In the forest was a woman wearing a white priest's robe and holding a tin cane, and a man wearing a tuxedo and a silk hat.

They were surrounded by goblins. The number of goblins was five.

The man seems to have fallen down and cannot move. A female monk is kneeling by his side. It's not safe.

--A monk and a colorless man!

Why are ordinary people in a dungeon, and on the fifth level? I wonder, but there's no time for that.
I shout to Prine as I run.

Shoot the magic without hitting them!
'Hah, hah, hah, but I can't get there in time!
I'll stop him!

He puts all his strength into his legs and accelerates even faster. But you're still a step too slow. At any moment, the goblin will raise his club to the monk and--

Then!

--Zeni nage!

Byuin.
With a "Bi-in", several round coins appeared above his left hand on his waist, and he sent them flying with his right hand as if he were reaping them.

Shubhaa!

With a bang, the goblins' heads are blown off. All five goblins are blown off at almost the same time. The coin I threw hit them directly on the head and blew their heads off.

Aaah!

The monk screams at the sudden occurrence.
No wonder, since the head of the monster that was about to attack him was suddenly blown off.

The art of war, zeni nage.

I tried not to think about it, but I knew what the effect was when I got the skill.

It is a technique to "throw coins as a weapon". The higher your job level, the more powerful it is, but the more money you have to spend.

When adventurers kill monsters and complete quests, they earn money for the dungeon guild. This technique does not cost actual money, but the amount of money spent. Perhaps all the money you have earned from killing monsters today is gone in a single hit.

It is a very useful long-range attack that comes out quickly, and it is a very destructive full attack, but it is not worth it in terms of money. To throw that one piece, you have to kill ten goblins. Oh no, no, no. I don't want to think about it.

Well...

Are you all right?

I reach out my hand to the monk who is sitting on the ground limp.
She is a beautiful, kind woman with blond hair.

The monk looks up at me, looks at my hand, and looks at me again,

'-- yes.

He took my hand, as if he was in love with me.

'Um, warrior-sama. What is your name?
'I'm Rana.'
'Dear Rana ....... Lovely name ......'

Monk who turns red.
What's the matter? Are you poisoned?

My name is Martina. Martina Hingy. I'm a monk level 7.
I'm a level 15 warrior. I have a companion.

He looks at Prine, who comes running from behind him.

'Ha, ha, ha, ha, was I too late?

Prine caught up with me and saw how Martina and I were doing,

'......'

I wondered if there was any meaning in the fact that she froze for a moment, and then she approached me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me close to her as if to show me to Martina.





The man in the tuxedo lying on the ground was a gray-haired uncle. He looked like a dandy.

He is bleeding from an arrow in the stomach. He looks like he is in pain.

'I'll put a potion on him.

I tried to take out the item,

'No, that's not necessary.
'Is that so?'
'Yes. If only there were no monsters. ......'

Ms. Martina begins to pray with her tin cane.

'--God's miracle here. Heal.

I put my hand close to the uncle's wound and chanted, and his hand began to glow.

Healing magic.

A monk indeed. The uncle's wounds healed quickly and he woke up.

Oh, Miss Martina! Am I still alive?
'Yes, Gigi. You mustn't die here.

Smiling, Martina gently caresses her uncle's cheek.
I've only known her for a few minutes, but I'm still dizzy from her motherly love.

Thank you very much. Thank you, Rana. I don't know how to thank you ......'.
We are both adventurers, and when we are in trouble, we will help each other.

Basically, adventurers help each other.
I received a lot of potions from senior adventurers on my first day.
Although I have yet to meet the rumored "Tsuji healer" who only casts healing spells and leaves.

An old man called Gigi stood up.
He took off his silk hat and bowed to me.

Thank you, warrior. I am Gigi Fernandez. I am a follower of the lady Martina.
'Rana Prata. I am a level 15 warrior. This is Prine the Mage. Level 6.


'Pleasure to meet you.'

Prine bowing with a bow.
I asked.

Why is a colorless person in a dungeon? Isn't it dangerous, even for a squire?''

Gigi was startled,

'--ha-ha-ha. I can't help it if you're such a nari. I'm an adventurer myself, sir.
'Oh, really? Sorry about that. What job then ......'

Gigi-san spun his silk hat around, and a pure white dove flew out from inside.
He smiles at me.

I am a clown. Level 8.
'A clown is that ......'

He barely swallowed the word "useless.

'That's how you're described in the guild. --It's fun to be here.
Yes, yes, indeed. But I think the initial equipment was more flashy ......'.

He would have been dressed in red and yellow, with a hat that split in two, and his face would have been painted or masked.
Gigi shrugged her shoulders and shook her head exaggeratedly.

I can't do it like that,' he said. You look like a clown.

And, I think a tuxedo in a dungeon is pretty much the same thing. .......

'Rana-sama'.

The priestess Martina calls me.

'I have a favor to ask you.

Gigi interrupted.

'Martina-sama.'
It's okay, Gigi. It is God's will that we meet here. I have made my decision.

Martina looks at me again.
With a look of determination in her eyes, she tells me

'Would you be willing to form a party to defeat the boss of this floor, the fifth layer?

Prine squeezed my hand.

Well, well, well.