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While the tingling air doesn't go away, I listen to the king. Honestly, I don't like it.

Turning against it here puts even Emma and her companions at risk, and more importantly, this one who grew up in a weak aristocracy is under a curse that is likely to yield to those in higher positions.

I resent you, Father.

Well, the king's request is still simple. Working wickedness all over town every now and then, or successfully defeating the fangs of a backlash that strikes the castle.

I want it. Naturally, so is S., their leader.

King Gyro flatly tells me to assassinate him because Charisma, Es with great intelligence are the most troublesome.

"They use assassins under the age of ten. There's nothing you can't do about it."

Too unscrupulous, isn't it, this guy? I'm really glad I'm not the king of my country.

"I'll say so, but there's a huge risk to me. How can you treat an enemy so powerful that you can't handle it in your own country?"

"Mmmm..."

I'm just upset, so let me throw up the poison. Though I'm a king, so I'll stop around here.

Though I won't take on the assassination, I'll help capture it, which brings the story together. We'll leave the castle after you tell us about the organization.

Emma seemed quite pleased that I turned against the king, and had been arming herself.

I don't mind my arms hitting the moro on my chest. Thanks to this, I got a little LP in. Thanks!

At the exit of town, I decided to break up with everyone. All four offered to help me, but I won't take it.

Exactly, we all have to get back to town.

"If you're in danger, definitely run away... If you don't come back, I'll punch you all in the face!

Emma was adorable to say as she almost cried a little.

After dropping off the carriage with everyone in it, I gather information all over the city.

'Cause the King's information isn't very helpful. Ess is so good at not letting you grab his tail.

No one knew about the retrograde fangs.

All those scary stories come up about famous adventurers being defeated by Es, and the sergeants not having teeth either. Uh, maybe I'll fight you from now on...

I want more gentle information.

Regardless, there were surprisingly many proponents of the retrograde fangs. So is my uncle, who just asked the question.

"It is true that retrograde fangs may be radical. But their purpose is to kill the king and destroy the royal family. About this..."

That's it, a lot of people shut their mouths. I can't speak publicly, but I guess that means I want the king dead.

I personally cared, so I decided to gather some bad reviews from the royal family. As a result...... get to know facts that make the area around your chest uncomfortable.

It seems that royalty and nobility here often abuse their power. Among them, the worst is the play of the nobles known as the Noble Fighting Party.

This just comes to mind after asking a few questions. You think you're going to play games with a civilian in trouble for money as your own pawn? The game is only about nobility, and from a civilian point of view, it becomes a life-threatening battle.

... Let's keep going home. Nature and feet turn toward the gate.

"I thought... but good luck finding Es! I'm gonna get you."

Why did you suddenly get motivated? Easy, apparently because someone was watching me in the shadows. You work for the king. I'm in front of a tool shop sign right now.

Is there anyone in this town who works under the name Es, or alias? That's what I asked [Great Sage].

[One is present at 256m southeast and one at 439m northeast]

I'm glad they narrowed it down to both of us because it's a rare name.

Again. Now I asked the two of them about their appearance features.

Both young men, one with long brown hair and lean shape. There is a larger mole in the neck muscle. The one remaining has short gray hair and is tall. They have cuts around the elbow of his right arm.

That's it for the questions. I'm skilled and headache tolerant, but not the perfect one. When you get on with it and ask questions all over, you'll cry for headaches.

It would be a lot easier if Emma were here to kiss me.

I hit first from the nearest one. [M] Moving on with my feet measuring the distance, I got to the park.

"Brown hair, thin, molluscs around my neck"

Walk as you say bumps. Pathetic eyes were turned on the wrong person. I'm fine! Claiming in my mind, I found someone who fits the characteristics.

There are people lying on the bench smoking cigars. I approach slowly. [M] When passing through, activate the [Appraisal Eye] and you will see the properties. Not if you have cover-up skills.... now.

"Hey, kid"

"... to? Hey, what is it?"

Shit! The moment I tried to confirm my abilities, my eyes met and I was called out. A little freaked out by his low, piercing voice.

"You're not a kid around here."

"Yes. Actually, I just got here on sightseeing."

He's funny.

He stood up and blocked my eyes with his hands. You're lying, are you finding out everything? I hurried and put my hands on my hip sword.

"Don't hurry up. We just want to hear about other countries."

