He was exhausted too. How could he chase him while keeping his distance?
It was hard to ignore the strength of an adult who was trained to roll the world around. The quality of practical experience is different from those bastards. If you fight to die, you will eventually be an adult.
"How far are you chasing me!"
And I was a seasoned hunter who could calmly pursue a weakened sense of hunting. Did you think I'd chase you down the right way? It's too immature, it's a petty idea. If you stole the money, you should at least have the strength to flee to the other side of the planet.
"To the death!"
The value of a 5-Silver in an adventurer society is, in extreme terms, different from its mother's true value. Those adventurer bastards grabbed five silver and said, "Take this and kill your father! 'If you say so, in a bright voice,' yes! 'All they laughed at was their father. Fucking scumbags. When I was in F class, I was really badly beaten.
I've lost track of the story, and if I conclude, I'm going to grab that kid and hit the ground. It was now an inevitable fate. As long as he touched my money, he had to die. I don't want to kill him, but I have to kill him first.
In fact, unlike adventurers, criminals, the poor don't have much to lose.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I'll see you with one left hand now, hmm."
I tried to repent. Of course, I don't intend to look at it with one wrist.
"Khh...!"
That's when he turns around. I put the blade forward and chased him and turned the direction. A few minutes to hit the alleyway like that. I finally got out of the alley.
"... this place?"
Past the alley, it was not a paradise, and a full-scale slum appeared. Behind the buildings that were about to collapse was a desolate plank. Is this the central square of the Slum? The shanty village and the like are set along the head of the circle. Overall, Yellow was a poor neighborhood. I feel bad seeing my past.
There were more and more stalls and similar affordable facilities. Above all, there were many slums turning around. They began to stare at me as if I were a stranger, Yang. Not a very good look.
"What are you looking at, you sons of bitches? You're not going away?"
After a few swipes of the sword and a few shots, the crowds each left on their own path. The pickpockets did not appear to have disappeared in the middle of the crowd. Chew, find the real bitch here.
Oh, yeah.
Thinking about it, he's black hair.
Black feet are not very common in this neighborhood. The only thing with black hair was the giant nomads and the barbarians. If such a characteristic black haired girl eats and lives in a snatch, someone must know it.
Anyway, I felt like my head would explode with anger because I had to get back five silver. I barely calmed down and started asking the poor people who were rolling around.
"Hey, excuse me. I'm looking for someone."
"..."
The first target was an unarmed elder. I talked to him with the intention of beating him to death, but I felt sad to see that he didn't even pretend to listen to me because he had severe Alzheimer's disease. Let's ask someone else.
"Hey, excuse me. I'm looking for a person."
"... people?"
The next thing I asked was a young man in a dwarf sphere who grew his head and beard as a stabler. It was also unarmed. No, beyond the unarmed, but I'm wearing it. His dried ribs were revealed.
"Yes, people. Have you never seen a girl with a head like mine? She's my sister. I came here after hearing rumors that I live here."
"Oh, I know. You mean that barbarian pickpocket bitch."
"Do you know where you live?"
My brother just brought me the right words, and things went better than I thought. He mentioned pickpocketing. I knew it. If a person is characteristic, it can be rumored.
"Money."
He reaches out his hand as he strokes his beard.
"Yes?"
"Give me the money. Give me the money and I'll let you know."
"Maybe... I don't have a wallet right now, but I'll give you an example just this once..."
However, there was nothing I had because I had just been snatched. I tried to ask for favors somehow because I was the one who had to do it.
Of course I can't help it. I can't knock innocent people. There's no reason to make such a fuss.
"No? Then fuck off, you asshole."
"What?"
At that moment, I thought I heard something wrong.
"What, asshole? What did you say?"
By chewing on the words, I found myself cursed. Rage soared against the pickpockets that were barely oppressed. Reflectively, his hands splashed out.
"Uh, uh...? Khh, Khh! Now, wait!"
"Motherfucker, you're humiliated all of a sudden?"
I grabbed his branch. It was a very small and petty sphere, so it came into my hands. He squeezes his hand and squeaks.
"Hey, what did you say? Say it again."
"Hugh, huff! Ugh!"
"No, fuck! Say it again, why don't you say it! You're a dick, man. You're a dick, man! I've been looking for Nin, you bitch!"
- Yikes!
- Bummer!
I grabbed him and threw him on the floor.
"Krog!"
It was so light that I thought I was lifting a dry handkerchief. I threw my foot at the one who was united with the floor.
- Puebuck, puck! Puck!
"Argh! Argh! Ouch!!!"
It was a transcendental attack with the power of the Taekwondo Triangle. As I was so desperate that I was just about to leave, violence was hardly an understatement.
"Motherfucker! Speak! Let's make it pretty! Yes!"
"Huff, huff! Stop! Stop! Brothers! Help!"
"I'm your brother, you son of a bitch!"
The assault lasted until my feelings were relieved. From time to time, the poor around me spill over, but I flee in fear because they stare at me with a fierce face. You have to go out strong for the damn poor to see no harm.
"Ughhhh..."
By making him a slut, I was able to obtain useful information. The black-footed girl was an orphan who lived without a place to live and paid for her snatching.
I wanted to avoid the situation by hitting Goura, so I kept asking the same thing with my fist for about five minutes, and there was no error in the answer.
