A man guided you through the slums, more than a dozen minutes. Unlike when the laymen were on their way alone, they were able to move on without getting lost.
　Up until now, slum dwellers could have attacked them at the slightest opportunity, but now it's clear that there are fewer people targeting the lays than before.

"Is this because he's here?"

　muttered Elena, looking around.
　You must have heard the voice. The man showing the Ray's way turns around with a friendly smile and opens his mouth.

"Well, now that I'm here," It's easy to think that my acquaintances are holding back because I'm showing you around."

　Perhaps to improve the impression of Ray and others, the language is somewhat more polite than when he was first forced to talk to Ray by Bune.
　It's right to say that it's polite, or that it's right to say that it's vulgar.

"I see. But for that reason, there are still some who are aiming at us?"
"The only people I've been holding back are my acquaintances." It's easy to think that those who have nothing to do with me are still after me."
"If you're going to set it up, I'd like you to set it up quickly." To be honest, I don't feel good about being followed around like this."
"No, I'm in danger of being attacked."

　The man also lived in the slums, and as he watched for a chance to attack the Rey's, he was not at all lacking in confidence in his arms.
　Still, fighting against multiple people in the same slum will never win easily.
　I didn't want to fight the slum dwellers if possible, because there is no sense of fellowship other than those who have relationships with men, but it might be troublesome to oppose them later.

"If we go on a little further, there will be fewer people trying to aim at us, so please be patient a little more."
"A little more? Is that where we're going to go?"
"Well, let me go a little further away, too.

　Ray nods back to the man who asks Ray, "Isn't it OK?"
　It's obvious that a man older than Ray is not good at playing, but he decides not to worry about what's always going on.
　An adventurer is all about ability, and therefore, even if he is as young as Ray, he is respected if he has ability.
　...but in Ray's case, perhaps because of his personality, there are many who are equally enemies.

"I'm sorry, sir. Shall we go now?"

　Convinced that he doesn't have to accompany him to the end, the man goes on with a lighter step than ever before.
　Despite being dumbfounded by the cashier's attitude, the Reys follow suit.
　And keep walking, more than a dozen minutes. Eventually the man stops.

"That's where I was told to show you."

　Everyone but Azimov looks satisfied with the man's words.
　There were some people in the building, some of whom seemed to be strong enough.

(This slum dweller is accustomed to violence, but by no means skilled. Well, it's because of the ability of the people who attacked us, so of course some of them are good at it. Anyway, if you deal with the man in that hut with all the skill I know...)

　I could understand the rest without thinking.
　and that the man in front of him had seen the scene with his own eyes.
　In fact, even now, his legs are trembling faintly.
　Still, it seemed to me a great thing not to show that fear in his expression.

(Yes)

　Deeply impressed, Ray throws the silver coin into a man.

"Oh! ...heh, thank you." Well, I'm going to excuse myself. If you do anything about that building, be very careful."

　He walked away laughing, but...

"Hey,"

　Ray calls out to his back.
　The man could not move any further and stopped, turning around with an awkward motion.
　And the man's eyes met Ray's...

"It's an addition. Take this with you."

　With that voice, a piece of bread baked and hardened for preservation is tossed.
　Black bread is a treat for the inhabitants of the slums, though few people like it as a preserved food.
　Receiving the black bread flying through the air, the man opens his mouth with an expression of disbelief.

"What? Why?"
"Somehow. I'm done with my business, so you can go."
"Oh, well, I'll be glad to receive it."

　First of all, thank you, the man runs away quickly, not wanting to get involved in the conflict that's going to happen.

"What kind of distraction?"

　The words that came out of Elena's mouth were evident to refer to Ray's throwing of black bread.
　At Elena's words, Ray opens his mouth with a small smile.

"I just liked it a little. I was obviously afraid, but I didn't show it to you know.
"...is that so?"

　Elena looks slightly unconvinced by Ray's words, but she doesn't pursue anything more and turns her eyes to the building.

"Don't you?"
"Yes, I wonder what kind of strong opponent you have. I'm looking forward to it."

　At Elena's words, Vihela responds with a wretched smile.
　For Vihela, who originally loves fighting, these days she hasn't been able to fight satisfactorily.
　The battle against the Cyclops was rather enjoyable, but still reasonable.
　You can't fight a heart-burning battle, though not very much.
　Vichela naturally gives a whiff of attention to the surroundings when she thinks that there is someone who can get rid of her so-called fighting spirit.
　It's not so bad as to call it murderous, but it's a sign to be called fighting spirit in the sense that you enjoy fighting purely.
　There was movement in the hut, perhaps in response to Vichela's fighting spirit.
　A few seconds later, the door of the hut was opened to five people.
　The five of them are still waiting to come up to them, perhaps because they are too far away.
　Ray was familiar to both of them.
　The owner of the magic shop and Ray... exactly the woman Adria that Seto caught.

