147 Lesson 24: Iron Fist Sanctions

In the end, I finished making Lejeme when not much light from the morning sun plugged in from the gaps in the curtains.

Currently, I just handed out Lejeme to the students and stuck the schedule on the blackboard.

"I'm going to proceed with the class on this schedule"

"Don't be silly!"

Without betraying his expectations, he spins words of criticism even as Cliff anchors his right fingertip to the blackboard in an angry phase.

And the same gaze can be turned from other students besides Eight.

"Hmm, if you have any objections, why don't you ask me?

"We don't have time for this. If you fail the regular exam, which way, you're expelled! I don't know how long I've been learning this kind of general education!

Here's an overview of the class schedule I presented:

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○ Class G schedule table

· 8: 00 - 12: 00 General Education

- 12: 00 - 13: 00 Lunch and rest

· 13: 00 - 15: 00 Magic and Tactics Coach

From 15: 00 to 19: 00 Outdoor internship

* Outdoor traineeships shall be conducted on miscellaneous quests only.

* On Saturdays and Sundays of the second week of each month, you will receive a quest designated by the professor.

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The magic time was set at two hours. They have a heap of things to learn first.

Only, magic is just one of them. The consequences of not learning the process and pushing on to an easy and easy path await only unfortunate results. Suppose I'm their teacher. You can't admit such foolishness.

"Let's start the class. I'll do a quiz this weekend. If even one passes, cancel the magic class, as you intend to do because you'll be in correctional subjects."

Ignoring Cliff, who still speaks the language of criticism, I started the class.

Safe, class is over and delivered to Straheim. While we all put our intense grievances on one side of our faces, we headed to today's outdoor internship.

Today's outdoor internship is "Carrying Luggage When Moving".

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○ Mission Name: Luggage Carriage When Moving

· Clear Reward: Slight improvement in muscle strength.

- Rank G

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I applied in advance for class G. With their strength, clearance will be possible enough by the end of the day.

Even if Pruitt and the others carry out the mission I originally envisioned, they are no longer going to die. About a month from now, they will be asked to take on a dangerous mission as planned.

The problem is an amateur eight. He is obliged to train in magic bags, and this past month he intends to supplement the inadequacies of missions, etc. with personal classes, which should be somewhat effective.

Anyway, as planned, we just go ahead and do it solemnly.

Now use this extra time, and I can't talk about it without my own enhancement. First of all, I've encountered too many strong people these days. With a one-eyed man at the head, a blue beard, and that emperor - Iskandar.

I'm certainly a believer in science, but I'm not going to deny the power. Without power, any claim is turned into dust chips. Because this should also be a fact that history proves.

Straheim's Labyrinth - Take a trip to Krikara and start exploring.

As a result, several rules were found.

One, the fact that metastases cannot be used within Criccarat. Complete incapacity for metastases outside of safety points, more precisely. This safety point is a semi-circular special space installed about every fifth floor, making it quite large and like a small city. Even the restaurant, the martial arts, and the tool shop made me realize the merchant's success.

Second, the fact that the strength of the demon becomes more powerful as it goes to the lower levels. Sometimes just going down the ground floor is another dimensional strength. After all, exploring the labyrinth alone with the students would be dangerous.

Third, at the safety point, it must be possible to transfer.

It's a hundred million robberies to have to worry about the eyes and make a transfer, and do you want to open a store in the land and in the Sagami Chamber of Commerce restaurant Silver Knife? It requires rooting for the Adventurer Alliance.

Let's talk to Willie.

Transfer from the shadows to Straheim's chamber and head to the Adventurer's Guild.

Upon entering the Guild Hall, the usual receptionist changes his blood phase, approaches him, leans forward, and closes his mouth to my ear. Oh, boy. Looks like you're in trouble again.

(It's very unsavory now. Can you come back in the day?

Uh, I see, I see what she's trying to say. Maybe it's because they're there.

There's a dozen armed men in the cafe on the left. Among them, a purple-haired young man in luxurious armor was staring at me with his poor eye.

Did he say Gold Family - Munk of Bresgarm or something? Just fine. I just wanted to talk to him.

"Not necessary. Unlike my spare time puppets over there, I'm busy."

"Hey, Mr. Syllabe!

I'm desperate to move my hands and ask for restraint, but it's already too late. I was surrounded by tough men with thick blue muscles on my forehead.

"What can I do for you?

"Follow me."

"Absolutely."

Munk dyes his face bright red when I smile full face and nod loudly. Of course, it's not lit, it's anger minded, I guess. Well, it's just creepy to be deluded with such a glimpse.

Surrounded by the formidable men, they are brought to the square behind the Guild Branch Hall, even as they experience the mood of the Grand Matrix.

Or don't have too many spectators. There's 30 of them. Daimyo, I guess it also combines a show to the fact that I was smashed in the face before this.

Or is the profession of adventurer an open-ended profession to decide to watch the game from this midday?

Munk, as he proudly won, pulled out the sword of his hips,

"Now I won't forgive you for crying!

A few losing flags that some miscellaneous fish character like that were likely to say spoke of paranoia that seemed to stand economically.

"Hmm, so?

You thought it was a statement since I outsourced it to them.

