The Man Picked up by the Gods

Next day

I'll finally try my contract with Removebird today. Four of us in the Duke's house and a total of ten of us - Sebastian, Jill, Zeph, Kamil and Hughes - are on the road to scrapping the mine for that.

The lady and everyone else are equipped with armor and weapons, just like they were during training in the pit, but I'm a snail. I'm the only one with a very different outfit floating around...

But I haven't used the carriage for the lady's training, but she may be surprisingly physically fit. Though I'm pinching the break, I've never had a weak sound before.

"Phew... Mr. Lyoma, are you okay?

"I'm fine."

"Mr. Lyoma has strength..."

A lady who starts to depress lightly. I don't think you mind getting tired, do you?

It's uphill on a mountain road, and it's a hard road to walk because it's not paved, so you won't have a choice. I think it's just better not to say it when you're tired.

You thought the same thing, Mr. Camill encourages the area.

"It's okay, ma'am. Compared to normal kids around the same age, ladies can walk well enough."

"That's right, young lady, compared to Lyoma. He's a very substandard guy. Normally, it wouldn't be weird to be a butt, would it? You're sweating, Lyoma."

"Even if you sweat and say it"

Because it's a menstrual phenomenon...

"Boy. Normally, you don't have to tell me. I sweat about it."

"It's not so fast because it fits the lady's legs, I know if you're working out like us on that... what kind of training was Lyoma doing?

"That's right... to put it succinctly... you work out to the limit, and if you fall or rest, it's not weird. You keep getting knocked into the attack, and you choose to either suffer or continue to work out. This is what happened if I kept doing it every day."

"Your master is a ghost or something!?

"You can't deny it."

You were just scared of your father when you were a kid... that's so intimidating when you're in front of him that you're going to be unable to breathe.

With that in mind, they're leaving.

"Don't start walking before the sweat in the area is completely pulled off."

"We're almost there, so try your best."

We walk out again. And about 30 minutes from where I was resting, we'll take the road, divide the woods, and continue for another 30 minutes. The stench begins to reach my nose. Is this the smell of the swamp...

Moving on, I saw a red-brown swamp.

Located just near the border between the forest and the mine. A mud that feels like it's in the woods but with fewer trees and soil from a mine that collapsed due to rain or something. It smells even worse when I approach it, and the lady endures with her hands on her mouth.

"This is the swamp we were talking about. The leaves of the surrounding trees and the bodies of the creatures that inhabit the marshes rot, and this smell is coming out."

"It smells terrible..."

"It's terrible, but if you're going anywhere else, you're going to have to get used to it."

No, the Duke of Jameer's territory was better than the rest of the territory because Master Reinbach fixed the environment... except for the Duke of Jameer's territory... let's hope it's not as good as this.

"Hmm, I don't think there's a Grellfrog or a removable bird around here yet. The swamp is not one, let's take a look around the others"

Travel again in the words of Master Reinbach. Then, in about 10 minutes, you will find a swamp about three times the size of the previous one, where you will also see about 30 adventurers, magicians, and more than 200 blue birds.

"That's the limo bird!

"That's..."

"It's beautiful..."

The exterior is close to a large parrot, but the eye catching is a long tail like an onagadoli. I can also nod that my body has beautiful wings that are blue and my head and tail green and popular. It looks strange in a red-brown swamp.

It's so beautiful, but the adventurers around for that matter seemed to get in the way.

"He's gone that way!

"Get him quick!

"Ah!?

"Hurry! Before they eat you!

The adventurer is entering the swamp and taking Grellfrog away from him with the Removal Bird.

The sight of Gotsui men jumping with nets and bare hands on red brown frogs that are hard to see in the same colour as the swamp colour while they get muddy...... very hot and painful to watch.

That's when two young men had instruments available by the swamp.

"It's like they're both trying out a contract. Look at that."

One of them started whistling. A vertical whistle like a recoder. But I don't think he's very good.

"How much does playing skill affect your contract?

"I can't tell you anything. It's up to you to judge."

"He said there are examples of successful contracts where he failed with songs he played confidently and with the sound of beating down instruments in anger"

"I don't know what that is again..."

One of these days the man seemed to have finished blowing one song and when the performance stopped, the Removal Bird rang out in unison.

"Kerakerakerakerakerakerakerakerakera!!

"Ahahahahahahaha!!

With a laugh that cripples Kang, like a human making fun of his opponent.

It was also in the information Mr. Cokin gave me. Removal birds make a vigilant noise if they don't listen and admit to playing. And that alert sounds very unpleasant.

That's what I mean by that nasty sound!... It sure doesn't sound good to hear.

Is that common? The adventurers don't seem to care about it at all. They gather grel frogs for all their chances. It gives rise to another atmosphere that has not been dealt with in a single moment.

"Listen, I know you can tell, but this is the failure. I can't get a contract when this happens. We can start over a couple of times, but if we do too much in a row, it attacks us, so we can stop playing once or twice."