"I mean it! Trust me!"
Then maybe this is all he knows.
"I see. Then take out everything you have."
"Yes, yes? Uh, no!"
"There's nothing there, so I live with Nin Mull. This son of a bitch lied to me!"
"Khhhhhhhh!"
I still seem to be out of my mind, so I unhooked the belt knife and beat it for the first time. He clumsily raised his arms and tried to stop me, but that fragile arm could never stop my screening. I grabbed his forearm and beat the screamer.
"Argh! Enough! Please stop!"
He looks at my contemporary swordsmanship and screams with emotion. This is why people go to the Sword Contest. The cheer of the seer was the best prize. I was satisfied.
"Without it! Take off your pants! You bastard!"
In the end, all he had to do was get information about the pickpocket and take out five coopers. I thought I'd take off my pants too, but it was so dirty that I just gave it to the passing lady.
Turning into a vine, he turned back and headed to the bottom of the slum. I started to panic by asking the middle-income poor to answer kindly as if everyone had suddenly changed.
This place smelled good, too. The Slum was not a similar place to my second home. I lived in the Krashheim Slum during my fifth year in the world. It was a hell of a memory.
It was time to explore the slums.
"Hey, black hair."
"Huh?"
Someone called me up and set me up.
.. there will be no good reason for calling me from this place. I glanced at the front and left with a cold, firm body. There was no enemy there. Are you still under siege?
The fugitive route... we should run that way first.
"..."
I put my hand on the handle of the knife and slowly looked back.
I had to be prepared for the worst.
"Oh, you got something to do with me?"
I scanned them with a bluff.
There were six males who did not look very well nourished. Everything I wore was roughly as poor as I was going to the convenience store. He was half dressed as a jerk and half undressed.
However, the knives they held in their hands were never the product of poverty.
It was a back alley robbery.
I've judged coldly how many I can kill if I hit you now.
It was too big not to come out in armor. Iron chest armor in my quilted armor. And if he had been at the gauntlet, he would not have covered the front and back, but would have just run like a dog, sliced it all up, and asked questions.
But now I'm dressed in plain clothes, only with a knife.
... this is a little difficult.
"Busy business... looking for your sister?"
"Oh, can you find him? Thank you for this."
"I didn't know he had an ovary like this."
"I didn't think my sister was going to retake it."
I didn't really know that.
I had a sister who didn't even know she was here, and she stole my wallet. There is nothing but shock and fear (there is also fierce anger).
"... you made Rodin a slut. He's a poor guy, though. Even so, don't you think it's too much to take away your pants?"
The one who was talking to me frowned all of a sudden to see if he was in a bad mood. Was the name of the guy I made a slut with earlier?
It was a natural mystery that he also had a name. By human power, we cannot uncover all the mysteries of nature.
"Who's Rodin? And what do you guys have to do with my sister?"
I'm starting to wonder seriously.
I don't know what they have to do with my sister.
"You need a little more in-depth conversation, don't you? As a hyperprotectionist personally... I need to find out what friends my sister made. When I make bad friends with Jill... my heart hurts, doesn't it?"
- Gross.
"I need to find out what my sister's friends are."
I pulled a knife with a moderate stabbing.
An elongated body of Bastard Sword flows out with a knife.
Unfortunately, I still have to feed the knife today.
"Me, crazy noise!"
At that time, a rustling voice echoed from the back of the elders. I knew this voice. How could I forget my sister's voice? Oh, this isn't it. She's not my sister.
"I had nothing to do with that bastard! Just kill your brothers! Where the hell are you coming from?"
The black girl went through the crowd and came forward. In the face of that shocking fact, the worker was silently overwhelmed. Yes, she's not my sister. It was so amazing that my head would get all dizzy.
The slaughter boiled in a shocking reversal.
I think my eyes will just flip.
"... what's going on?"
A man said.
Ha, fuck.
A golden holiday. I don't know why I should be sledding and slumming on a city festival day with the good intention of cleansing the Undead. I started to have skepticism about my life. Suicide is tolerated by looking at Claudie.
Anyway, it's a target discovery.
I'll kill them all.
"Oh, fuck, yeah. The patterns onahall stole my money. All right? If you don't want to search, give me what you stole, kid. Maybe I'll rip out my spine alive."
"Onahole? What does that mean?"
"Oh, I can't translate nuances. All right, come on, you cheeks."
deficiency tax.
In any case, the situation was worst. It is cognitive that the worst thing to do is to do the worst. Pulling out a knife, I scream crazily, twisting my face. To be honest, no matter how many countries face six at the same time, there are many.
However, they were almost naked, and only knives needed weapons.
The difference between my Bastard Sword and my Rich Knife is overwhelming. When I wake up dead, that knife will never beat me.
The only thing that worries me is that six of them are coming at the same time, but that acceptance was that they couldn't do it any more than they were professionally trained, and they were the backstreet robbers who had to queek anyway, so if you cut one or two of them off, you would definitely run away with Hornbeak Mountain.
Only one of these guys can kill him, but he loses his whole body. If you have a can that won't lose sight of you in the first place, you won't live miserably in this backalley. They're all idiots, so they eat and live in places like this.
This kind of dead-end fight loses first.
- Papapod!
I held the sword and presented the stance of the real estate law.
"Kuikui."
- This is my strongest.