The reason why the thieves caught by the lays simply mentioned the hideout. It was a natural set.
　The robbers who had been subjected to it were so intimidated by the king's coercion that they were asked to leave Set as soon as possible.
　He might also have been easily abandoned by his head, Everogi.

"You seem to be quite frightened of Seto... what have you done?"

　When asked by a punitive soldier who came to report to Langa, Ray glances at Seto, who is happily eating dried meat from one of the knights a short distance away.

"I've heard Seto's screams close by. Moreover, when I tried to escape judging that there was no chance of winning, a shout was made, so I think that's the reason."
"Grull?"

　After swallowing the dried meat, Seto nods his head slightly and looks at Ray, but Ray shakes his head and opens his mouth to Langa.

"And if you know where the hideout is, will you attack it at once?"
"Well... where is the hideout?"

　When asked about it, the guard turns away a little, and then turns to the forest.

"It's a place deep in the forest."
"...I hear that the chief strength of the robbers is cavalry?"
"Yes, everything seems to be a pretty good group at handling horses. for they are not bandits, but mercenaries."
"Of course,"

　Ray nods in answer to a dim question.
　It's the same with Langa, who frowns.

"Isn't he just a thief, after all?" I hear from time to time that mercenaries are going to switch to bandits, but it's troublesome at this scale. ... Ray, will you wait a moment? I'll consult with the Knights about their future course."
"All right. I'd like to get this done as soon as possible, so I'll ask you to go in that direction if you can."
"Of course, it is not desirable for us to leave the guillem open for a long time, and most importantly, we have a series of papers..."

　Langa walks away, putting her hand to her stomach, perhaps remembering a pile of papers on her desk.
　The knight who was on Seto's side follows him.
　After seeing him off, Ray talks to a soldier who was close to him, dumbfounded.

"Is there so much documentation in the security forces?"
"Well, I don't think it's very few. In particular, we need to put together the number of people who come and go to Gillum, as well as other problems that have occurred in the city."
"... the guards seem to be harder than I thought."

　Only Ray's deep murmur echoed around.





　Meanwhile, a group of bloody blades turned back into the forest and headed for the hideout in the back of the forest.
　We walk fast in the woods.
　It was only natural for Ray to know where their hideout was, as long as the survivors were captured, of the troops he fired to check the enemy's hand.
　Everogi's bloody blade is not a particularly iron-bound group. It was obvious that if caught and questioned, he would answer it to save himself.
　Moreover, since he had abandoned those who had been caught so easily, he could not hope for loyalty or solidarity.
　Therefore, Everogi intended to leave the area before the adventurers and the expedition reached out to the hideout.
　Eberogi's judgment was swift, and it was definitely an excellent decision for the head of the mercenary corps that was leading such a military force.
　But...
　Evelygi's foot, which was suddenly moving through the forest, stopped suddenly.
　What floated from our own direction was the familiar smell of iron rust.

(Did you get ahead of me...?) No, anything is too early. Even if crimson is accompanied by a glyphon, it is unlikely that he will find the hideout in the forest so quickly. Then... what else has happened?"

　For a moment the figure of the Gryphon passed when he first attacked the merchant corps, but he immediately denied it and shook his head.
　But there is certainly nothing but the smell of blood that drifts from the hideout.
　Others probably smelled it. They looked at each other in some strange way... or anxious way.

"Something seems to have happened in the hideout." Here we go."

　Spit it out and let the horse go.
　Even though it's in the forest, the horse operated by Eberogi continues to march as if it's all right, and the mercenaries ride their horses through the forest.
　It was a bloody blade, a mercenary group that was close to robbers, but the skill of the cavalry was certainly of the first order.
　and went to the back of the forest, where there were few trees growing and where the hideout stood... where he was greeted by a flock of nearly fifty goblins.

"Goblin?"

　It's true that from the day before, goblins have wandered in. But it was still one or two of them, and so many goblin never came to their hideout.
　The goblins are making a fool of themselves with food and weapons in their hands, gold, silver and jewels in their hands.
　Those who have fallen to the ground are familiar to me.
　They are their own men, but have no fighting power... or they have retired from mercenaries and started doing odd jobs because of injury.
　They are lying on the ground bleeding from all over.
　The limbs were bent in all directions or cutlery wounds all over the body.
　The absence of a woman among the remaining mercenaries may have been a blessing.
　I'm sure I'd have had a worse time than I'did.
　Yes, like the woman who survived the attack on the merchant force right now, right in front of Eberogi's eyes.

"d*mn it, when I don't have the time. You know, bastard. Get rid of the goblins! Don't get me wrong, don't kill them, but drive them away!"
"Head!"

　Some mercenaries, no matter how many times they gather, have long associations with each other. Several men looked discontented at Everogi when they were ordered to get rid of him instead of avenging him.
　But Everogi glares back at his men with a keen glance.

"I am certainly angry with these goblins. But if you take time here, the punitive force and crimson will be coming. Do you think you can beat them?"

　If you say so, even my subordinates have no words to say back.
　and, of course, he would notice it if he had been speaking slowly in view of the goblin."

"Gaga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!"
"Gyeom-gye?"
"Gagyo-goo!"