While Mr. Reinhardt is explaining, the other man begins to whistle. This one is worse than the guy just now...... now the removebird laughed out before he finished blowing the song.

Is that what came to his head, the man pulls through a dagger from his hips that he thinks is for protection and goes into the swamp, leaning closer to the Removal Bird.

"Mm, don't... don't be alarmed"

"" "" Ha!

In the words of Master Reinbach, four of the escorts step forward. We're on alert to Mr. Sebastian and Mr. Reinhardt. Your wife came by the area with me.

"Kay!"

"Guh! Hih, hih!!

You felt a sense of crisis with the man approaching you with the blade, the limo bird sounds close to the man. Then shortly afterwards the man's shoulder was shallow and mutilated, screaming.

"Wind magic..."

The other Removal Birds are looking at the man at the same time, and the man is trying to escape from his earlier anger, at first sight with fear and haste. Those who were near it were also involved, and similarly hurried to retreat.

A few removable birds release a windcutter on its back. He seems to be out of precision, but the man is desperate to escape.

"You can't be like that man. Removal birds are warm warcraft, but they're not weak. Yeah, if you try to insult me and follow me with strength, you'll be resisted as you deserve."

Your wife calls my attention, but I'm more concerned about that guy coming this way...... yuck!

The man gets to the swamp's side, but the movement stops if he's distracted there.

A blow fired there captured the man's leg.

"Kuh!? Oh......"

"" 'Earthwall'!!

"Kay!!

The magic that Me and Mr. Camill uttered in an aggressive manner created a wall of dirt between a man and a removable bird.

A dozen windcutters aimed at a man make a scratchy noise, but they succeed in preventing it somehow.

So the windcutter stops, but a loud chirp echoed around the next moment.

"Kukah! Kukah!! Cuckoo!!! Cuckoo!!!!

"Kyaaaa!

"Guh!?

"This!?

"Everybody! Take care!!

You all start to suffer suddenly. As far as the lady was concerned, she trembled and fluttered on the spot, with her wife and Mr. Sebastian hurrying to support her.

What happened suddenly?!?

Looking around, even the adventurers who were in the swamp screamed and squatted like they were suffering or losing their sanity.

This widespread influence, at the same time the strong magic I feel. I don't care what you think this sounds like but... but which bird the hell is it?

Exploring the origins of sound and magic, one of the herds catches his eye in seconds. Apparently, he manipulates the air with wind magic just like my wind magic, turning it up and hanging around. I found it unexpectedly fast thanks to you.

"'Silent'!

Use magic toward one of the sources of magic. If the wind magic stops the air from vibrating, the sound stops at that moment as it was aimed at, and Mr. Reinhardt and the others soften their expressions.

Apparently, it worked... but it was hard.

The others resist as they deserve.

Maybe that one used the magic of amplifying the vibrations of the air, like my 'big voice'. Because we continue to do the opposite with the same wind magic, or it is a battle between magic and magical control. If you get distracted, the sound is going to leak again.

It's reciprocal in its ability to control...... no, it's slowly being pushed. If you lose in control...... this one is a gorilla push!

With more magic than earlier, cast another spell.

"'Silent'!

"... Kukah!

After a few seconds of disobedience, you felt unfavourable. That removebird suddenly flew. That is followed by other removable birds flying in unison. alert to attacks from the sky...... where the flock of birds drifts away at a glance.

"Running away?... a paragraph, huh?

"Kamil treats that man! Jill, Zeph, and Hughes take those who are falling in the swamp by the swamp! Sebastian, where's the area?

Mr. Reinhardt gives instructions and asks Mr. Sebastian that. But the lady answered the question.

"No problem..."

"Areas, are you okay? Don't you feel bad?

"Yeah... suddenly I got scared... but that's all. I'm calm now."

"Right. Good...... thank you, Mr. Lyoma. I'm guessing you did that earlier, didn't you?

"The cause is the ringing of the limo bird, right? For now, it looked like it, so I stopped, but what did they do with that?

"" Huh?

It was the wife and lady who spoke the voice.

"Mr. Lyoma, was there nothing wrong?

"Nothing..."

As loud as I thought the chirping sounded. That's why I could afford to look around... but I was more surprised that the people around me started falling or suffering.

"Shut up, was that all?

"Yes."

A wife twisting her neck in my response, from beside it, Lady Reinbach and Mr. Sebastian gave me an explanation.

"Lyoma, it's probably not just a limo bird that you stopped ringing. Night Mary Moulbird of the upper species. In addition to wind attribute magic, you can also use dark attribute magic. The greatest characteristic is the dark attribute magic that is emitted with the sound of the voice."

"When we hear this, some people cause fear, confusion, and confusion, and they see hallucinations and faint. Like those people."

At the tip of Mr. Sebastian's finger, there were people lying by the swamp. The majority of them, helped out by Mr. Jill and others who were safe, were sitting around, some of them unconscious or still squatting and frightened.

"This is a terrible situation to look at..."

"That's all a strong mental attack is. Even veteran adventurers can let go of consciousness because the strength of the body and the strength of the spirit are different. Most of them will still be newcomers, so it's a natural outcome."

