The adventurer was stripping off the chest armor of the Captain Bandit, as if he didn't even know I was staring. The corpse is dead with its face impregnated, and he takes off his chest armor smoothly with a greedy hand, whether it's good or bad.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Once I asked for that ridiculous sight. Maybe he'll take off his chest armor and bring it to me. 'Oh! You have won the battle! Look at this. I took it off in advance, just in case you had a hard time! "After four years of good work, I can offer you a drink. No matter how adventurous they are, they won't even have Dori. It's up to him to kill himself. This is natural common sense.
I'm more likely to misunderstand what my mind has twisted. The causal relationship is right after Salphin before he fights first.
"Huh? Take off your armor. Why."
"What are you going to do with your armor off?"
"Of course you have to sell it. Are you coveted? Fuck off."
However, my expectation seemed to have gone well.
I thought seriously about pulling back the knife I put in the moment and cutting his throat. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. That's it, Steel. 돚 This is the most basic skill used by the cubs.
In other words, he was trying to steal my stuff.
In the presence of his master.
"No, fuck it. That's mine."
"What the fuck is this asshole?"
"Bullshit is what fucking Neg and her mom say when they get dumped by the Orcs."
"What, what?! You, what did you say? What did my mother do?!"
I don't even know the subject. Suddenly, I stuffed it from the top, so the padlip bounced off reflexively.
He doesn't take off his armor to see if he's angry. Unlike Koreans accustomed to padding, foreigners were not resistant to padding. Modern Koreans, such as' slow-witted whores', can only hear one word that doesn't do any damage. His face soon became flustered. He was the Hong Ik-human who only heard the words.
I look at it and it's less tall than me. I was better equipped with a quality armor, and the knife was left on the floor as I searched for the body. If I fight like this, I'll win. What the hell happened to this guy?
"Neg ami oak dick. That son of a bitch you're taking off your armor for, because I killed her?"
"What if you killed him? Wasn't he the one who picked up the Sichendae first? And if you insult my mother one more time, I will kill you."
What the hell am I supposed to say when I kill you here, make you a corpse, and then take your belongings? No, didn't you learn to register an adventurer's guild because it's common sense to only take what you kill?
"Slow whore."
I pulled a knife just in case. Even though I told him not to, it was kind of a dump to blow the paddle again.
I had no intention of compromising my opponent. Winia should be enough to kill me in a strike to force me to absurdity. It's unforgivable that such an arrogant bastard is so close to me. Adventurers are the kind of people who eat with their body.
"Why? Killing?"
With the sword drawn, he danced. He found a knife dancing around his waist, but your knife is rolling over there, asshole. His face turns blue when he realizes there is no knife in the waist dance.
It was red, it was blue, it was just a tadpole.
"Fuck off, or I'll kill you."
I said to him with a knife. It seems that there is no disgusting armor, so stabbing him like this will not avoid fatal injuries. What is important in the fight is also equipment and weight.
"Cheat... I can't help it!"
Still, he spits on the floor and turns around like he's bluffing. If you do this sensibly, you have to apologize first, and if you don't, I'm going to let the tap go completely.
"Where are you going?"
"What?"
"Leave everything you have before you go."
"What a chewy..."
I tried to steal someone else's stuff and didn't apologize, so I had to get some mental damage compensation. I pushed the knife even more and demanded a false accusation.
"You tried to steal my stuff. You don't know what you're talking about? I should be compensated for the damage."
"... hum!"
The well-bitten one is troubled, and he has the guts. This son of a bitch had a bigger distribution than I thought. Why do you do that kind of distribution?
"prick, prick, asshole."
"Yeah? Then we have to stab. I'll find the best and the best in your corpse. Take a good look!"
I just popped out.
"Oh, okay! I'll give it to you!"
"That's how it should have come out."
- I didn't go out.
He halfway through the hull, throwing a bundle of leather at me. Catch it and step back five steps and check the inside, and you'll see that it's full of Cooper coins. This much... seemed like a silver.
A spare wallet? It's common sense for adventurers to carry multiple wallets for security. I thought it would be okay to take this king, but I decided not to interrogate him anymore after feeling relieved by the sudden crossroads. Yeah, well. Shiva could be poisoned by someone else's! It's okay, it's okay! I'll forgive you!
It was the tribe of adventurers who could forgive even the enemies of their parents if they were 1 Silver.
"What's your name?"
"... James."
"That's a common fucking name. I guess Neg and Amy were just too annoyed to name each other. Now get the fuck out."
"..."
On that path, James turned off as if he didn't deserve it. Let's take off the breastplate. I'm starting to pound already.
"Hey, Merchant Master! He took my money! As an employer, don't you think you should take action?"
