"Nigga, stop fucking around. Aren't you going to stop that?"
"Why? It's good to see an energy car."
"You're not normal either."
Is my dance touching the sky?
A sweat stem gushed from my forehead. I don't know, but this would have honored the souls of the victims. I feel so good about doing good... Is there salvation?
Obviously there is.
"Elise, stop and rest. I'll do the rest."
"Haaah... Haaah... no. You can do more."
"It's okay. I worked too hard, man. Go sit down."
"... I understand. Then I'll take a break."
Elise, who takes a bloody machete and vomits a bad breath, has a fresh face, unlike her exhausted complexion. Only a man who believed that what he did was right.
A little violent, but it's actually a good thing.
These non-adversaries aren't enough to kill and plunder people, so they're evil people. Violence against such people was just enough for a medical service pilgrimage to a Doctors Without Borders.
Torturing the wicked is a good thing to be proud of. Elise sits next to Winia and picks up her barrel and inhales the water.
I sit next to a half-slutty adversary and look down at him.
"Hey, what's wrong with this son of a bitch? Do you think that's what people do? Huh?"
"... I was hungry, I was hungry... now, stop. Please stop..."
I had few teeth and too much blood to bleed, so I became pale.
He opens his mouth hard.
"Fuck."
Humans are never tortured. Even if you are an extremely trained macho agent for a lifetime, you will cry like a child if you are tortured properly.
This is not a matter of mental power.
It's just a human limitation.
"You're not hungry, you're a hobbyist. I still see you making excuses, so the torture is a little tiresome. I'm going back."
"Ugh!!! Don't!!! Please!!!"
"Shut up, motherfucker. It's a joke. Hmph... Funny, isn't it?"
"..."
"You're not answering?"
"Hey, it's fun!"
"Right?"
In this state, I will answer honestly no matter what I ask.
I thought a little and opened my mouth.
"Why do you have a tattoo on your face?"
"Heh, heh, heh, heh."
"Why do you have a tattoo?"
"Chu, a blessing! To receive Ezath's blessing..."
"So you got it?"
"Oh, no. I didn't get it..."
"Yeah? How many people do I get?"
"I don't know the details... but only a few..."
"I mean..."
He answered all the questions as if he had been more honest. By death, he had become an honest man. If I had lived like that before, I wouldn't have done this.
Foolish bastard.
This is all more important than karma.
I invested a little time and violence to ask all the questions.
Soon after, a completely exhausted adversary mourned with tears.
"Now... stop... killing me..."
In conclusion, there was no income from interrogating him.
I didn't really know a few things. All we could tell was horrible stories. things like unpleasant information about the brutal massacres in the occupied villages and the inhumane menus they had since lunch yesterday.
They were half deserted and raided by the rest of the hungry.
No matter how hard you worked, no blessing came down and you got fucked up and ran away, whatever. In the first place, eating flesh is also one of the ways to be blessed.
Crazy people.
Religious people like Elise do not take classes with pagans for granted. It drives mankind into horror and despair with false beliefs and evil practices.
Kill them all and get rid of them.
"Come. Go to hell and live happily."
"Oh, Kat. You want me to kill you now?"
Claudie approaches as she tries to kill him.
"Uh, why?"
"Can't I do it?"
"Heh, come here."
"Thank you."
Anyway, I really like this.
"Ugh... Mom..."
"Cluckle. My mom's a fucking pearl. Do you have a mother?"
"Argh, Argh...!"
It was a weakened adversary because it was time to finally die.
I was not sympathetic. I just want to be petty and unpleasant. I did Meron with the greatest contempt for him. And I shook my tongue seriously for ridicule.
"Ah, ah..."
That was the last thing he heard.
If you know that life is precious, others should know that.
- Thistle!
Claudie, who draws the curve, smiles provocatively and cuts off the head of the enemy with a dagger. Like a guillotine, when the blade falls, the head ache comes to mind with unexpected thrust.
- Bummer!
Claudie, who lies high above her head, grasps it falling again. "Hell-Khan." He mutters so small, he keeps his head where he keeps it.
"Five heads, five silver? Umm, would you rather just take it to Isvant? I don't want to submit it right away, but I think we should put it together and act in a more profitable way."
