While Tsutomu and the others were waiting near the first reception desk after completing their status update, a Silver Beast PT led by Misil appeared. After receiving two levels of magical stones, Tsutomu and the others received a proposal from Misil to have dinner with him on the house.

　The four Silver Beast PTs were very excited to see Garum shake hands with them, and Misil was puffing on a bottle of burned wine as he complained that he wanted to be born a handsome man. And Tsutomu, who was caught by the older group of Missile and Camille, was endlessly tangled up with the two men who smelled of alcohol.

　Lately, the bird people have been despising him. They want the dignity of a clan leader, and their daughter has been sloppy lately. Tsutomu has been giving them some rather serious advice, wondering if it's because he doesn't have a father after all. The relatively young people around Garum look at him sympathetically.

　When Tsutomu was finished with his consultation, he put down the mug that Misiru was holding on the desk with Dan.


The only thing you need to know is that you're not the only one.　How's your flying heel!　Show me the ropes, Uncle!
'What?　The trick?　Hmm. I think anyone can fly it if they get used to it.
Come on, Tutom!　The show of hands is a blatant disregard for the explorer's wind!　Pour me a drink!
'No, don't drink anymore Camille. I don't want to have to carry her to her quarters again.
"You got the idea for my PT secrets from him, you sly bastard!　Let's exchange information!


　Tsutomu gives a deceptive smile to Misir who points at the red bird person and says so loudly. Indeed, when he received the request for help earlier, he was eliciting a lot of information while chatting with the Red Bird Man.


''I don't mind telling you, though. How do you fail to do that?''
'Oh, are you sure you want to tell me?　You know, I'm probably capable of flying it far away, but I'm not getting any better. But it doesn't recover at all. I'd rather be chewing herbs on a grassy field with that.
"...what?　Is that so?


　Tsutomu had thought that the reason for his failure was due to his inability to fly his heels farther away. Tsutomu also had trouble with the heels that disappeared when they were far enough away for about two days out of the five days he practiced controlling the skill. It took a lot of trial and error to throw the heel like a ball or a boomerang to send it farther away.

　In the end, the image of solidifying the wave motion and firing it was the most comfortable, and it was able to respond to changes in trajectory along the way, so that's the method I'm using now. But I wasn't particularly conscious of the amount of recovery. It is true that the amount of recovery will be higher if you recover nearer than if you fly, but since the amount of recovery did not drop that much even if you flew it, Tsutomu was not concerned about it.


''I'm sorry. I'm not sure. I'll try to verify it a bit. If I find out, I'll let you know.
Oh. You're very kind. I'm starting to get worried about you.


　Misir, caught by Tsutomu's thoughtful expression, hid his voice. Tsutomu smiles blankly at him while scratching his cheek with his index finger.


''There's a monitor anyway, so the hand will eventually be exposed. Besides, I'm not happy with the current treatment of white mages.''
''Ah, it's true that white mages are so unworldly now, aren't they? In the past, every PT used to have one of them, but. After the development of potions, it's more subtle.
I don't think you'll be sticking around after the resuscitation!　Poi!　And it's terribly disgusting to be treated like that. Really!


　Tsutomu, who has been drinking, says this in a slightly angry voice. It's a very good idea to be able to have a good time with your friends.

　The initial potions made from the herbs found in the grasslands and forests were not that resilient, and the recovery skills used by the healer profession had a higher amount of recovery. A high heel that could completely heal an arm, even if it was amputated, as long as the arm was still present, and a white mage who had a medic that could heal state disorders were useful.

　However, the potions that can cure state abnormalities, mainly the poisonous conditions that are often suffered in the swamps of the twentieth level, were gradually developed, and since the materials are not that difficult to collect, production progressed and cheaper potions were sold. From then on, drinking the potion was faster than going all the way back to the healer's place to have him recover, which made the white mage's value in the swamp a bit less.

　But in the wilderness of the thirty level, there were many undead monsters in the wilderness, and a white mage who could use the holy attribute attack skill, which was the weakness of those monsters, also increased his value.

