have their whole tribe attack.”
“Goblins are also aware how far the humans’ sphere of influence extends. They know how much of a pain a huge invasion would be, especially the stronger, more clever, elite types.
“Plus, if Nabe can use tier-three magic, then even the more elite types will be a piece of cake.”
“I see. I just want you to be aware, though, that there are some goblins who can use tier-three magic, too. Just for reference, would you mind telling me the names of the monsters we are likely to encounter?”
All the Swords of Darkness members looked immediately at Ninya, who assumed a professorial expression and began his explanation. “The monsters we often encounter are goblins and their pet wolves. I have no records of encountering any other wild beasts that put up much of a fight in this area. On the plain, the most dangerous thing we could encounter would probably be an ogre.”
“So we won’t be going into the forest?”
“No, the forest is quite dangerous. We could probably handle jumping leeches, giant beetles, and the like, but the hanging spiders that dangle down from the trees and the forest worms that come out of the ground to swallow you whole are a bit tough.”
I see.
Ainz nodded.
So we’ll fight the monsters that spill out of the forest onto the grass.
“So that’s the job, Momon. How about it? Will you help us out?”
“Uh…I suppose…but actually, before that, could you tell me what kind of reward we’ll get?”
“Oh yeah. That’s important, isn’t it? Since there are two teams, yours and mine, we’ll split it in half.”
“Considering the number of members in each team, that’s awfully nice and generous of you.”
“But if some monsters appear, we’ll have you guys take half of them, and we can only use up to tier-two magic. I think it balances out if you take those things into account.”
Ainz pretended to think for a moment and then nodded. “That’s fine by me. It’s a deal. And since we’re going to be working together for a while, I’ll go ahead and show you my face.”
Ainz removed his helmet. Mild surprise registered on the faces of the four adventurers.
“…Black hair and black eyes, like Nabe. You’re definitely not from around here. I heard that down south there’s a country where people look like you… Are you from that area?”
“Yeah. I traveled a pretty long ways.”
“He’s older than I thought…kind of an old dude.”
“Don’t be rude! A warrior on a level equal to a tier-three magic user would be about that age!”
“Miss Nabe must have learned so fast!”
Ainz had sharp enough hearing that he could pick up the other three’s whispers. He felt a little young to be called an “old dude,” but compared to these kids, he probably
was
old. Considering people came of age here at sixteen, he was pretty ripe.
“Well, now that you’ve seen my face, I’ll cover it up again,” he said, replacing his helmet. “If it got around that we’re both foreigners, there might be trouble.”
He smiled under his helmet. He’d used a low-tier illusion that would break if it were touched, but he was glad he’d thought of it.
“Okay, if we’re going to go hunting together, we should get any questions out of the way ahead of time. Do you have anything you’d like to ask?”
“Yes!”
In response to Ainz’s question, a hand flew into the air. It was Lukrut. When he saw no one else had anything to ask, he threw a question loudly at Narberal. “What exactly is the relationship between you two?”
Silence.
Ainz couldn’t fathom why he would ask such a thing.
Peter and the rest could, though, and keenly.
“…We’re friends.”
Lukrut’s reaction to Ainz’s answer completely disrupted the mood of the meeting. “I’m in love! It’s love at first sight! Will you go out with me?”
Everyone stared at him. When they realized he hadn’t said it as a well-intentioned joke, their eyes moved to Narberal. Under
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