The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

Seventy-two Tales The Spiritual Experience From a Magic Guide Doll

Gomez is collecting the scattered baggage.

Fran had also stripped gold objects from the bodies of bandits and dead adventurers who had killed him.

Tajiki, a surviving merchant, is also approaching a fearful corpse, silently looking disgusted, but helping to recover it.

I also carry the sack of hemp in my stomach to where the carriage is.

I carried it to the luggage truck but... the hardware on the wheel is off and the metal area is broken.

Can you fix this? I took a broken fitting rolling on the ground.

That's when Misty, the woman she was capturing, spoke up.

"I can fix it."

She says confidently.

Like the Warganov, or try it.

I'll shackle him off and set him free.

In the meantime, Misty let the forehead crest shine.

She stretches her thin fingers black discolored to broken metal.

Interested. Particularly at the moment of touching the metal.

We had a little bit of a distance earlier, you'd see a little more properly if we were close.

As soon as Misty's fingers touched the broken metal, several small muscle branches appeared on the surface of the metal, shifting to a small magic formation of geometric models and disappearing to penetrate the broken metal. At that time, the metal snaps like a creature, and when the yarn is generated, the broken areas stick together and automatically regenerate.

Oh, the comma my finger touched. How many seconds had that happened?

Too strange......

The truly broken fittings are back to normal and the wheels have been fixed.

Sometimes she just handles magic puppets.

"Hiu, the woman. Let's do it. That's why Shuya won't kill you. Hey - guys, the carriage is back. We can put this stuff on. Ow!

Gomez is holding her luggage, whistling and screaming with joy.

"What do you say? And I'd also like to retrieve the broken parts of the magic doll, is that okay?

Misty speaks with confidence.

"Oh, fine. If you play Woganov, I'll destroy you for every magic doll you have, okay?

"Wow, I know... don't look at me like that scared, right? Mostly... only small chunks of green and dark steel and yellow demon steel, and too many parts to make it regenerate because the iron crystal core is broken."

Scary eyes...... they said I was natural and eye-catching.

When Misty says an incomprehensible metal name, he collects it.

The parts of the guide doll she's picking up are really small.

Phosphorescent dark yellow steel and small sea pine metals.

It was put together as a metal stiffening (ingot) so that it was quickly concentrated into small pieces.

He was treated to bouncing metal with his fingertips back to the original shade, delivering an ingot wrapped around a frame of the finishing box.

Handled professionally. A move that I'm quite used to handling metal.

That fine box seems to be packed with other special pieces of metal.

There will be appeals to survive, but certainly a shame to kill.

She's going to hear things I don't know.

With that in mind, it seemed that the Gomez had collected the baggage that was scattered and had finished carrying the baggage over the carriage they had fixed.

Whoa, more horses.

Apparently, one of the clan members of the Gomez brought back multiple horses who were running away as they retrieved their luggage.

I'm connecting the horses to the wagon.

In addition, the baggage the bandits had was collected in one place.

They're discussing the take.

I'm in on the spot.

"The bandits had pretty good gear and money."

"Seems so. The wizards I recovered also had a wand with a demon jewel of the wind on the demon jewel of fire. Twelve silver coins for gold."

I'll leave a bag with the gold I recovered from Tomas, too.

The supplies recovered from the dead bandits and fellow adventurers were going to be quite gold.

Moreover, since the Bandits' Negijo was nearby, besides gold coins, silver coins, and large copper coins, they would all share equally: long swords, spears, axes, bows, arrows, canes, a set of leather armor, shields, and these items.

But I got a prisoner, so let's not.

Shall we talk about it?

"Everybody, listen up. I got“ women's rights ”for this one. So you can share what you've got from the bandits. [M] All I need is a reward for the success of my request."

Gomez opens his eyes when he hears my words.

"- That's a lot generous, huh?

"I know that Demon Mark Woman can sell it high, but this one's more massive, right? I don't have any greed. Hey, I'm not like the captain - I think I'm falling in love."

"Sure, but, Shayla. It's pathetic to compare Mr. Shuya, the god throne-like devil spear, to Captain Gomez."