　But on the fortyth level, the Shell Club, the hierarchical master of the beach. A troublesome monster that would run back to its nest when a certain amount of stamina was removed, and after a little while, it would emerge in an almost full recovery state. So we stopped updating the hierarchy for a while.

　The clan named Aldoret Crow, which was lucky enough to find the Shell Club, quickly broke through, but the rest of the clans were having a hard time attacking the Shell Club. The search for a way to break through the shell club by something other than luck begins.

　The searchers had noticed that the destroyed armor and other items were re-glued back together with the white mucus they spat out, but it was obvious that all the injuries they inflicted were gone, which was inexplicable. After a concerted effort by the major clans to find out how they were recovering from the injuries, it was thought that the cause was a recovering fish (potionfish), a rare speckled fish found in the ocean on the beach.

　Thanks to the discovery of the potion fish, the amount of recovery of potions increased dramatically. As a result of crossing herbs from the forest with the recovering fish and processing them with magic tools, a potion with a higher recovery rate than a high heel was created.

　The potion was born, and most of the recovery skills can now be substituted with potions. And Shell Club established a single battle strategy that could be cut down at once in a PT without the five attacker healers.

　Potions, which were expensive everywhere in the early days, began to catch up with the supply, and even mid-tier clans began to sell potions that were as effective as high heels if you paid attention to the taste.

　The value of a white mage at the forty levels would drop as the mid-level clans began to break even even with the potions, and the value of a white mage at the forty levels would drop. The only thing left for the white mage, whose significance in the existence of the recovery skill was taken away by potions, was Raise, the only way to bring the dead back to life, and the support skill.

　Then the white mage continued to fall. They were still active in the wilds of the thirty levels, but other than that, they were rarely employed. But fortunately, the valley of the fiftyth level was in demand for races that couldn't fly, thanks to the fly, a skill that granted wind and allowed them to fly.

　However, the white mage foresaw that the mage tools that were being developed to enable him to fly would take away his role again, so each of them thought about what they could do with the white mage. The white mage's specialization in attack, specialization in recovery, and many other things were tried and tested, but the one that yielded the best results was the specialization in supportive resuscitation.

　We almost never use the recovery skill, but strengthen the entire PT with the support skill. Then, when the attacker with the most firepower died, he would use as many raises and support skills as he could to get the monster's attention, and in the meantime, he would revive the one he brought back to life in the best condition.

　Although Tsutomu knew the process of taking on that role to some extent, he still didn't think that the current white mage's method of warfare was the best. Besides, with that, even if he defeated the hierarchical lord, the only thing that would be reflected in the delivery would be the attacker. The white mage would watch the scene in the guild while wearing flaxen clothes.

　Do they perform that role satisfactorily? Tsutomu thinks that they probably don't find it amusing inside. He is currently ridiculed as a lucky man and has a reputation for being a parasite on Garum and Amy, who are lucky enough to be able to conquer dungeons.

　Although he probably doesn't have as bad a reputation as he should, the white mages still don't have a high opinion of him at present. Is it enough to keep it that way? I'm not sure if I enjoy playing that role of a discarded stone, Tsutomu wondered.

　While Tsutomu complained about the white mage, time passed, and the three of them, who were made up of gudens, left the shop while being cared for by the others.


　--Oooh--


　The next day. Tsutomu, who had been taking anti-hangover medicine, had descended to the fifty-sixth level in a relatively kelpish state. By the way, Camille bought a potion with her own money to cure her hangover.

　It's a good thing that you're able to have a good time with your friends. The place where the three of us were transitioned this time is at the bottom, where a dauntingly steep cliff warps in front of us.


'Fly.


　He let Camille fly over and explore the area and Tsutomu started to refill the potion. He gives Garum a small bottle of the potion he left in yesterday, and Tsutomu refills his own blue potion. Tsutomu flies over to himself and Garum while Camille asks him for terrain information when he returns.


'This way,'


　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with your friends. It's a good thing that Tsutomu's fly control has improved a lot, perhaps because of the effect of his training in the abduction bird. It's a good idea to be able to have a stable center of gravity even if you move through the air early, and even if you lose your balance, you will be able to recover without causing panic.

