The Mana Material strengthens the hunter's every ability. These include not only pure physical abilities, but also the five senses such as sight, hearing, touch, and resistance to poisons.
The reason why the alcohol content of the drinks served in the taverns for hunters is messed up is because hunters cannot get drunk with ordinary drinks.

A high-level hunter is completely different from a hunter from the inside of the body.
The members of the Ghosts of Sorrows were no exception, and in the past few years, I had rarely seen Liz or Sitri get drunk.

But what's wrong with this?

Liz's face flushed red as she drank the newly arrived silver ale (an ale with twice the strength of the golden ale. It is famous for catching fire.
On the surface, Citri was smiling as usual, but his gaze was clearly wavering.

The only ones who remained calm were me, who hadn't consumed a single drop of alcohol, and Tino, who shrunk down next to me so as not to get tangled up with the two sisters, and solemnly drained his cup.

Citry-chan's voice was unusually long and lispy, and she was getting involved. She's completely drunk.

'Don't you think I'm a wallet that brings in money all by itself, Mr. Cry?

'Yeah, yeah, I guess so. ......'

'I'm sorry, ...... did you hear that, sister? I'm sure you've heard of it.

'Red Copper Ale, by the keg. And bring me everything from here to here on the menu. Two mugs. Sito, purse.

'I'm sorry, .......'

As Sitri hugs her with one hand while mimicking tears, Liz gives a very vague order for more.

Our table had become a crucible of chaos.
The alcohol was so strong that I felt like I would get drunk even though I hadn't had a drink just by being around it, and the plates were emptying one after another.

The other hunters, who had looked at me with jealousy earlier, were now rolling their eyes at how much Liz and Citri were eating.

A good hunter is a daredevil. There were several parties at the restaurant, but our table was probably the loudest.

Red Copper Ale is a stronger drink than Silver White Ale. It is said to be just alcohol with a smell and color.
A barrel with a faucet that can hold up to a hundred pounds is brought in on a cart. As Liz crunched the bones of the meat on the bone, she gulped down the reddish-brown liquid that had been poured.

The others at the table, sensing what was in the bottle, were buzzing. It's not like he's a heavy drinker.

Liz wiped her mouth with her sleeve and put her hand on her cheek as if she was entranced.


I'm not sure what to say, but I'm sure you'll understand what I mean. You're doing a great job. Another drink.

'...... Your sister's tolerance is building up too fast. ...... I was saving it for you. No matter how strong you make it, you'll soon become resistant to it, and I think I'll stop making it. ......'

'Huh? That's your job, isn't it? If Sito doesn't do it, who's going to build up everyone's resistance?'

'I'm sorry, ...... Cry, my sister treats me like a convenient woman, ......!

'! Sito, I told you not to touch Crye! It's forbidden to touch her. ......

'............ Yes, sister.'

'I owe you ten figures! You'll have to pay me back with your body!

I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it. I'm not sure what to make of that.
The alchemist can't outrun the thief. I hope you can use your defensive skills to protect yourself. I'm scared even with my warding fingers. .......

If it was a real quarrel between sisters, I would stop it, but the expression on Citry's face was joyful, despite the small scream.
Being mild-mannered was one of Citly's virtues.

'You look like you're having fun. ...... By the way, Citry, I forgot my wallet. ......'

'Mastaaa............ I'm a devil......'

'Shamefully......'

I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to afford it, but I'm sure I'll be able to afford it. You don't have to pay for it if you have Lizzie and Cicely.

I'm sure they'll pay you back later. .......

The Ghosts of Sorrows have been a two-way street. I don't have much of it, but I think I've been the most annoyed by Sitri.
As I was getting down on my knees in my heart, the door of the entrance suddenly opened with a loud bang.

The hustle and bustle dies down slightly. Your eyes are drawn to the entrance.

Entering was a group of people dressed in uniform traveling costumes.
There were eight of them, a bit more than one party, and all of them were men. All fully armed.
It's common for hunters to have all eight of them with big, strong faces, but the way they looked around the tavern like they were so proud, you could almost feel their hostility.

Tino frowns and says in a small voice.

'You're new here. ......'

The Imperial City of Zebrudia attracts talented treasure hunters from all over. Regardless of whether they are newcomers or veterans, both domestic and foreign, the flow of hunters in and out is quite intense.
And since not being licked is an important factor for hunters, hunters who have just arrived are usually very tense. Many of them get into fights with hunters based in the Imperial Capital.

Some of them even go out of their way to get involved with other hunters in order to clarify the hierarchy.