"Right. That hindsight... has Geo been influenced too"

"Yep, Mr. Shuya has a character that won't hang on to gold while using excellent demons (black cats). Sounds cool in front of a man... I can't complain about being dug"

"Oh, you guys, not like me, huh? I don't want to give up my share if you're a professional adventurer."

Gomez speaks so strongly, but his mouth is nibbling.

"I don't mind either. Gomez, shall we share in the clan of me and Gomez?"

Fran agreed with me.

"Right. Copy that. But Shuya. If you want money later, I won't split it it up."

"Yes, I know."

"Well, let's split it up."

The loot is divided fairly.

Because of this, the luggage of the horses that Gomez and his men ride is strained.

Eventually, I had some of the loot that the Gomez and the others got on the Merchant's luggage that I fixed.

Fran is a powerful warcraft, so it seems fine to strain his luggage.

When you're ready, Gomez will talk to you.

"Dead fellow adventurer cards could be picked up."

"Well, when are you going to do something mournful?"

"Well, look at the clergyman and say something. We are adventurers with death next door. Work with pride no matter what cheap request. It seems cold, but it's more important to complete the request to protect the merchant quickly than to spend time mourning."

I see.

I haven't seen him actually fight, but he's just leading the clan. Mouthful.

I felt taught my feelings as an adventurer.

"... an adventurer"

"Oh, so it's time to leave?

So is that.

It's the result of my own actions, but I don't like all these corpses.

Copy that.

I'm ready to answer.

"I can go anytime, too"

"Fran, you're in the lead from now on."

Looks like Gomez wants to leave the caravan leader to Fran, who is B-rank.

"... ok. Except we're low on numbers. Let's go in order from now on."

"I don't mind that."

When Gomez agrees with Fran, he gives me his gaze.

"That's fine with me too."

"Okay. Okay, everybody, let's go."

"" Oops. ""

Thus the caravan proceeded out with the hanging of Gomez.

Horse carriages and front carriages start moving. One of Gomez's clans was serving as a beast because the beast man who was the beast was no longer dead.

Me and Gomez follow from behind with Fran in the lead.

On the back of Popobum's head sat a black cat (Rollo) and proceeded in a way that held the captive misty from behind.

When I was riding snuggly for a few hours,

"Will my sitting position remain like this forever?

Mystie's hands remain restrained.

You can't stand me putting you on popobum dressed as it is, that's what I'm going to say.

"That's right. You pee?"

"No, I'm not."

"Well, it's somewhat intimate, but be patient"

"... um, there's a weird feeling in the butt position?

Honey, I don't like this feeling.

Totally, just be patient.

"Shut up. Should I be pulling it over with a rope?

"I don't like it, if you do that, you're gonna die."

"Then hit your ass, my one thing or not, but be patient. What are you gonna do with that now? If you sell them as slaves, they could buy them as sex slaves, right?

"Ugh, well, I hate that too much... haha, why is this happening... shit, shit, shit..."

Huh, gloomy.

Serious shits, he's whining...

"Oh no, don't say shit. Formerly a nobleman..."

"I can't help it, it's a habit..."

"A habit..."

- That's right.

I'm gonna look back and stare.

... I don't want to talk shit in my ear, so change the subject.

Yes. Now let's hear about the magic doll.

"I'm more concerned about your magic puppet making skills than that. Me and Rollo took it down, you know, the Warganov was dealing with a big bow, but can you make the same thing?

"... as long as I have a lot of money, I can make it. First of all, if you rent an aristocratic workshop, an artisan workshop with arms, or use a lot of money to build a workshop, you can make it if you have lots of creation tools, luxury material parts"

Do you need a lot of equipment and materials?

I'm interested in the Warganov, but only the rich seem to be able to do it.

I'm worried about the internal structure of that demon guide doll (Woganov), it's a heterogeneous substitute.

No, in the first place, there's no need to solidify into the medieval world, can we have machine stuff?

She's an expert, and let's dig a little deeper and ask.

