"Hey, are you here!"

　When Ray saw the man who rushed in screaming, he thought for a moment as if to remember something... he immediately understood who was in front of him.
　The Azot Trading Company and Bornter, who had been wondering what to do until a short time ago, were among the adventurers employed there.

"Oh, here I am.What's the fuss about?"

　He bled from several parts of his body, and an arrow pierced his left shoulder, which he could see only for a moment.It doesn't seem like a peaceful sight in the city, so he quickly throws a knife in his right hand and asks Multo.

"Wow!"

　The dagger flew towards me.Murt, too, screamed and hardened at the quickest blow than the one fired by the bow, but the dagger fired by Ray passed by his face...

"Slip!"

　He was about to thrust a dagger into the man's right shoulder, and by a stroke of extraordinary force released by Ray, he blew away.

"He seems to have quite a few dangerous guests,"
"What? Oh, yeah. I mean..."

　He must have understood that he was in danger.Murt, breathtaking, rushed into the workshop.

"Why, come back from my request and get into trouble so soon.Come here, little boy!"

　Fluorocarbons pull Murto into the workshop and bite a piece of cloth close to his mouth.

"Struggling!"

　Murt moaned at the sudden act, but Fluorocarbons forced him to take off his leather armour, tearing his clothes underneath it, and reaching for an arrow stuck in Murt's left shoulder.

"It wouldn't be a hindrance if you had an arrow like this over your shoulder.It may hurt a little, but put up with it...!"

　Taking advantage of Murt's inability to speak sufficiently due to a piece of cloth, he reached for an arrow growing from his shoulder... at once!

"d*mn it!"

　Although Murt bit the piece of cloth stuffed into his mouth with too much effort, Fluorocarbons seemed to be accustomed to seeing the arrowhead of the arrowhead.

"Well, you don't call it a poisoned arrow for now.Should I say that I was lucky, or did they not have a serious intention to kill me?Well, good. Pamidor, this is also a smith's workshop, so you'll have one or two of them in case you get hurt.Give me a loan."
"...well, I've got to ask him what's going on.I can't help it.... well, I lent you, so pay it back.It's a pretty expensive portion."
"Bill me the fare, but this little boy."

　He turned his eyes to Murto, who was groaning in pain after being pulled out of the arrowhead in a rough way, and tilted the bottle containing the portion to pour the liquid into the wound on his left shoulder.

`Gutting, puffing, puffing, puffing, puffing, puffing, puffing.

　Perhaps the pain of the wound had subsided considerably with the treatment of the potion -- most of the pain was due to the strong pullout of the arrowhead -- and Murt, who eventually became more breathing-free, went out of the studio and looked around him.
　The first thing I saw was two men who seemed to be robbers crumbling to the ground.Then the last one, the thief with the short spear, is blown away by the blow of Seto's forefoot and hit the wall, and passes out.
　and the rest was a man holding a bow and arrow from a distance from Seto.

"Come out, it's quite obvious that you're hiding there,"

　Ray glances to the shadow of a building near the workshop.But there was no sign of anyone coming out from behind it.
　Ray had been waiting for a while, turning his eyes to the shadow of the building, but when he saw no sign of anyone coming out after about 30 seconds of waiting, he approached the man who had just passed out by the dagger he had just thrown, passing through his right shoulder and hitting the wall.

"I'm sorry, if you have a grudge, begrudge your comrades for abandoning you."

　He called out to the fainting man and casually pulled out the dagger, which had been buried under his right shoulder.
　A man who twitches violently only once, perhaps because he felt pain even when he fainted.
　He looked straight at the dagger... and then at the dagger in the man's hand.
　It was a very ordinary, cheap iron dagger.But now that the price of iron ore has risen due to Harpy's case, Ray has taken up the long sword regardless."

"Huh!"

　Hold the handle of the sword and throw it toward the shadow of the building.
　Unlike spears, swords are mainly used to wield.In other words, even if a sword is thrown, it usually flies while rotating in the air depending on the center of gravity of the sword itself... in the case of Ray, the sword is thrown in such a way that the blade of the sword is released from the handle of the sword when it is thrown in a straight line, so the sword does not rotate and flies while cutting the air.

"Phew!"

　Two men appeared with the clapping of their tongues: a man with a spear and a man with a club.He was wearing thick, hard-to-sound clothes, not metal armor, probably because he was hiding in the darkness of the night and emphasized lightness.and the clothes were dyed black, perhaps to be sure.

"... well, from the perspective of their clothes, they are specialized in fighting at night.For the time being the assassin of the Azot Chamber of Commerce? Well, I don't think I have that much ability to exaggerate."

　Ray laughed and laughed at the provocation, but... he was the man behind the Azot trade.Each holds his own weapon as if he were watching Ray's gap.

"Why? Your target is in this workshop.And you must knock me down to get into this workshop. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

　Ray bends his fingers sharply and provokes, but the two men are armed with nothing special to say.And...

"I'll step back,"

　He muttered briefly, and disappeared like a hare into the shadow of the building.
　They must know all about the complicated back alleys.vanishing into the darkness of the night with little slackening.
　and suddenly I found that there was no longer an archer who was staring at me and unable to move.As soon as Seto's gaze turned to Ray, he ran away like a rabbit.

"Grull?"

　He caresses Seto's head, and shakes his head when it's nothing.