"You crushed our ments. Sanctions have been imposed."

I pronounce it with an extra look, even though I let the sword tip hang out.

"Sanctions. Are you going to kill me?

"That's up to you. If you're gonna be a big sandback to us, you're not just gonna save our lives."

"What are you going to do with Eight?

"Saya. You betrayed us. I don't think I'm going to have to put that on before I drop it."

Information about Bresgarm is collected twelve minutes via Klama.

"Like the boy before you, can you cut off even one arm?

Anything, boys like wanting to get out of the family before Eight were cut off one arm and sold with fools like [Laguna] as perverted toys.

"Oh, my God? But yeah, I'll just tell you one thing. I like the sound of crying hunger and despair more than three meals. Come on!

This pleasure-painted face, I don't doubt it's a sincere word. Apparently, the verification is over.

"Right..."

I've already decided where these guys are going to go to one. Willie strictly tells me to weigh myself in, but that's a story if the other person wasn't crossing the line as a person.

"That's right. I wanted to see that face. Those who insulted me..."

Whatever Peach Summons, I, on my right foot, step on the ground and smash it.

"Whoa!?"

The ground bounces, a blast rolls, and sand smoke spreads all over the square.

"Hey, what!?"

Their stunned voices. And the earthen smoke cleared, and the ground appeared that heavily submerged me in concentric circles.

When the purple-haired men, who looked blindly at me with their eyes pointed their gaze at me, Ser and Blood caught my temper.

"Then, stupid... what the hell..."

Don't be frightened to this extent. There is also a lot of excitement.

"It's a syllabe. Has it already been investigated?

Recently, in this Straheim, I've been getting information from Klama that Gotsui amateurs are sniffing around about me. Ten, eighty-nine, you must mean these guys.

"Hey, wait a minute!

"Say no."

I walk slowly to Munk.

"Oh, why don't you come to our family? If he's strong like you, you're welcome!

Munk is in desperate shape and speaks of persuasion to me as he retreats.

……

I don't even feel like answering anymore. These guys are heartfelt, they can't be saved.

"Now with executive treatment..."

"Don't talk to me anymore."

When he kicks the ground and packs the distance to him, he grips his right fist firmly and wimps his face lightly.

Munk's nose crumbles gushing and bright red blood splashes scattered.

"GOOOOOOOOOOO!!?"

Even as he screams, he lifts and draws when he grabs the chest barn of the guy rolling around the ground.

"Okay. I am neither a saint nor a righteous ally (hero). I'd rather be close to you guys."

"Well, then..."

But even I have rules.

"Le, rules?

to Munk, who sticks his thick expression of fear on one side of his face, but asks him to parrot back, I raise my mouth angle,

"That's right. You spit on those few rules. So..."

Throw Munk over the sky.

"Yikes no!!"

I hold both fists to Munk, who falls even as he raises his pitiful voice like a rooster strangled in the throat,

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you, just like you."

Hit your fists in a row at high speed.

My two fists, which are rolled out, crush the bones of Munk's entire body and pull the meat away. The sound of physiological aversion echoed surreal into the square, and Munk rolled to the ground, which turned out to be a rag.

Removing his gaze from Munk, who cramps into small pieces on the ground, he glances at the men around him gleefully, screaming one after the other, throwing down his weapon and raising his hands.

They irritate me everywhere. If you lose your will to war with so much fear, why do you easily hurt others?

"That's a hassle to beat..."

I activate Wind Maneuver, restrain all of them, and lift them up into the air.

"Ya, help -!"

He suddenly forced his calling mouth with the wind, trying to twist his arms and legs restrained by the wind. At that time...

"Magic Demolish!"

With the voice of a familiar woman, my surgery is lifted and the men fall to the ground, striking around due to their shock and pain.

"Silfi, what the hell?

The blue-haired woman, Silfi, was standing in front of me.

"That will be enough. You win."

That's what Silfi groaned in his face like crushing a bitter bug.

"It's not about winning or losing."

I suppose so. Because this is just a joke for me to be. I won't let anyone anywhere get in the way.

"It's over!

In the front row of both wild horses, a red-haired man - Caesar - turns his thumb back.

Look at the bright blue, bloody prutes behind Caesar. I was spitting my tongue out of my mouth.

Sure enough, this place is a little too irritating for them. Apparently, it's not even in the pattern, it's getting too hot.

Caesar looked down at the munk, which turned out to be a blurry rag, exhaling a loud sigh, and as he brought his face closer,

"Now you know, right? There are things in this world that should never piss you off."

Yes, I shrugged in my ear.

"No... no... whoa..."

to Munk, who manages to squeeze his words,

"Absolutely. But that's not for you, is it? Put that in your liver."

Caesar said so to Munk, looking back,

"Silfi, excuse me, please"

When Silfi clamps his shoulder, he approaches Munk, raises his right hand, and activates the healing magic.

The doyomeki rose from the wild horse adventurers, seeing as the wound was repaired as if it were a reversal of the video.

"Well, if you'll excuse me."

Turning your back on the Caesars,

I'll talk to you later.

They threw those words at me from Willie, who was next to the kids.

When I raise my right hand and let it flicker, now it's time for me to blend myself into the back alley.