"... ho, a lot of money. I ask you something professional, but what the hell is going on with the Warganov order system? The contents have a foundation like an electrical circuit, and it's a substitute for working with CPUs? Is it just an automatic doll that moves faithfully on my husband's orders? Or, like, a demon-conductive life-form with a high degree of ego, beyond AI? The Warganov you made was slow, but the Iron Arrow hit accuracy was good, right? Is that a special sensor or something built in? And can you make a fast-moving, small-turned-doll?

I tried to smash everything I had in doubt with a quick mouth.

……

Misty turns back forward and leans down to think about something.

I shut up.

"Oh no, why shut up"

- Who are you?

I suddenly raised my jaw a lot and turned around again.

I was snuggling, so my face is extra close.

- Beautiful face. Unexpectedly gaze at Misty's face.

Is this woman still a former, aristocrat?

I can see makeup white powder on my face and smell sweet perfume.

The black fine eyebrows were also beautifully groomed, sparkling a scorched brown iris with black spots in her large eyes.

He is moving a small, vermilion lip end and raising the corner of his mouth.

Misty's face, she was laughing.

She seemed interested in me.

No, I didn't name it.

"... I'm Shuya Kagari. Adventurer C Rank. There's no other title."

"Yes... Shuya, nice to meet you"

"Oh, nice to meet you. So here's the question..."

"- I know. I'll answer that. But Shuya's smart. Honestly, I'm surprised. I can understand the spirit of self, the magic guiding life, but Shipi-Yu, Aye, Plump, Denki Cairo, Sensor, that's the first term I've ever heard of, and the magician comes out with a pom pom as soon as he succeeds to a word he's likely to use... First of all, I don't think a normal adventurer would ever get that word out"

"... I don't care about that"

I heard what I said. Mystie narrows her eyes slightly.

She floated a complexion like she couldn't help it before continuing the conversation.

"Yes, sir. Okay, first of all, the order system, but that can be set up to some extent by the craftsman who made it. The width at which the instruction is inscribed depends on the combination of the" Master's Magic Power "and“ Spiritual Strength "made, then the“ Special Skills ”he possesses, and the combination of materials such as" Good Performance Iron Crystal Core ”and dedicated furnaces… For example, White Life Furnace (Kyriano Hearth). A dedicated furnace that deals with White Life (Kyriano), a rare metal. It's like a military factory. With it, I can create the same tot you broke, if I have the ingredients. Using more luxurious materials & composite furnaces can greatly improve the breadth of the instruction text, so I might be able to create the advanced exorcism life you were talking about…"

Can't you just have the amount of magic, mental power, and skills of the person who makes it?

I can't help it, did I destroy the expensive substitute made at the White Life Furnace (Kilianohearth) military factory? Well, it's a fight, so I can't help it.

"... that sounds like a huge amount of money. White Life Furnace, the military factory will have it, he said, but it's still expensive, right?

"Of course. Sometimes nobles as well as the army have them. Because it leads you to show your power as a nobleman. So it costs a lot of money. Because furnaces are not the kind of furnaces used to cast blacksmiths, or dedicated furnaces that require specialized materials and are made with dedicated blacksmith skills."

That's complicated, do you have the skills to build furnaces too?

Forge, alchemy, ethosetra, deep.

At that time, I remember there was something like a strange furnace in Zor's house behind my brain.

Was that some kind of specialized furnace factory......

"Ho..."

It's difficult, so even, I squeal with a face like I figured it out.

"After that, it's hard and it costs money, but it's possible to create a smaller Warganov. This also changes performance with the part material in the same way. It's about the last spirit, but it's impossible to let the magic doll have a high degree of self spirit, first of all. I can't. It's important that you listen faithfully to my husband's orders... as I said earlier, back off. Things like that, I don't think there's anything you can't do, but it's unrealistic."

I can't be myself...... is that it?

Theta, it seems that the magic doll (Woganov) technique has not been used at all, as the deputies made to resemble Zor's wife were described in Zor's diary, who met and killed him in the Devil's Fog Forest.

Is that proof that you were dealing with Seven Demons General Sabid?

There may be some technical similarities, but to make Theta's self-conscious consciousness, she may use a sucking ancestor, call a demon using witchcraft, necromancy, magic, sacrifice, or catalyst, access the underworld, or cross the narrow (Vail) and access the demonic realm Zebdra, prepare ritual objects to resurrect the dead = gather souls, call them in.

