Disciple of Immortal

I looked familiar to the man leading the queue of goblins.

When I left the Adventurer Alliance, I was just wrong.

"Hihihi...... I sold Mr. Octavio a fight, to resent your own retards. If I'd just handed him the magic bag then, he'd have had it all his life."

The little man purposefully hid his mouth with his hands and laughed out loud.

This guy... is around Octavio.

Apparently, that goblin queue was deliberately led by that little guy.

It may also be an effect of provoking demons on the horn whistles in your hands to see how the goblins are unusually furious.

Still, I'm too handy.

While we were getting ready, were we using our connections to uncover our plans and get ahead of ourselves?

Thorough, obviously more used to it.

"This hand is the least rotten. Simply during the request, the dump is processed as dead. In case you have testimony, you won't be the first to be guilty if you keep cutting Syrah that you didn't have any malice. You sucked to have been with a prominent half-elf little girl. Miscellaneous fish wish they were obeying adults, but that's what happens because they defy weird. Mr. Octavio hates being disobeyed by miscellaneous fish like you."

The little man behaved like a horn and took out something like a yellow dough.

And he threw it toward Pomera.

"Smell Dumplings"... I refined the fermented fruit and rot, it's my handmade. Clever, right? "

I've heard goblins come together to smell rotten meat.

Perhaps that is an item intended to turn the demon consciousness on.

Using that, I suppose it's an arithmetic that switches the targets of the goblins, rubs them against us, and runs away.

"Ahhh!

"Give in, Mr. Pomera!

I jumped out in front of Pomera and took the little man's thrown dough.

The little guy came near us and then looked back at the goblin and ran straight past the side to try to escape.

"Chip... I didn't know they'd take it clean. It was meant to be insurance, but it wouldn't be a problem. I have far faster legs than you chick adventurers! I'll teach you as a senior. Depending on the level of difference, some manifest themselves as the clearest difference over power and magic. It's leg speed! Goblin's target has shifted to you..."

I followed the little man to the side and gently paid his legs to pull him down on the spot.

"You're lying, anything is too fast...... agh!

A little man flashly punched his body to the ground.

"Sure... the difference in the easiest way to understand was the speed of travel"

I got eyes on the little man's raised face.

He turned his face bright blue and opened his mouth flashly.

"Yes, what the hell, you, there are dozens of levels...?

... As for this little guy, he seems to assume he's not in level 100.

I still don't know much about this world, but I wonder if Renaele still worked me out too much.

I wonder if it was a long underground labyrinth and just a little out of touch.

The little man has brought in, twenty goblins looming.

You can't be seen by Pomera or this little guy erasing goblins with the Hero Sword Gilgamesh.

I put my sword back into the sheath.

"Ka, Kanata, it's too early to give up! Pomera will do her best, too... and that person should have no choice but to cooperate more than this happened. The three of us, let's get out of here somehow..."

I stepped forward, grabbed Goblin Reader's stick with my bare hands and kicked him gently in the chest.

The meat is chopped a thousand times, the bones are broken, and the upper body of the red spotted little ghost disappears to the horizon.

"Is...?

I could see the expression disappearing from the little man's face.

... kicking may be difficult to apply or subtract force.

I threw a knife through the kid's abdomen on the other side and quickly pulled it back.

This time, the wreckage didn't have to fly far.

Maybe this will do.

If you pull before the blood sticks, your robe won't even get so dirty.

After the turmoil, a mountain of goblin wreckage was rising.

In time, it won't be a minute.

If it's about goblins now, it doesn't seem scary even if hundreds of them have hung together.

... rather than unlock the magic, though more is likely to end up in one shot.

"Ka, Kanata, what the hell..."

Says Pomera as she puffs her mouth.

... Exactly. No more deception seems to work.

You wouldn't know if you kept your mouth shut about the level four digits though.

"Mi, mi, missed me! No... oh, I was threatened by Mr. Octavio...!

The little man was sweating like a waterfall from his bright blue face.

I gave in, took the earlier horn from the little man, threw it into the universe and punched him.

The horn was shattered.

I stare at the little man from the front.

He opened his eyes and breathed.

"Oh, oh, I'm leaving this city! I'll make sure you never get into your sight again! So... so!

I meditated my eyes and thought a little.

This man... was coming to kill me and Pomera.

From the mouthfeel, maybe it's not my first offense.

But I didn't feel like killing the person I was begging for my life.

"... tell Octavio, tell him. I'll never forgive you next time," he said.

"Wow, wow, okay! I'll be sure to tell Mr. Octavio too!

After getting up out of breath, the little man tried so hard to drag his hooked leg back to the city by me.

... Hopefully Octavio won't think about doing us any more extra.

Octavio seemed to dislike humans who were inferior in strength but in a privileged position than he was.

If I hear this story from that little guy, I wonder if he could pull it off......