His hands get out of my sight. There was a small mosquito caught in that finger. Pussy crushes it, he breaks his face. Aren't you a bad person?

Because there is a mole in the neck, I used [Appraisal Eye] while expressing my gratitude.

Name: JOSE TROVIA

Age: 24

Race: Human

Level: 69

Occupation: Explorer

Skill: One-Handed Swordsmanship A Stone Bullet Tackle Enhancement

Oh, you're strong... I'm way above the level, but it's amazing how swordsmanship is a.

There's only an explorer in the profession section, and I wonder if this guy isn't Es. Will Es' activities be in the profession column in the first place? If the name is also a pseudonym, you won't answer it.

I was thinking about exploring, and I want to hear about your country.

"I'd like to talk to you, too. I have a little business to attend to."

"Then come back when it's done"

I promised to go to another S. candidate. Or, atmospherically, I feel different about people today. He just purely wants to hear the story, and he's not as alert as he sounds.

Don't be sure, I'll find a second person.

Proceeding northeast from the first place, we arrived at the square. There were many street performers and they used tricks and special skills to entertain those around them.

There are a wide range of stone stairs nearby, where young and old sit and relax. I like relaxing spaces. How good it would have been if I had come here on sightseeing with everyone.

Well, is there a man with gray hair? When I was jerking off, the artist manipulated me. I apply white powder all over my face, but only my nose turns red.

He's got a bunch of balls, but he's given me all this. Speak in even weirder tones.

"Pfft! Throw that, boy."

"I'm not even a boy, and I'm sixteen at once!

"Such a strong man, too, will soon come as a surprise!

I'll never be surprised, I'll throw my balls one at a time thinking about it. He's going to catch it. Strangely enough, though, I don't have one of those balls in my hand.

It means your balls are gone. The audience around them are delighted with the trick. I glanced at him and asked him to confirm his abilities.

As expected, there was [Different Spaces Preservation C]. I would have created a space in front of my palms and kept it invisible.

The technology is a big deal. But I was wondering if you could stop looking at me with a doya face. The audience rejoices when he puts out his balls.

"I can do it, too. Try throwing it."

"Hmm? This isn't easy."

"It's okay."

He threw it all at the top, surprised. Usually one at a time! I almost gave up on this for a moment, but I managed to fit in. Well, in my case, you'll find out around.

I tell the artist how he ate. [M]

"I hear this skill is pretty rare, isn't it? I've never thought about using anything like you. [M] It helps."

Sometimes even if your skills are strong, you can't demonstrate your true power by the owner. Sometimes the idea and treatment of the owner can open up a phase or only produce mediocre results.

I mean it's important not to get too expensive and refine - not if you're doing something like that!?

Quickly look for a man with grey hair. Eventually consciousness is directed at another performer and man.

I'm in a fight. Men have gray hair, by the way, and I can't keep my eyes open.

From the content of the curse, it appears that a fat performer missed the fire blowing art and a fire flew into a man's clothes.

Immediately the fire was extinguished but the man complained. Besides, the artist giggled the other way. Yeah, that's an overwhelming bad performer.

I apologize if I did something wrong. Some people can't even grow up even though this is basic, right? I mean, maybe it's hard because I'm an adult.

Pride, take a stand. I will try not to be in a great position in the future. [M]

The battle for bees began when I watched blurry with others.

"Ahhh."

Men pull out swords and women and children evacuate. The two confront each other. It was the artists who released the moves first.

It contained a bite of alcohol and sprayed a level of fire that would swallow adults. I'm drawn to the moves I'm willing to kill.

Though the opponent is a swordsman, it's too much. And after the flames pulled, there was no one there. Huh?

"Huh...?

The surprising voices of me and the artist overlap. The next moment, the artist's he blues his face. He's got a sword on his back.

Soon, they were turning behind us.

"It's a choice between dying or getting bumped. Choose."

"What if I told you I didn't like both?

"Good luck in heaven"

"Stop! You can hit me if you want, don't kill me"

The artist who complained so was beaten by a bump. It doesn't end in one shot. I counted to the twelfth shot, and then I closed my eyes. My swollen face hurts.

Looks like the swordsman is ready, so I tried to chase him not to find out... I stopped my leg. There's another guy who moved softly out of the crowd.

I look at the man's head and open my eyes wide. I have gray hair, so I think it's stiff.

It's a little confusing town, this is...