Theta did have herself then.

What a real woman she was herself with the last look she gave...

But all events, God's prank. wasted on reflection because I can clean up even a word of it?

"... can't you? A genius who makes magic puppets made something like that. You've never heard of anything like that?

"... I've been thinking about it for a long time, but what were you thinking?

"Just answer the question."

"Ah, don't look at me with a scared eye. I don't think so. Before my brother got cocky, he was a genius like that... but I just don't think he can. He was a magician and a goldsmith... and even though he was a special magician (Armed), his skills in making magic puppets (Warganovs) were the same as those of an extraordinary magician..."

I know it's Zoll, but I dare ask.

"Your brother means Zor Gustave."

When she heard my words, Misty responded by moving her body freakishly.

"- I knew you knew the name of the house, so you've heard of your crazy brother, and yes, he disappeared somewhere with a killer, a class A criminal... a famous man is my brother. Because of him, the Gustave family... he wants me to find him and kill him with this hand..."

If I tell you I killed that brother, she's going to be shocked.

Keep your mouth shut......

"Well, more than that, I'd like to hear more about the advanced spirit of Warganov."

"... I knew you'd be interested. Again and again, even if I make the best magic puppets (Warganov) and golems, I can't give myself the spirit. The order text is limited in width."

Is Misty still listening? Like I said, he's got a slightly sluggish face.

But I kept talking.

"That's just a normal story, isn't it?

"Sure...... with God, Demons, Divine Relics, and special magic props, maybe it's possible. But I don't know the field at all. If you could really do that, history would surely change.... Well, but it won't be possible. Prayer to the mechanical god Deus Ex-Markina will not happen."

The name of God came up that I had never heard of.

Zoll's diary didn't say the name of such a machine god. I remember it had the name of Reaper and the name of God who presided over the demonic life. Nor is such a god listed in the god scroll that Kuna had. God in a different dimension?

At that rate, he went on to receive a mild lecture from Mystie about the Warganov.

- A few hours have passed.

There was Fran running the lead.

"It's a break. They feed their horses and warcraft."

That's what I call everyone with my hands up.

As I was told, we paced and took a break.

I fed Popobum water and dried grass. Popobum is happily feeding his nose rough.

Whoa, someone's coming.

I was aware, but when I was rubbing Popobum's neck without turning around, I heard a voice from behind.

"Excuse me."

"Hmm?"

It was Tajiki, a merchant at the Luxor Chamber of Commerce, who had spoken to me.

When I turn around, I keep my head down many times.

I can see it's not a merchant-specific attitude.

I felt like I could see this guy's sexuality from his desperate face. You must be a good man.

"Thank you so much this time. I won't forget this thank you. And be sure to come to the Luxor Chamber of Commerce when you get to Holker Bum. Hey. I'm sure the Dominican chairman will be delighted."

Probably not going.

But let's answer without difficulty.

If you feel like it.

"Yes, I know"

Having continued the conversation at that rate, Tajiki bowed her head several times before returning to the front carriage.

After the break, a group of our caravans head west again.

Gradually a milky fog occurs around the area.

My vision is getting slightly worse.

However, the Gomez, who had replaced the lead from Fran, were proceeding without slowing down, even if their vision was poor, with the momentum to push through the fog.

Are the Gomez in a hurry?

I stared at the lead, that's when - Hmm? Suddenly more humidity?

Sleepy cold air hits your cheeks.

For some reason, the warm breeze mixed and my spine stirred.

Plus, ghostly wind sounds.

A gray mass bordered black from the mist of milky white.

Besides - I ran after our caravan!

"It's Shapsy!

Fran makes a shout.

And the raw, warm wind growls mad. Then a creepy, gloomy diving voice echoed around me, making me feel a mass of resentment.

"Keep it up, ignore it! We're gonna take the fog off without them! If he's possessed, it's over, he runs."

"" - Understood. "

Gomez and the others make a raw, crouched voice, and the caravan increases its speed.

I'll tap Popobum's belly too, speed up and follow.

