16 Fifteen Stories A New Sharp Party: The Black Clown

Three tiers of dungeons.

Large frogs, poisonous hills, mosquitoes and other monsters are trekking in the swamps.

There are many large and small swamps, slippery underfoot, and easy to take.

It was therefore perceived as a hierarchy more dangerous than one or two hierarchies.

For that matter, the income earned is also significant, but there are not many adventurers who can make money in these three tiers.

Four skilled racial parties who also finished their hunt tonight were putting up tents on the spectacular ground and finishing their camp preparations.

Leave your night shift for tomorrow and get some sleep.

All around level 50 in race (human).

It's a veteran party I've hunted in the swamps many times.

Take turns at night for two.

Before the burning fire, two people on the night shift chat to forget drowsiness.

The content is naturally adventurous.

"I hear the beast race got involved in the race and made a scene before this. But the opponent recently appeared at a racially new party called" The Black Clown, "where he couldn't possibly have fought and got bogged down? I heard that the most prestigious beast races got bogged down from time to time, and your chest was faded."

The eyes of the party, Subaran, who is in charge of the opponent, leaks to the bottom of his heart with white water in his mouth.

Gilbert, who is also in charge of the avant-garde at bedtime, inquires as he strokes his jaw with a scratchy, gothic palm.

"What do you mean," what about Kuro "?

"You don't know? It's the most sought-after adventurer party ever. We're talking about a clown masked boy, a golden knight, and a fairy princess, who reached the Dungeon 5 hierarchy already in just a few days."

A boy in a clown's mask is attacking a dungeon following a woman as beautiful as The Fairy Princess, who appears in a gay tale with a golden armored knight.

From the hood to the boy's clown mask and black hair, I began to call them 'black clowns' at some point.

To this story Gilbert turned his frigid gaze to his companion.

"Come on, Subaran, you've got nothing to take charge of. We can't reach the fifth level in a few days. We'll stain the skeleton, you know. If you're gonna lie, make it a little more realistic."

"No, no, because it's true. In fact, I'm talking about Yeti's Demon Stone being brought into the Adventurer's Alliance. There are many adventurers who actually saw it on the spot. It's just, how do the Black Clowns dive to five levels? No one seems to know how..."

Moreover, Subaran tells the content of an incredible fact.

"Besides, the boy with the clown mask is that age, and he can chant and destroy the magic of the tactical class"

"... no, no, that's just the law. Whatever magic amateur you are, I won't be fooled. No matter how much avant-garde I am, I've been doing the slaughtered tension for years. It's about the basics of magic."

"I also know how Gilbert feels. I doubted my ears at first. But there's this guy who actually saw me discard the chant. And he's not just an adventurer or anything, he's a racial magician."

"Oh, that red-haired sibling sister, Mia"

Mages are rare in race.

And even more so if it's a woman.

Mia is dropping out of sorcery school because of financial problems, but from an adventurer, she didn't turn into a sorcerer.

At the time her figure appeared in this city, a party of several races spoke up, but Mia's people-to-people defeated violently over having brothers. When I forcefully solicited him to anger the sorcerer, no one else would ever get their hands on him later when they were afraid to fight back.

From other species, there was a bias that 'there would be no use for a racial magician anyway', and furthermore she could not be heard from other species from a line that they could not personally give way to 'pride such as bowing their heads to a race inferior to ourselves'.

It seems that Mia, famous from such a part, was talking excitedly in the dining room.

"Battle class (Combat class), too, but I chanted away the magic of Tactix class," he said.

Gilbert rattles his throat out of nervousness with 'Sawdust'.

"... if that's true, that's a hell of a story. Race makes chant breaks for Tactics Class, etc. He's a genius of sorcery - no, he's not a hero or a rebirth of a brave man, is he?

If this is a magical elf, demon, or dragon race (DragonNewt), I can understand it.

But the story says the race did it.

My common sense as an adventurer tells me that 'it's impossible for heaven and earth to turn upside down' actually happened.

It is more impossible to tell you not to be surprised.

Drink Gilbert's surprise as Subaran licks the white water.

"Hero, the rebirth of a brave man... makes a good analogy for Gilbert. I want that hero or brave man to overturn this damned racism in the future. Every time we have something, we look down on ourselves."

"Well, it's true... discrimination against other races (us) is really terrible. I even think it's getting worse these days than it used to be."

"Really? I feel terrible for a long time - but I'm so sorry. I drank a little too much."

Subaran rises with Scop in his hand.

Let's go to the bathroom after drinking too much white water.

Tell Gilbert to make fun of him.

"Dig and bury the hole properly. I don't want to reveal it at night, smelling like an omelet."

"I know. Don't be attacked by monsters because you're not the party's ear and ear."

"Ha, say it. Come on, let's go. Don't get your pants wet."

"Omae, tell me."

The men don't fail to be vigilant while talking stupid.

Subaran moves away from the burning fire to avoid the smell and steps out into the darkness.

Exactly within my people, though, I don't feel like showing up in the middle. That's why we took the distance and moved into the dark.

Dig a hole in the ground far enough away.

"Phew..."

You can stay standing for a man.

At the end of the street I washed my hands with dirt and filled the hole with scoops.

When shallow, the smell burns, and it even reaches the tent, so the more veterans you become, the deeper you bury and consolidate.

Rookie doesn't know it. He buries it in the eye and fails.

How many times did Subaran fail to be jerked off by his people during the rush out times too......

"Good memories now...... I guess not. Gilbert's stinks too much to call the camp a good memory."

Fu remembered and I was angry, so I went back to the burning side to tell Gilbert I was sleeping with him again even one of my dislikes.

Gilbert, who had broken up a few minutes earlier, sat round a giant like a bear and was on fire.

But he wasn't there anymore like that.

"Huh!?

"It's disrespectful to keep you waiting for me in the midst of a bug race."

On the ground, Gilbert's body with his neck severed from his torso.

And step on it, a strange elf-speed man stood.