At that time, James changed his words to the middle-aged man in the green hat, the merchant in charge of the merchant. All right, I've decided. I'll have to kill James and intercept all the property.
"... it seems to me that you are the first to commit robbery."
"Haah?"
"If you cause trouble, it's contract destruction."
"..."
However, it was a counter-electrode. James fled to the other side of the wagon whilst swirling. He said he was in a terrible mood to seek revenge for his chances. He promised to kill him whenever he had the chance.
Anyway, the merchant who expelled James called me that way.
"More than that, you helped me defeat the bandits. Defeating the Bandit Leader in an instant was a great skill."
"No, what."
It's not that I'm good at it, it's just that he was being careless. It is easy for a man to die with a simple stone. Even if he was sober, he wouldn't have scored in vain.
"Apparently, the courage is good. What do you think? If you go to the city, don't you want to work as an escort in our Merchant Guild? If you use my letter of recommendation, you'll be hired right away."
"Unfortunately, I'm tired of climbing."
"Well, that's too bad."
I was attracted by the fact that I could be trained like the soldiers of the Merchant Corps, but I didn't want to make this ascension a living. If you live like this every day, you'll probably become a crazy son of a bitch with no hobbies other than murder.
I can't afford such a future.
The Merchant Guild returned and I finally took the loot from the corpse of the Blacksmith Bandit. It was literally Farming. Once I took off my chest armor. I felt moderate heaviness in the iron breastplate, making me feel better. I immediately wore a chest armor without a cape. The breastplate is like mine from the beginning, the sheep in my arms.
"Oh, fuck! What a mess!"
It completely protected the chest and upper back, and was not at all uncomfortable moving. I think I can defend against injustice strikes with this. I searched for the body again, savoring the satisfaction that arose.
Once I took off my clothes. The clothes are so dirty that I didn't intend to take them. I took off my clothes and got two wallets. I checked the amount with my trembling hands and put it in my arms. Three silver seemed to be the problem. This will be his former property. I was very happy, but on the other hand, I hated that the bastard named Captain was so poor.
"... three silver!"
Bandits carry all their possessions in their arms, just like ordinary adventurers. His wealth is the same as his body, so he cannot be separated from his body.
I'm just a bunch of bastards who are the same bandit. What can I trust and hide my fortune in the same place? It's the best you have. So I was lucky. This guy was good at keeping money, so I could take care of everything.
"No, for fuck's sake!"
He even had a fancy necklace! I took it off right now, put it around my neck, and put it in my clothes. My heart was about to explode! How much is this! It was better to have a man in it than to kill a monster! This is why you bastards are all robbed!
I took everything I could with such excitement.
Knives, boots, armor, money. I almost lost my mind to the scent of unbelievable droptems. My equipment was upgraded in no time. In the case of boots, I tied that strap to my waist. If you go to the city, you'll be able to sell at least 20 coopers. The knife is full at the waist, and this one will be shot if you sell it to the forge.
Wow, I can't believe it's a four-silver cash collar with some equipment and necklace. I was born with the idea that I was good at volunteering for the first Merchant Escort Mission. Of course I didn't want to do it twice.
Above all, I really liked this breastplate that is now mine. You'll need at least a dozen silver to get something like this. It rolls in for free, so I can't cut it off without screaming.
I'd love to sell this to the forge, but I've decided to use it for the future. It would be nice to name this breastplate at this time.. Well, what would be good?
"Oh, right."
Then there was another killer. The psychopath adventurer shook his hand freshly as he searched the streets a few times. He seems to have been waiting to share the loot with me, of course.
"Friend, let's split the loot in half!"
He smiles refreshingly. I smiled at that tension too.
"Good!"
"Well, what if I split the cash in half, and the goods?"
"Bitter, then..."
Unfortunately, the bandits I and this Mohican-style adventurer treated cowardly as two to one were poor. We each shared 15 coopers, and we thought about how to share the only remaining property, the knife.
"It's a little ambiguous to share this."
"If you sell it to the Forge, you'll get 30 Coopers."
I proposed it after my troubles.
"Hey, if you give me the 15 coopers I just shared, I'll just hand them over to you. It's too vague to share, just to agree. How's it going?"
"Really? It's me."
I feel a little damaged, but it was difficult to increase the load.
Given that the spoils are all distributed, the situation has become short-lived. There were no surviving bandits, and there were two adventurers who died of bleeding and shock. I got back on my sleepyhead. Still, I could bear it because I made this much money. This was the first time I had this big money in my life.
I think the journey ahead will be enjoyable.
What kind of city was Isvant, really expected?
I'll make some money. Maybe we should go to a decent restaurant and grease the boat.