Misty can see her body trembling.

Eventually, the fog tangled in the milky white body disappeared.

The hunk of grey mist that has followed the caravan in a whispering voice scatters a grudging creepy scream all around him and disappears.

Even if the fog disappears, the caravan remains up to speed.

Gomez is desperate to escape.

The ground on which the caravan proceeded had been transformed into shallow swamps, entering a place where birch trees grew in neglect.

The ground that Popobum can tread on is muddy, and he makes a mess of noise and proceeds.

The exhaling breath of horses and warcraft has become rough.

Once the caravan slows down there, it becomes a walking pace.

Gomez spoke in a sigh.

"Phew, the chapsy was a pain in the ass earlier. It disappeared with the fog..."

I agree and snort.

"That gray hunk of fog, it felt creepy"

"I still have a weird voice in my ear... with the magic of light attributes, it's easier, but we can't use it and Shuya can't do it, right?

Surely you can't have light attributes. I don't remember.

"You can't."

"I can't use it either. For once, I have holy water, but in small numbers. I still got it right to run."

The red-haired Fran also had a burning face. When B-rank adventurers had this attitude, they said that Shapsy and I were pretty dangerous opponents.

"Did you have holy water? Exactly."

"Oh, in experience. I just happened to have... this is an ancient battlefield where I cried. I don't know what's gonna happen, honestly, it's creepy. Why don't we move on? Gomez will lead the way."

Fran had his face stretched stronger than it had been at the time of the bandit raid, clearly putting the complexion of fear on the table. Gomez, who saw it, also blues his face and nods.

"... right. Got it. Let's just say we move on. This is the eastern side of Holker Bum. Around the boulders from the swamps. Besides the chapsy earlier, it is also a territory of goblins and oaks. But ignore it if it doesn't become an obstacle. It's packed, so moving is a priority now."

Gomez scratches his mustache and talks to fix the complexion that was blue.

Then, looking around, holding onto the reins with one hand, he rushes forward.

The caravan continued from behind.

After a while, head out to the street-like place.

It's not much different being a wet dirt road. The rate of progression is slow, so I was thinking if goblins and oaks were attacked, I'd be sorry.

Fortunately, to the extent that I see the goblins in the distance, they don't attack me.

But the disgusting mud ends there, a low gradient climbing slope.

The climb was quite continuous.

We're going up the hill in a refreshing mood because our footsteps are lighter.

Eventually, we arrive on a large hill. I could have marked the Heim River from here.

On the right side of the hill you can see stone statues of heads made of boulders buried everywhere.

- Nice view. The wind shakes my hair.

Enjoying the view, we proceeded to protect our caravan on the streets leading up to the hills.

And the evening passes by.

"Until Holker Bum, about a day from now... let's camp here at night"

"Roger. Agreed -"

Fran agrees with Gomez and stares at me with his pale eyes.

"Okay. It's night."

I nodded and agreed to answer that line of sight and words.

"So, you guys, get ready for the night camp."

"Ooh."

"I'll do the magic."

Gomez is giving instructions to his people quickly.

Each of the members was behaving tightly.

A witch wizard lights a magical light, and Gomez is taking some sticks out of her luggage and assembling something.

He stabbed the iron rod to the ground and was crossing it.

The lamp is attached to the tip of the crossed rod instead of the fire.

It feels exactly like a blue and white bonfire.

So Fran, who finished putting up the camp on the flat screen, says briefly, "I'm going out for reconnaissance".

She crosses the lizard warcraft she wants to flatten without waiting for everyone's reply, and when she slaps the belly of the warcraft, she heads inside the ruin-like giant group of stoneheads on the right.

The ruins of that group of stone statues just for that head, she headed.

I guess it was originally a statue that pictured the elves. They all have long ears only.

I was concerned about Fran's behavior......

I didn't chase him.

Anyway, it would be the transparent eagle I was stopping on my left shoulder.

I don't know if you're tracking me or if this request happened to be in, but whoever's behind her, I'm pretty sure she's far away.

Unlike what I expected, this time, it might really be Nature calls me...

Well, do I depress pheasants nearby, too?

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