Disciple of Immortal

In a room covered in stone walls, two men were facing each other with their desks pinched.

Behind the men, two of their men refrained from each.

He stands silently, but they are all glaring at his opponent's trends.

Both factions, if anything, were to pull out their weapons quickly.

One cracked big man opens his mouth in a touch of instant air.

He was a giant man with as many arms as a tree trunk.

He had a bald head and his eyes were inorganic like vitreous balls.

The name of the big man is Bosguin.

He was the leader of the Bandits for Adventurers, the Cup of Blood.

The Blood Cup was a large band of more than fifty bandits overall.

It is usually divided into different parts of the country and information is exchanged within the organization from time to time.

Executives are feared to have comparable awesome skills to A-level adventurers.

"You know, I don't want to go to war with you either. But we have an extra case. I want to use your hand."

That's what Bosguin said.

In front of the low-profile boss guin, the other man laughed niggly and put his foot on the desk.

"Right. But I don't think it's a bad idea to kill each other here."

"Ki, you......! Master Bosguin, this guy is licking us! Let's do it!

Bosguin's men were annoyed by the negotiators and reached for the sword.

At that moment, Bosguin stood up and shook his arm, beating his own men to pieces.

The sword I tried to erect strikes the universe, and my men are slapped against the wall.

"Up! Bo, Master Bosguin......!

"... my men excused me. Let's keep talking."

Bosguin bowed his head and sat back in the chair.

"Nothing. I wasn't kidding earlier. Bosguin, you can fight on par with me, you're the number of people in this country. With as much power as you have, as an adventurer, it should be easy for you to live and live in earnest with the thrill there. Why did you choose this path? You must be thirsty, blood."

To the man's words, Bosguin shakes his head.

"Give me a break. I'm not as kidding as you. Even the level, it's not that high. All I want is to take and offend, that's all. Don't get me involved in dying, you lunatic."

Bosguin did not take their words properly, but responded calmly.

The man seemed to have been shredded by the way he looked, exhaling.

"Bosguin, you don't know anything. The Blood Cup is also known for its extent. It is just one indicator, such as level. I don't give in sadly knowing they're on the level. Rather, it would be a great opportunity to increase your level, such as someone above you."

"It's no use provoking. Besides, your opponent is different."

"Hmm?"

"Let me get to the point. This is the information the men at Blood Cup grabbed. It was kept in the treasure trove of the royal castle... the scepter brought in by a transworldly transferee hundreds of years ago, the Red Right Scepter, was brought out."

"They brought it up, right? Are you sure about that? I don't think the royal family would inadvertently imitate that."

To the man's doubts, Bosguin nods.

"Yes, until now, the Red Right Wand has been a substitute for the treasure trove because no one can handle it. It was supposed to be a meaningless item now that only those who had made a covenant with the Great Spirit, sealed in the wand, were entitled to the wand and that the reincarnated, who was the owner, had died"

"Then why now...?

"If you are an S-class adventurer in the magic city of Manarak, Cotone in the Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand), it is possible that you can ignore the gear conditions of the Red Right Wand. The royal family will send a messenger to Manarak to transfer the Red Right Wand to Cotone."

Demonic damage in the region has become harsh in recent years.

There was also a demon king disturbance in Manarak some time ago, and Cotone made a significant contribution to that crusade, the Royal Castle had reported so.

The royal family also expects Cotone as a force of war.

In addition to strengthening his power, he had the purpose of turning down Cotone's exit, which is rumored to be less sincere in crusading demons.

"Without the Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand), it would be just an ornament such as the Red scepter. But the rich collector who craves the ornament has sesame seeds. Do you understand?"

A man laughed niggardly at Bosguin's words.

"I see. So you're going to keep an eye on Cotone in order to plunder the Red scepter? But I'm afraid of the key Cotone, that's why."

"... oh yeah. But, Rovis, I expect you to cross with the Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand) with the help of your men. Of course, I can lend you as many of my men as I want."

Bosguin's negotiating man...... Rovis knocked his back to the chair and put his arms around him with satisfaction.

"Okay, I'll give you a ride. But I don't need your help. When the time comes, you'll vandalize Manarak and keep him out of the way. Hugh... The next opponent is The Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand) or Not Bad"

Rovis took a seat and turned his back on Bosguin.

"Miscellaneous soldiers are enough for you. You don't have to call Black Reaper, we'll let these three do it. We're headed to Manarak, Damia, Yozakura."

"Yes, Master Rovis"

Yozakura responded and Damia nodded loudly and twice.

"We're not the only ones targeting the Red Warrant Wand. Mind you, an unexpected strong man may be lurking in Manarak."

"Is that telling us?

Rovis waved his arms at him flickering as he turned his back on Bosguin.

"Let me get this straight. Bosguin, I came here with the intention of killing you. I only did it on your suggestion because I was interested in the Red Right Wand commotion. Simply because I lost interest in you. We Black Reapers are not a sweet little bunch like Blood Cup. Your fangs are blunt, boss, while you're swarming monkey generals."