27 Lesson 27: Monks and Clowns (1/2)

In the woods were a woman wearing white monk clothes and a cane, ”Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, and a man wearing a silk hat on a tuxedo.

Surrounded by a herd of goblins. That number, five.

Men don't seem to be able to fall and move. A monk woman is leaning on her knees. It's not safe as it is.

- A monk and one of the colorless ”mundane”!?

Why are ordinary people in the dungeon, and on the fifth floor? And I doubt it, but I don't have time for that.

I scream at Prine as I run.

”Shoot me some magic so I don't hit them!

”Ha, ha, so, in time!

”I'll stop!

Focus on your feet for more acceleration. But it's still a step too late. Goblin is still waving his stick up to the monk.

Then!

- [Battle moves] Money investment ”Zeninague”!

Bing.

And a plurality of round coins appeared over his left hand resting on his hips, and he flew it with his right hand so as to grope it.

Shhh!

Boom, and the heads of the goblins blow. All five, almost simultaneously. My tossed coins blew right into their heads.

”Ahhh!

Monks screaming at sudden events.

Naturally because the head of the monster who was about to attack himself suddenly blew up.

War moves, money investment ”Zeninague”.

I tried not to think about it, but, well, I knew what it would do when I got the skills.

This is a 'throw your possession as a weapon' coin 'move. The higher the job level, the more powerful it will be, but it will naturally increase the amount spent.

Adventurers enter the Dungeon Guild when they defeat monsters or do quests. This move is not about real money, it's about spending that amount. Perhaps the money you earned from defeating the monster today has disappeared in the current one.

It was a very convenient, but also an awesome, destructive overall attack with a fast range of attacks, but it was a move that didn't fit well in terms of amount. Ten goblins have to be knocked down to throw that one. Ah, no. I don't want to think about it.

Well.

”Are you all right?

Reach out to the monk sitting on the ground nagging.

She's a beautiful, tender-looking blonde.

The monk looked up at me, looked at the hand I offered him, looked at me again,

- Yes, sir.

and took my hand, as if I had fallen in love somehow.

”Um, warrior. What's your name?”

”It's Larna.”

”Dear Larna...... Nice name......”

Po, and the monk who turns red.

What's the matter? Did you take the poison?

”My name is Martina. Martina Hingy, monk level seven.”

”I'm Warrior Level 15. There was a...”

and see the prine running from behind.

”Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, slow, ha, pretty?

The prine that chased him saw how me and Mr. Martina were doing.

………………………………

Did it make any sense to solidify for a moment, soot, and grab my arm close to me, and lean back to show it to Mr. Martina?

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The falling tuxedo man was a gray-haired uncle. It feels like a sinister dandy.

He is bleeding with an arrow in his belly. It looks painful.

”You're going to potion”

When I try to retrieve an item,

”No, not at all.”