(Well, it should be conveyed to Bornter that Murt had come into contact with me.Then he would not be able to act carelessly....and)

　Passing through his mind was a conversation with Dusker at the lord's house.Taking this opportunity as a good opportunity, Dusker was trying to get rid of Bornter, who could be said to be the focus of Gilm's city.Instant decision. It can be said that it is a decision unique to Dasker, who has a military character.
　Of course, it is judged that even if Bornter died, the confusion would not drag on, as there was a successor to the Azot trade.The confusion in the city of Gilm means that adventurers will inevitably be involved in it, and at the same time, it will lead to a crisis for innocent residents of the city.
　Or if it wasn't a frontier, it might have been a good idea, but it's a frontier, where monsters are always threatened.

"Well, that's not a mere adventurer like me, but a great nobleman,"
"Glu?"

　Finally, Ray pats Seto's head lightly and returns to the studio.and seeing him off, Sett lay down in an unobstructed place.





"What's the matter with you?"

　When he entered the workshop, he was approached by Fluorocarbons and shook his head lightly.

"You must have felt the difference in ability.I left without saying anything.It wasn't that strong in itself, but it seems that he had the ability to feel the difference in ability between him and his opponent."
"I see, and I'll have to ask him the details after all."

　Murt, who had been wounded everywhere as he ran by, and an arrow pierced his left shoulder, must have been pulled out and put on a part, and the wound on his body was treated with rough parts, which made him feel tired.Now he was asleep as if he had fainted.

"It's like this. What should I do? Should I wake you up?"
"Ah... well, what shall I do?"

　Murt, who had been paralyzed in negotiations with Bornter, still came to Ray's.I don't know why, but it was obvious at a glance that it was a Bornter relationship.Originally, I want to wake him up here and find out everything.But...
　Ray's gaze glances toward the back of the workshop.It is a blacksmith's workshop where Kumito is evacuating.If you hear the story here, you are sure to involve Pamidor and Kumito.and with that in mind, I could not easily ask him what was going on here.
　He must have felt Ray's conflict.When he breathes out a small sigh, he lifts up the fainting Multo.
　His ability to lift a large man unconscious easily makes the Dwarves and Ray wonderfully admire him.

"Well, for the time being, it would be a nuisance to the Pamidors, and it would be better if we were somewhere else to inquire."
"Well... wait a minute.There is no doubt that I am involved in this conflict, but you don't have to bother to get involved.You'll never be in trouble."

　But at Ray's words, Brasso shook his head slightly with Multo in his arms, and Fluorocarbons shrugged his shoulders.

"We certainly have nothing to do with it.But I have heard most of the stories in the lord's house, and above all, it would be uncool to abandon my comrades who lived with me."
"Yes, and of course there's some reckoning.It is not that difficult to know if the guild has a little messenger that 儂 and her husband cooperated to get rid of the harpy.for instance, the trade in arms in this city.and you'll soon find out that they were at the same party, though extraordinary."

　Brasso looks at me as if to say, "Don't you know the rest?"

(I see. There's a possibility that they'll be held hostage... well, I don't think they'll fall behind, given the strength of the attacker, but there's still a possibility.Then it would be safer to act together.)

"All right. Then I'll have you go out with me."
"Well, and..."

　Blasso, who was about to say something, looked at the flaming ore that was left on the desk.

"What would happen if the Azot Chamber of Commerce were to know about this?"
"... well,"

　A ray is stored in a mistling by touching flame ore while exhaling.
　They're the kind of people who are already trying to get magic items and sets.When Ray finds out that he has produced flame ore, he will try to secure himself by any means possible to obtain a golden tree.

"I'm sorry, Pamidor. Be noisy."
"Oh, I don't care.Come back when the trouble is over.I'll take good care of your sword then."

　Pamidor responds bluntly. Personally, Pamidor would like to help himself and his close friends, Braso and Fluorocarbons, but he has a family.He glanced down into the blacksmith's yard, and found his son, who looked so lovely that he could not believe he was descended from him.And when I went back home, there was a wife who loved me like this.They could not have been involved in the uproar caused by the powerful people in the city.

(Poor thing. Five years... ten years ago I would have gone wild with them.)

　I feel frustrated when I throw it up inside and think about self-protection first.
　Have you noticed Pamidor's inner thoughts?Brasso, holding Multo up, shook his head with a smile.

"You don't have to worry.for you have a family to protect.It's only natural that we should give top priority to protecting them."
"Yes, she married me like Pamidor, because there are not many women who have such rare tastes."

　Fluorocarbons also nod in agreement with Blaso.
　He must have understood their feelings.Pamidor, who, after a moment of apologetic expression, immediately changes his expression to a smile, though he was a savage, carnivorous smile which the general public could only see as a savage smile before his prey.
　However, Blaso and Fluorocarbons, who are used to seeing such a smile, nod calmly, and Ray nods softly without showing any particular concern.

"Well, let's say that the others are going soon.I'll come back when the matter is settled, and I'll ask you to take care of my weapons."
"Leave it to me. I'll finish the trouble quickly before I come."
"...say hello to Kumito,"
"I love you, too, sister, so be careful."
"I'm glad I took care of my knife."
"Oh, I'll take care of it again,"

　So they exchanged words, and the three of them, who were unconscious, left the workshop.