"Being trained doesn't make a difference. It's just bearable."

Speaking of which, I had mental pain tolerance skills, is that why?

If you say so, that's the wife who was twisting her neck! I am convinced by that.

I was too tolerant and didn't seem to feel anything but bearable.

When it comes to mental attacks, they first told me they wouldn't work, but I've never done that kind of magical countermeasure before. It's good that it doesn't work, but I have to be a little bit careful that I didn't even realize I was under attack...

That's how Jill and the others came back. Apparently, the rescue of the people who were there and the treatment of the injured have been completed.

"What's the damage over there?

"There's only one injured person, the man who caused it. It's already been treated, so you'll be able to get back to the city without a problem."

"But what are we going to do? The current commotion has made all the Removal Birds run away."

"Do you want to find a nest?

"That's hard, kid. Removal birds use wind magic to make wind when flying in the sky and ride that wind. Come on. Because of this, the speed and distance of flight are out of step with other Warcraft. The range is wide enough to make it easy to find."

"That's why whoever wants to sign the contract will be ambushed in this swamp. I don't know if I'll be back today, but you want to wait?

"I'll wait. I've come this far. I'd like to try it once."

At the lady's word, we decided to wait here for a while. In time, the adventurers who were by the swamp will gradually recover, and those who had passed out will also wake up.

But today no one was ever willing to keep hunting, or want to walk away from it because of the Dukes. The rest of us decided to build a stone chair a short distance from the swamp and sit down and have a proper chat.

At that time, what I heard is that Nightmare Moorbird's mental attacks are powerful, but that's why they go into combat all the way to the limo birds around them at once when they attack and try to stop them, and the situation gets muddy. To avoid it, it's normal to just endure or escape once.

Was it okay because my silent wasn't an attack, it was just something that stopped the sound? I'm glad to hear in advance that you acted in such a way as to harm Mr. Cokin and the people of the Duke's house to the Removal Bird.

Then the top species of Removal Bird only have sightings once every 10 years, and they say it's a very rare warcraft. It looked terrible, but we were lucky, especially when they saw me clear.

"What did you look like?

"I think you had a slightly darker body color than the other individuals. Even when I say dark, dark eyes...... feel luxurious with deep blue and green. Other characteristics…"

When we spend a proper amount of time chatting, the air suddenly flows soggy for a while.

"It's been a while since you said goodbye to Mr. Lyoma..."

The lady tells me to notice. They came to see the Removal Bird, and to try the contract. So I can say that by the time I got here today, my purpose had almost been achieved. All I have to do is go home, and I don't have much time left with you.

... What can I give you back? I'm lonely...

Right.... would be too pale.

Don't go!...... it's disgusting when an old man over 40 does it!!

It may be okay on the outside, but not on my mind.

I'll see you again.... this is it. I really wish I could say something more thoughtful.

"It's not like we're gonna see each other again, area. Isn't that right, Mr. Lyoma?"

While I was thinking about it, they said it first.

"Absolutely."

If we exchanged letters, we'd know how each other was doing.

"Right...... right! You'll see me again, won't you! Mr. Lyoma, please write to me too, because I will write too!

"I'll write."

"You idiot! If you're a man, give me a hug. Show me!

That's what Mr. Hughes has said and slapped me on the back out of the blue. Thanks to that, I'm about to fall out of my chair.

"Whoa! What are you doing, what are you thinking!? Mr. Hughes, you must be an escort! It would be the stopping side, normal!

"Am I? Look at that. That's funny!

Thumbs up, Mr. Hughes, with a good smile to say so and thumbs up from the grip.

"Is that okay?

"Well, I guess we're friends. As a friend. Yeah."

"I don't know what else to look at. 10 or your age there."

Mr. Reinhardt seems a little complicated, but Master Reinbach doesn't seem to care.

Does the hug feel like a greeting, a target? Like Europe and America.

"See? See, if you're a man, you're gay. I'd rather be embarrassed if I didn't do it more sassy."

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"Gaha!? Oh, you..."

Somehow I got irritated, so I hit the body a little harder. Turning around, the lady and I met each other. I also feel a little red on my face... I have trouble even if it reacts like that... I saw my wife thinking that I could help her, like I did earlier, but she seems to be just watching over what happens. I mean, you're having fun...

"Hey... What... Shit... Guuuuuuuu..."

Mr. Hughes held down his belly, squatted, and asked in boredom.

"Uh... it's a lightning mask"

I'm the one who answered all the questions... but isn't it terrible?

"It's not a blackout! If he hasn't worked this out, he's conscious... how come the blow from the top of his armor hurts so bad..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's a habit."

But it's supposed to be a blow to fight an armored opponent, so you can't help it, can you?

... Hey, my tension is going a little crazy too... calm down, me!

There is also subtle air flowing in between.

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"Pyrrolo, rolo!!

"Huh!?

The subtle air is ripped apart by whistle-like sounds.

From the direction of the sound, a herd of removable birds was coming back here.