　When the goblins talk to each other, the goblins attack at once.
　Strong against the weak, weak against the strong. However, they are definitely not smart enough to attack even stronger opponents.
　The latest attack may have been the result of a marked manifestation of such a goblin.
　In particular, it has the effect of being excited by the mass killing of noncombatants and low-combatants who have now remained in the hideout.
　Above all...

"Gaggyogyo!"

　Much bigger than a goblin... a monster the size of an adult human being attacked with blood and excitement, carrying a club.
　The monster, apparently the superlative species of goblin...

"Oh, hobgoblin! What a load of goblins hate!"Screaming with irritation, a flash of long sword avoiding the club swung.
　Hobgoblin, the superior species of goblin, is killed by a blow from Evelygi.
　Hobgoblin is certainly a superior species of goblin, and is generally higher than goblin, including physical ability.
　But that's nothing more than a goblin, but an error for Everogi, who leads the bloody blade, a veteran mercenary.

"Gaga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!"
"Gyojovel!"

　Goblin wields rare monster material in their hands, shouting in words between themselves.
　Everogi, who knows how much money he has in his hand, frowns uncomfortably.

"O! Hurry up! Kick away the goblins! But recover as much of their treasure as you can." It's absolutely necessary to have all the weapons and armour and horses of the mercenaries! and you won't be able to buy food and wine!"
"Oh, my!"

　arms, armor, horses, food, liquor, women
　The other mercenaries couldn't afford to take it easy when they found out that there was something they needed to do as a mercenary group.
　But when they see people and beasts approaching even in goblins, they shout and threaten whether they still don't understand the death of their greatest force, Hobgoblin.

(d*mn it! If you shout out here, you will only be able to tell the punitive party and crimson where you are.)

　A frustrated tongue-slapping Everogi wielded a sword half-depressedly and cut the body of a goblin lifting the monster's material in two.
　They clean up the goblins one after another, frowning unpleasantly at the smell of blood floating around them.
　After about 10 minutes, the Goblin probably decided that they would be wiped out at this rate, thanks in part to the success of others. begin to run away in all directions
　Friends don't think at all about what to do, but first they run away to save their lives.
　Since the Goblin settlement was attacked, Hobgoblin's sole survivor, who had gathered the Goblins, had already died, and it was an action for lack of leadership.
　Some mercenaries try to chase after their comrades, but Everogi's angry voice is thrown at them.

"Oh, my boys! I'm leaving here at once! Pick up your valuables and your bags! And the monsters that the goblins messed up in jest!"

　That remark must have brought him back to life. The mercenaries rush back and begin preparing according to Eberogi's instructions.
　In the meantime...

"Well, you're a very quick judge," I thought I'd have more leeway."

　A voice echoes.
　Strangely enough, the voice reached Everogi's ears in the midst of the hustle and bustle.
　At the same time, I feel a chill down my spine, and look back at my voice.
　There was a man of almost boyhood. He had a huge sickle in his hand and looked admiringly at the bloody blades preparing to retreat, with their backs resting on tree trunks.
　The weapons and appearance alone made it clear who was ahead of them, but what was even more decisive was the fact that they were staring hard at themselves next to the boy.
　The Gryphon of Rank A Monster with the upper body of an eagle and the lower body of a lion.
　He usually has round eyes and friendly gestures, which make him the mascot of guillem, but now he looks sharp like a bird of prey at the bloody blades.

"... crimson..."

　Everogi's mouth leaked the name of the presence in front of his eyes.





　Time goes back a little.
　Ray and the bandits who had been handed over to them had succeeded in getting information sooner than they had imagined.
　There is no torture at all, as they tell us as soon as they hear it.
　All I have to say is this.
　`Do you want to go before the Gryphon again?'
　Those who were completely atrophied by the king's coercion, fell easily.
　the state of being a group of mercenaries called bloody blades He made very little money in the Spring War, so he was working as a thief in the land ruled by Larkus. If we attack the merchant corps, we will be given preferential treatment for our share. Bloody blade strength, details of his head, Eberogi, etc.

"...that's dangerous,"

　One of the knights mutters information from the soldiers of the expedition.
　Cavalry is a mercenary group whose main force is aggressive and mobile, and at the same time, the person who leads it is smart in somehow.
　It is true that the punitive force had been chasing the mercenaries many times before, but was unable to reach them.
　Furthermore, there is also the relentlessness of killing all the merchants who attacked them, perhaps because they didn't give them any information.
　Now that such a person has seen Gryphon, you certainly know that he has been spotted by Ray, a Rank B adventurer.
　Or even if it was a misunderstanding that they were caught up in it, it is highly likely that they would leave their work in this place as a result of the formation of a large punitive force.
　The knight's explanation also made the other expedition members nod with bitter expressions on their faces.

"Well, wouldn't it be better to have Ray and Sett play an active part in the hideout, such as the bloody blade?"
"In the end, it could not have been solved without Ray,"

　One murmurs, but now they agree that the bloody blade should be dealt with rather than their own achievements, and they are asked to monitor the bloody blade from escaping through Langa, who is closest to Ray, and to stop any action before the expedition arrives.