(I handed him over to the guard, but... he must have been able to escape here. Or willfully let him swim and catch him joining his companions? It may be possible, but I don't think Langa will take such an uncertain step. if there is no other way)

　While Ray may have known about what happened while he was diving in the basement of the Magic Item Shop, Ray, who unfortunately doesn't know about Adriatic's runaway, wonders if it's Langa's intention.
　Still, given Langa's character, we concluded that it probably wasn't.
　There was a strong-looking man with a beard all over his face, a man who seemed to follow him, and finally a man who seemed to be well-bred.
　A number of glass bottles hang from the man's waist, reminiscent of an alchemist in the information drawn from the thieves.

"Alchemist?"
"A hit?"
"Well, I don't know," There is not really only one alchemist involved in this case, and... but it is certain that he has some information."`...for now I'll get that bearded man, will you?'

　Rey, Elena and Bune say nothing to Vihela, who tells her that they will never give their prey to anyone else.
　But Azimov, who had just met Vichela, could not understand why Vichela was so excited.
　However, Azimov was not used to rough things, so I had no idea that the bearded man, Diaz, was so strong.

(The man before had a beard, but is beard popular in the slums?)

　Azimov can only have that impression.
　The reason why many people grow mustaches in the slums is that many people do not shave.
　Most slum dwellers, like the guy mentioned earlier, are always hard up for money and often don't have sharp knives.
　Even if I had a knife, it would have been rusty, so even if I tried to shave, I couldn't have shaved it well.
　There are some people who sometimes steal from others and have beautiful cutlery, but they don't use it to shave the cutlery that would be the source of their own food.
　Others don't shave to hide their faces even a little.
　It goes without saying which Diaz is in front of the Rays.

"Well, shall I choose her?" It's too bad for you to say that the one you caught just now escaped."
"No, Elena didn't run away, did she? She gave it to the guard, and if anything should happen, it would be her fault."
"Still," It's not interesting to see Ray again, but the man I caught at that time is still running away."
"Ah... yes."

　Ray looks away from Elena, who has been expressing his feelings with a fastball more than he thought, as she blushes with embarrassment.

"Well, you'll do that only after this matter has been settled." Well, if you like, I'll mix it up."
"Huh?"

　I guess she didn't understand what Vihela was saying. Bune turns his head mysteriously and turns to Ray for an explanation.

"No, don't worry. It's too early for Bune."
"Yes!"

　Bune mutters discontentedly, treated as a child by Ray, who is no different from him in appearance age.
　Ray turns to Azimov for such a veneer

"I'm sorry, but Bune asks Azimov to be escorted. I wish I could have had one of the other three."
"...huh,"

　Though somewhat dissatisfied, Bune still accepts Ray's words.

"Huh? Ray, there must have been some movement over there."

　Looking forward at Elena's words, Ray saw a supposed alchemist handing one of the glass bottles from his waist belt to Diaz.
　When Dias received the glass bottle, he swung it wide... the moment he saw it move, Ray was reflexively pulling the death size out of the mistling.
　Then he swings his huge blade sideways.

"Hit!"

　With the words, the flying sword flies straight through the air, before hitting and destroying a glass bottle thrown by Diaz.
　A glass bottle destroyed just in the middle of where the alchemists and the Reys are located produces poisonous purple smoke as its contents fall to the ground.
　Perhaps it was designed to keep them out of harm's way, the purple smoke stayed only a few meters away and could not spread any further.

"...don't make me something so mean,"

　Azimov mutters bitterly at the sight of purple smoke.

"What's that smoke? It looks dangerous."
"It's called the breath of Katoprepass. That purple smoke corrode [corrode. -- look at it was ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

　At the end of Azimov's illustration is corroded ground from exposure to purple smoke.

"And quite a bit..."

　Ray, who is going to fight an alchemist, looks disgusted.
　Basically, the Dragon Robe boasts a strong defense against magic and physical attacks, but it was incompatible with what is now the smoke of Katoprepass.
　Since it is smoke in the first place, it can enter as many times as possible through the gaps in the dragon lobe, and corrode the areas exposed to smoke, so it is out of control.

"It's not something you can make so easily, since you're supposed to need materials for Katoprepass. It's not something that can be made by an alchemist in that area."
"...what are the countermeasures?"
"Don't touch the smoke."

　Worthless words, Ray's mouth lets out a sigh.

"You can tell by looking at it. Is there anything else?"
"Well, in your case, you can carry out long-range attacks, so you might as well fight at a distance."

　The alchemist ... turned his eyes to Zubos, where he was ready to throw a new glass bottle at any time.
　In addition, everyone, including the man with the beard, is armed with magic items.

"They're all ready, too. ... there's nothing we can do about it, if we just waste our time like this, it's only going to be advantageous for them. I'll knock you down quickly."

　When Ray uttered the word, he went into action at once, partly because of the reduced distance from the slugs.