What's most troubling to me is that most of those people don't know the name "Thousand Transformations".

The two names of 《Senhenhenbanka》 are famous enough that most hunters based in the Imperial Capital know them, but the world is a big place, and even if they knew the names, they rarely knew the faces. As a small fish, I was very easy to get involved with.

The central figure was a large man.
He wore a dirty, but very sturdy looking gray half plate armor and a dark brown cloak. Short cropped black hair, and a sullen look in his eyes.
He carries a large sword like the one Gilbert's boy carried, but his size is so different from the boy's that it's far more intimidating.
He is nearly two meters tall, and his width is correspondingly thick. He is comparable to Gark and other well-built hunters of the past.

The best-built hunter I know is Ansem by far, but the man who just entered is one of the top ten.
At least, he is not a newcomer. The expressions on the faces of the other members gave me the impression that they were somewhat worn out. A hunter who made a name for himself in another country would be more appropriate.

They are fully armed, perhaps because they arrived before they had decided on a base in the Imperial Capital.

Citri checks the man who seems to be the leader from head to toe and sighs hotly.

'He has a wonderfully well-trained body. His appearance is also refined. I wonder if he's a high-level hunter. ...... Haha ............ I like him. ...... Nice.'

'What? What? Sito, do you like that kind of thing? It's a hobby.

Lizzie crossed her legs and snickered. Tino also looks at Sitri with surprise.


Citry didn't care about such a look, she just looked at the man with feverish eyes.

I'm not sure what you mean by that. In the event that you have any questions regarding where and how to use the internet, you can contact us at the following web site: ....... Hey, Cry. What do you think?

I was abruptly dumped.

But I guess ...... you prefer macho. I thought that since she was a quiet type of girl, her taste in men would be more like that, but apparently there was something that even I didn't know.
Feeling a little bit of indescribable loneliness, I answered.

'Yes, yes, yes. Muscles are very important, aren't they?

'That's right. ...... As expected of Kry, you understand what I'm saying, unlike your sister! Kyrkil-kun was made by splicing, but its strength was a little ...... reduced. I'm thinking I need another guard. I like it. I wonder what level he is. ......'

I feel like I'm not getting through to you.

Sitri looks at the hunter with the eyes of a maiden in love.
She is essential to our party, but if Citry wants to leave the party, I will support her.

People have their own ways. I have no right to stop them.
One day, the members of the Ghosts of Sorrows will all take different paths.

'Hey, you're in my way.

I just don't think you should go with that guy.

A group of newcomers immediately got involved with the other hunters.
They approached one of the tables and smashed the head of the drunken hunter on the table without question.

The sound of plates breaking. The air cools at once, and the noise stops for a moment.

The man who slammed him was one of his cronies. He smiles an intimidating grin and looks down at the other hunters, whose consciousness has not caught up with the sudden attacker.

'...... ah? What is it, you guys? I'm sure there are other seats available...?

Without question, the newcomers knock out the other members who were at the table.
There was a difference in numbers. They were drunk. But most of all, the newcomers were used to this kind of behavior. The one at the table also had a weapon on his side, but before he could get it, he was kicked to the ground, surrounded and beaten.

It made no sense to me how he was still able to walk on the street with impunity. He's a criminal, isn't he?
But if he's caught at this level, then Reece and Luke might be in trouble too. It's the end of the world.

One of his cronies bared his teeth and announced himself in a high-pitched voice. His eyes were on everyone in the room.

'Listen! We are the Foreign Mist. We come from the Land of Mist. And remember! This is the strongest hunter in the Land of Mist--Arnold Hale of the Thunderbolt Flash!

Arnold didn't say a word as his cronies introduced him. He kept his arms crossed.

There's an ocean between ...... and the Land of Mist. You've come a long way. If you're going to cross the ocean, why not go to another country? Well, we're from outside the country, so we're not in a position to complain, but it's not nice to have more troublesome hunters in your city.

Liz rolled her eyes and looked at her cronies who were making a foolish show of themselves.
I snorted and sat back in my chair.

If I were the only one here, I'd just pay the bill and get the hell out of here.

One of my cronies picks up his strength and says proudly.

'Listen up, you idiots of the Imperial City. Mr. Arnold's level is 7.

Seven?
7......? That guy with his cronies who looks like a lowlife is the same level as Ark? It really is the end of the world.

To tell the truth, the criteria for level recognition by the Explorers Society is not uniform. It is a different story at higher levels, but the ease of level advancement differs depending on the branch.
Some chapters only look at combat ability, while others focus on personality. However, a man who beats up other hunters without question is level 7, which is a serious decline in the dignity of hunters.
I'll use him as material to make fun of Mr. Gark next time.

