Of the nearly ten adventurers in front of the mud wall, the adventurer who complains about Ray ends up saying nothing more.
　After confirming this, Ray decided that it would be troublesome to get involved any longer, so he and Sett started checking the mud wall.
　...the adventurers there seemed to have a lot to say to one of them, but they probably decided that they were not being treated.
　to be unable to say anything in particular and become silent
　In fact, there were not only people who complained about Ray, but also people who thanked him for building the mud wall, but after the conversation I couldn't say anything.
　If I were to say thank you to Ray here, I might have been able to catch the eye of those who had a grudge against me.

"Well... as far as I can see, there's no particular problem. But the fact that there are some covolts coming in, I think we've got through this by some means."

　a wall three meters high
　It is possible that, as long as it is not such an easy place to get over, it is possible that it is not a normal co-bolt, or that it is possible that it has been overcame by chance that it has become a stepping-stone for its comrades. . . . . .

(If you think of the Cobolt that the adventurers of yesterday were struggling with, even if it were an ordinary Cobolt... if it were a Cobolt who lived a long life, wouldn't it be strange to be smart? If that's the only thing that comes over here, that's troublesome.)

　Thinking this way, Ray stands on the mud wall and looks across.
　On the other side of the wall, several cobolts are trying to climb over the wall, but they are unable to do so.
　If only the mud wall was there, perhaps we could have used our claws to get over it.
　But the mud wall is frozen by Mail and Marina's Spiritual Magic.
　That's all I can do to scratch with a nail the size of a cobold.

"Well, nevertheless... I'll be in trouble if you come over here. ... Fly me!"

　Remove the death size from the mistling and activate the skill of jumping.
　The flying attack cut Cobold's fuselage without hesitation, followed by several flying cuts, and all Cobold's fuselage in front of the mud wall was cut up and down, and he died.
　In front of the mud wall on Gilm's side, the adventurers who gathered are just staring blankly at Ray's actions.
　I wonder what Ray had done from his appearance.
　Then he understands that he can never do such an act, and cannot say anything to Ray.
　They showed a huge difference in power.
　In particular, the man who had been complaining to Ray about the mud wall, understood that he could defeat Koboldt, but that he could never defeat Ray... and, perhaps because he understood that, even his legs trembled, he couldn't say anything.
　Ray doesn't seem particularly concerned about these men and leaves the scene with Seto, who was wary of others.

"As I said before, if you want to make money, you can join the demolition of the Giant Turtle. You'll get some of the Giant Turtle meat, and you'll get a good price if you sell it. It's the best meat, so you can eat it yourself."

　Some of the people in front of the mud wall looked up semi-reflectively at the words, but... Ray left with Seto regardless.





"What? The wall made of earth? That's why I can't put the cobolt in the guillem... Really?"
"Yes, I'm sure. That's why the Cobold is heading towards the Gigant Turtle."

　The words scratch the man's head in frustration at the unexpected results.
　The man who brought the report to his boss shows no sign of moving so as not to offend him as much as possible.
　This is because I understand that if the person in front of me is willing to do so, I can easily kill him if it's just me.
　Scratching your head in particular is one of the most angry signs for this man.
　The only way to avoid the other person's anger here is to keep silent until the boss says something.
　How long has it been in that situation?
　It wasn't really that long, but to a man under extreme strain, it seems like an hour has passed.
　That's why I was half happy and half anxious when my boss, who was scratching his hair impatiently, stopped his hand and turned his gaze on me, and whether I would be safe when he brought this report.

"Oh, the red cloths still had a certain number left in the guillem?"

　What the boss said was completely unexpected to a man.
　I had always expected to be told something about the mud wall.
　It was such an unexpected remark that the man who brought the report about the mud wall was at a loss for words...
　The next moment, while cutting through the air, a plate containing nuts flies and hits the man's head.

"Oh, my dear!"
"Come on! I'm asking you a question, so answer me right away!"
"Yes, I'm sorry. Um...."

　Fortunately, the plates were made of wood, so the impact on the face didn't break the skin.
　Still, the blow inflicted severe pain on the man... holding his face, he hurriedly opened his mouth to prevent further attacks.

"Yes, some of them have left Gillum, and some of them have been caught by the guards, but I have secured some other possessions besides those of the potential victims!"
"... oh, my God. Did you spend a little too much on sacrifice? But the poor quality of your soul must be compensated by quantity."

