this one will be killed.

"Either way, the experiment stopped for a while."

"Oh? Why?

A chunk of bandage that sounds strange.

I wonder why this guy doesn't even know that.

Apart from what you are interested in, many researchers don't show interest as if, but shouldn't you look through about the notifications that have flowed from above?

It's a story that could destroy you if you make one mistake.

Or is the freak in front of you going to slash and throw away what doesn't even matter?

"I would have been notified by the military. They're going to reinstall the size of the forest labyrinth transfer gates so that some number of them can be transported, and the transfer gates won't be available until the work is done."

"Did you get that kind of news?

I have a suspicious voice, the stuffed neck of the bandage leaning slightly and shivering puffy.

Apparently, he wants to tilt his neck, but because of his sloppy shape and the thickness of the bandage he's wrapped around, he's not doing well.

The sigh leaks unexpectedly.

I want to break up this conversation with such a strange object early and get back to research as soon as possible.

"There it is. If you think it's a lie, you can investigate it at home."

"I didn't say it was a lie, but hey."

Throw a glance back at the bandage chunk that began to blur my hands and feet again, and I open my mouth trying to keep the story open.

"If that's all you have to do, can it be time to go home?

"Oh, yeah. I'll be home when I'm done."

What more can I say I still do for you, and I almost clog my words with the slightest shock I ran into my chest and something hot that came up my throat.

From my half-opened mouth, I looked down at my chest as I felt the stiff and viscous liquid leak out.

A stick of unfamiliar boneless metal pierces over the chest of his familiar body.

The pain finally hit me when I realized it was a chunk of my own blood that came up from my throat.

"Oops... what the hell are you..."

"You're in trouble. When it gets very flashy over there. The next time you go over there, you'll be slaughtered without even being able to talk."

It was like an iron stick pointed at the tip and further threaded.

Its fundamentals protrude from the gap in the bandage of a mass of bandages.

I don't know what the principle is, but when that stick spins, the part of the screw of the stick that is piercing me pushes the stick further into the depths of my body.

One bottle would still be far from fatal.

Several more sticks are stuck and screwed into the body unmanipulatively, trying to figure out a way to escape, enduring the discomfort and pain that foreign bodies are passing through the body.

That chunk of bandage stood right in front of me screaming out loud.

"In the meantime, I will have you dead. I intend to die pointlessly and miserably as a warning to others. Yeah, I'm going to decide what I can use, so that's not a good idea."

I tried to scream for help, and he stuck a stick in my throat.

It slowly approaches me to cover my cover as I can no longer speak and storm with blood and saliva drooling from my mouth.

"So let's go from that eyeball first, shall we?

Fritz had his head in his own room in the Guild building.

On the desk in front of you, there are piles of paperwork.

Most of them were reports.

There are just 100 dead adventurers at 23 parties.

Almost all of the adventurers who responded to requests from the Alliance are dead.

Only three people from one party survived.

It was just that party with Lenya-Knugi as its leader.

For Fritz, those results are relatively irrelevant.

It was unexpected that Lianya's party was in, and when I found out about it, it was a rush, but it didn't make a problem because it ended up resurrecting me.

23 It didn't matter that the party was wiped out.

The adventurers are rotten.

From the aristocratic bonbong that does not succeed the housekeeper on top to the stuffed farmhouse on the bottom, that is what is so varied that it is not indissoluble for the species to replenish.

In the first place, a hard-to-replenish veteran adventurer would never devour a request like this one.

That's what's behind the way you make requests - because it's like you're screaming.

If that Scion was a leader, he could have eaten incorrectly, but Fritz thinks he would have mislooked a little, even though he thought Lianya would have avoided it at his leisure.

But this is not the kind of thing that Fritz would have a head for.

There were currently three problems in front of me that were enough to make me hold my head.

One is the investigation record sent by the investigation team.

The new species of demons found in the woods this time seemed to be of an uncertain shape, beastly or manly, or mimicking dragons.

They were all really disgusting ecologies that said they would eat people, take people in, and reproduce in people's bodies.

How did you find out about those things, because one was the autopsy of the demon body that the investigation team brought home, and the other was the discovery of several individuals who remained in the middle of what they said.

When it comes to why an individual was discovered in such a state, it leads to a second problem.

The second is to say that the forest in the matter has almost been destroyed.

Only one person, Lotus Yakiya, who was watching the scene, said that when he thought from the sky that something like white thread had come down, it stabbed him into the woods, and I had a bad feeling about it, so I put up a defensive junction, and as soon as I realized that my vision was filled with white monochrome color, I was inside the silver world.

I tried to ascertain the veracity of the word by law, but Fritz gave it up because Lotus told me to pay.

In fact, it's because it's true that Lianya's words are lying or true, but the forest has been frozen extensively.

The results of the survey showed that roughly 70% to 80% of the entire forest would not return to its original state because it would be closed to ice or the trees would be swept down.

When it comes to the sorcerers who were accompanying the investigation team, it seems that if people try to do the same thing, they will use hundreds of sorcerers to exercise sorcery and see if they manage to create a similar situation.

Of course, the report was given jurisdiction: "For those reasons, it appears to be a sudden natural disaster".

If it is truly a natural disaster, it is a fritz that I think will curse God and others.

Regardless of the damage done to the adventurer, drastically reducing the resources that can be harvested from the wasted trees and woods can be a terrible pain for the city's inhabitants.

The measures on that do not come directly to the detriment of Fritz, as it is for the State to think, but naturally cooperation in the measures put in place should be required and it is certain that more work will be done.

The third problem was now in front of Fritz.

"You explain what's going on, don't you, Fritz?

It was Lorna who carried a black flame behind her back, carried absolute zero degree of cold on her smile and asked in a gentle tone.

It was the same when I did it and wrapped my merry body in a monastic garment, but on its right hand is squeezed a wiggle of mace with force.

Too much effort, shaking slightly, it was giving Fritz enough to say he didn't like silent intimidation.

"Surely this time it was the guild's discretion. But I thought that guy would avoid it..."

"Is that okay with the will, Fritz?

"Oh, no, um... huh?

"Then be there. At least I'll send you not to suffer with one blow."

"Oh, hey?... Yep!?

To the screams of men echoing throughout the guild, the officials looked at each other and returned to their respective jobs as if they had heard nothing.