Liz's eyes widened slightly at the sound of his voice, and she tilted her head.

I've never been to the ...... Land of Mist,......, have you, Kry? I'm sure you can get to level 10 there, too.

'No, no, no. ...... I heard that level 9 and 10 are judged by the chapters from all over the world. ......'

I don't even want to level up in the first place .

'Ah ......, if I destroy that, can't I become level 7 too?'

'I'd like to get close to you, level 7 based Kill Kill....... Hey, Cry, can I go there? If you've just arrived, you probably don't know anyone, and this could be your chance.

Lyss sighed deeply, and Sitri fidgeted.
No one is worried about the crushed hunter. I'll take care of it for you.

Even for a small nation, the level of recognition was worthy of second-guessing. For a hunter, bravery is a virtue, but at the same time, it is necessary to be prudent enough to calmly assess the difference in strength between our two countries.

There were eight opponents. Even if the 《Gorai Hashiren》 didn't have the power to match their level, their opponents were fully armed. I have to say that the odds are against me.

Seeing that no one was raising a voice in defiance, Arnold snickered mockingly.

'Hmph. Not only are you a coward, but the ...... imperial capital is no big deal either. Hey, drinks and women.

'Oui.'

Crony A looks around the store.
Unfortunately, there are few bars for hunters that have cute waitresses. Not even in this store.

His narrowed eyes catch sight of me in the back of the store, where I've been monopolizing the three girls.
Her lips twisted into a smile. Are you trying to get your hands on the other party's female hunters?

Was it allowed in the Land of Mist? In the Land of Shura?

Don't let them get to you. I'll fight back. I'll at least put up a fight.


Tino's gonna fight back, Liz is gonna fight harder. I'm not so sure about you, Sitri.

Crony A comes up to us, grinning. Before he could call out to us, Liz stood up.
Her cheeks flush and she says with a big smile. Crony A's eyes widen at the unexpected turn of events.

'What? You want me to pour you a drink? I can't help it.

'Oh, sister, I'll do it for you--'

'No, you sit down. I'll show you how it's done.'

Liz put her finger to her lips s*xily and winked at me. It's the look she gives when she's being naughty.
She is very exposed. There are not many bumps on her body, but if you look closely, you can see that she has some breasts, and her bare skin has a healthy s*x appeal. Her face is also well-shaped, and if you didn't know her true nature, you would find her very attractive.

'Oh, sis, that's not fair!

'The earlier the better...'

In front of Crony A, who looks down at me with an ugly smile, Liz pours a mug of red copper ale from the keg.
Crony A's nose moves for a moment, and a suspicious expression appears on his face. He must have realized from the smell that the contents of the ale were ultra-high alcohol.

But before he could speak up, Liz walked out with a mug in her hand.

She approached Arnold's table with a mug in her hand and a smile on her face.
The eyes of his cronies crawl over her skin. They look at her belly, her thighs, her breasts, and finally, they look at her massive looking "Highest Roots" and frown.

But generally speaking, his face was grinning evilly. You know Liz, and you haven't even noticed that some of the hunters around you are turning pale.

Arnold was the only one who didn't look amused.
Maybe he's a ...... big-breasted guy.

'...... Sit down. What's your name?'

'You want a drink, don't you? I'm in a good mood, so I'll buy you a special drink. Hi, Liz, nice to meet you.'

And without answering the question, Liz held the mug in her hand upside down above Arnold's head.
As the name implies, a reddish-bronze ale falls on his face.

'Nah--!

'I'll buy you a mug too. That's great! It's disinfectant too! Two birds with one stone? Great invention?'

Before he can raise his voice, Liz hits Arnold on the head with the mug, which is soaked with alcohol.
With the same momentum, he raised his leg high and kicked his cronies ABCD, who did not understand the current situation, in the manner of a roundhouse kick. The huge wooden table that was caught in the air floated in the air.

The hunters around him were stunned. Lizzie laughed and hit Arnold again and again with a mug that had only a handle left on it.
Sitri stood up, let out a scream, and fell towards me.

'Oh, sis, that's too much! I said I wanted it. You always take everything I want. ...... Cry, please be careful with your sister.

'Is that too much to ask?

Screams and shouts rang out. I put my arms around the back of her neck and pat poor Citly's head as she hugs me.
Tino looks at him as if he were the devil himself.

Am I going to be the one who gets pissed later? Let's just pay the bill.