　Think about what's best to do from now on, carrying the nuts from the plate into your mouth and chewing them.
　Now that I'm in charge of this, I don't want to help others if possible.
　Well, if you really can't do anything about it, it's not that stage yet.

(What is it that the quality of the soul is so low that you can only call it a cobolt, dude? And I don't know what it is, but there are few individuals that can come all the way to the city... at least a little higher-ranked monster could have done.)

　The mere thought of it makes me feel frustrated, but I guess the man thinks it's meaningless to try to blow it up now.
　Instead, we should praise the foresight that we have left the red cloths as hand pieces, judging that we should do something about the mud wall first.

"Well, I was going to have them sacrificed in times of need. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　The only thing a man can do is nod to his boss, who looks so strongly at him.
　If something goes against you here, it's not the plate, it's the dagger that's going to fly in.

"Oh, all right! But now there are not many adventurers in the extension, so if you put too many people there would be noticeable... how many would you send?"
"Oh? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
"Well, I think it stands out..."
"You know what? They're just a piece of garbage that could never have been sacrificed after all. And... there's no evidence that could lead to this, is there? Then you can think that even if you're caught, you could have disposed of the garbage.

　Friends... No, even if they should be called tekoma, the man who brought the report doesn't have anything to think about simply calling it trash and throwing it away.
　But when asked which is more important, he or she will answer that he or she is.
　That being the case, I couldn't say anything here to complain about.
　...in that case, if you do not do well, you may be told to destroy the mud wall.

"All right, then, as soon as possible... oh, do you mean you give me weapons of your choice?"
"Well, without weapons, we wouldn't be able to break the mud wall."

　They talked like this, but sometimes they didn't know.It was the perception that the mud walls were entirely made by Ray.
　...as few people really know Marina and Mail are wetting with water and freezing it to reinforce the mud wall.
　Can the people of red cloth really break things that barely scratch with the nails of Kobolt?
　If I had known the circumstances, I would probably have taken a slightly different approach.
　But this difference in perception was unavoidable, since no one had ever seen the actual use of spirit magic.
　It's possible, however, that it's not just a mud wall when Ray says it's a magical one.

"All right, then, I will give you a lot of destructive axes, and if you break the wall, there is a possibility that Cobold, who was on the other side of the wall, will attack you, but is it safe to say that those who are going to destroy, will die?"
"Oh, that useless fellow has been kept for this kind of occasion. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .."

　The man who brought the report hurriedly opens his mouth to the boss, who seemed to be getting uncomfortable with what he said.
　If you get angry on your own terms, you're the one to suffer the damage.
　Words to avoid such a thing at all costs.

"It's no problem if you think Cobold will clean up those people. Besides, if the mud wall is destroyed and they are killed by Cobold, the reputation of the crimson who built the mud wall will be damaged."
"Well, yes,"

　The man only says that and looks to the door.
　That alone makes the man who brought the report understand what his boss wants to say and bow.

"Then I'll have the red cloths destroy the mud wall at once." ... by the way, what if they break it and survive?"

　If you break down the mud wall, you will almost certainly be attacked by a herd of cobolts.
　The red cloths, however, were quite capable of coming to Gilm.
　...in fact, the extensions had moved a large number of people to Gilm, and most of them arrived safely.
　At any rate, among those who were not sacrificed, it is not uncommon for them to have the skill to defeat Kobolt.
　That's why I asked him what he would do if he knocked down Coboldt, but he replied with a look of frustration.

"They're done. Those guys can collect as much as they want. I mean... you know what?"

　They asked me, "Do you understand?" and I can't say that I don't understand.
　Moreover, since he knew exactly what the word meant, he had no choice but to nod.

"All right. I'll get rid of it."
"Well, they probably know nothing about us, but as long as we have some relationship, we can't rule out the possibility of having any information." ... well, the next time we collect, we'll have a better soul."

　Even so, it is impossible to tell what kind of soul the person actually has until he is actually sacrificed.
　I can judge him to some extent, if he is not to be sacrificed, like the remaining red-clothed men.

"Well, I'll do my best."

　If you say yes, you don't know what you're going to do with the boss in front of you if the next one is useless.
　If you say you can't do that, you're more likely to be killed here.
　All a man can say in such a situation is that he will do his best...
　...even in an organization hostile to Gilm, the grief of the middle management still exists.