　The two of them followed Camille past a large sheer cliff. When they are spotted by an earth-colored orc walking in groups of three to five on the ground, the orcs try to shoot arrows into the air. Therefore, Camille hides in the rocks and other places to avoid being seen by the orcs, and they follow.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on in the world, and you'll be able to find out what's going on in the world. It's a very good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. Therefore, various equipment and tools have been developed to counter the fire dragons.

　There are also a number of tools and equipment that are not known to Tsutomu, some of which were used in the game.

　I'm not going to be able to get a good deal more than just a few hours of sleep. Then Camille, who went around the bend in the cliff first, raised her hand to tell the two people behind her to wait. The two stopped.


'There's a flock of charged sheep up ahead. 'You're in luck.'
Oh, that's a rare breed.
'Raemen?　...oh. Rare monsters? Right.
'Come to think of it, I haven't seen a treasure chest since then. It's about time you came out, isn't it?
'That must have consumed a lifetime's worth of luck. Kukkaku.


　Tsutomu smiled back at Camille, who chuckled, and after returning his smile, Tsutomu peeked out from the corner of the cliff and looked at the flock of charged sheep eating the wheat-colored grass that was growing on the ground.

　White wool on a black body. The horns of their heads stick up towards the heavens like a spiral. There were dozens of such monsters that looked no different from sheep in appearance. However, their wool seemed to be charged with electricity and sometimes scattered white light.

　In the current dungeon under the jurisdiction of the gods, there were very few monsters that could drop lightning magic stones. Only the rare monster Electric Slime and the charged sheep, also a rare monster, were available. There were places where they could be harvested in the outer dungeons, but they were still expensive since they weren't in great supply.

　Moreover, their flocks are running electricity, cuddling up to each other as if to protect themselves. If Garum and Camille get close enough to hunt them, the charged sheep (charge sheep) will run away while scattering lightning all at once.

　In these situations, if there was a black mage with a wide range attack method or an archer with a long range attack, the hunt would be stable, but in the current PT, only Tsutomu is able to unleash a long range attack.


''It's not good if you get close, right?''
'You could hunt one of them, but don't die for sure. I've been there.


　Camille held her mouth with a hand wrapped in red scales as she laughed in remembrance. Tsutomu folded his arms and pondered for a bit before replying.


'Then I'll try it myself. I'm sorry if I fail.
That's fine. Most of the time, they only show up when you can't shoot wide-ranging magic, because they're so common.
It's called the greed sensor.
The bumper sticker?
Excuse me. It's nothing.


　Tsutomu returns to Camille, who tilts her head back, then launches himself off the cliff to avoid making a sound, and holds his white cane toward the charged sheep in the distance.


'Holy Wing,'


　Solidify your image based on the information you hear from the Red Bird People. Allow yourself to grow a part called a wing and shake it by yourself to release a feather. Be aware of each feather that is released and sharpen it. Be a feather that rides in the wind.

　The Red Bird Man's story was almost entirely sensory, but Tsutomu released it with maximum mental strength, solidifying the image as he was told.

　The holy feathers were released with a distinctly different momentum than when he had released them to the orcs before, and the wind was broken. The charged sheep was being pierced more and more by the spear-like feathers that fell from the sky. A sharp roar roared out as lightning raged around the area.

　By the time Holy Wing finished firing, more than a dozen of the charged sheep had turned into magical stones, and the rest fled while scattering lightning around the area.


''........Tsutomu!　That's good work!
Thank you!


　Tsutomu was impressed by the power of the Holy Wing, which was more powerful than he had expected, as Camille jumped out of the corner and dabbed at his head with both hands. Behind him, Garum tried to mix it up and then gave up and repeated the process.

　Although he didn't get a treasure chest, he had seven lightning small demon stones. Eight lightning medium magic stones were dropped by the charged sheep, and with a hokey face, Tsutomu put them away in his magic bag.

　It's a very good idea to be able to have a good time with them.