Claudie looked at the listed headaches with satisfaction. Even if it's a little cumbersome, you'd better take it to the city.
"Umm... I guess so. Then let's do it. Let's get the loot. I think they have more than I thought."
"Got it."
Even though they are monsters, they are human in essence. As much as a man. And as much as they killed others and took their possessions.
Then he searched the bodies with Elise and pulled out all the items inside the tent.
Accessories and equipment on the bodies. And a lot of cash came out. These thieves don't hide their wealth anywhere, they carry it only in their own arms.
He manages himself because there is nothing he can trust in this world.
Evidence suggests that their bodies were worth a fortune, but only garbage came from the inside of the tent or elsewhere.
"Hahaha, a pagan hunt is worth a fortune."
How much can you sell weapons and accessories?
The truth of the food chain has come to mind, thinking that the enemy takes possession of the plunder from the innocent.
With the exception of the headache for killing five, I thought I could expect a return of approximately 10 silver.
These treasure goblins.
"You're right. It is the price of a legitimate service and a sacred loot."
"Yes. More sacred loot."
Even if it's four, the resin is right. I scraped everything I could and put it in my backpack and put my head in the sack I had already packed.
I picked out what I could sell, and I put it in as much as I could. However, the shoes were not in good overall condition, so I didn't pack them. I tied the weapon up on my backpack. Two axes and three swords.
Since the war is over, these supplies will be easily sold.
"Are you done, nigger?"
"Ah, Winia. Do you want this necklace?"
"Design sucks. I don't need it. Sell it."
It looks like cheap accessories, but if you take it to the city and sell it, I still want to get some metal value. Anyway, I grabbed the sack with my backpack. Let's go back.
Today is enough.
"Cat. Heavy, isn't it? Give me the sack."
"No, I'll take it. How heavy."
"Huhu, you're a good man."
"I don't buy cheap marshmallows either."
A bitter macho never lets his woman carry a burden.
"Saint. No matter how much you share... I'll put on my backpack."
"That's fine."
It felt like he had left the military, but this was a cocksucker due to his enhanced body. Then I climbed up the hill behind the camp of the enemies who had completely turned into a slaughterhouse.
If we move now, we'll be able to get there at night.
If you don't open the door, it's a waste of time, but the guards are standing guard, so I think they'll open it.
"Winia. Let's go to the straight route."
"You don't have to tell me."
Unlike when it comes, it won't take long to get to a straight route without exploring. Winia did not even draw a map to see if she had memorized the path.
Wizard Intelligence stats are too high.
It's rare for me to remember, but I couldn't really think of it because the forest was so lush, despite the autumn ligaments. You must be a wizard.
"Did you memorize the whole road?"
"So you didn't memorize the nigger?"
"Remember all this."
"The nigger's an asshole, so he can't remember."
"No, you're smart."
"Compared to niggers, they're all smart."
"Damn it."
How I feel better about saying a few words to myself, and Winia starts walking hard with a bright smile. I don't even know how to feel.
"Saint, leaving me alone is not appropriate for my taste. Rather, I'm uncomfortable, so I think it would be okay if you handed me the sack."
"No, it's fine. This is also part of the training that goes down the Macho road."
"Still..."
"Yeah, well, Elise can't help thinking about me. Thank you."
Elise took the sack.
In fact, Elise will be stronger than I am. I haven't done it yet, but if I wrestle my arm, I'll lose. The same goes for Winia. Strange magic is handled freely, so when I get dizzy, I'm pushed by the power.
By Claudie, yes.
I won't win even if I use my whole body.
But maybe I'll lose by laughing.
"Huff, huff. Hm."
Claudie sings a nosebleed to see if it feels good.
After a long time of blood, the tension seems to have risen.
"Claudie. Okay?"
"Yeah, great. That's refreshing. I think I've been too comfortable lately. A warrior deserves to live with blood on his sword."
"Hell, it's Khan."
"Haha. Yeah, you want to do Kat and Hell-Khan?"
"I want to be your god."
"Ah, be ashamed."
I thought I walked for about two hours, and I became friendly with the scouts. Are those the ones who left in the morning? Their commander came out and greeted them.
"You're adventurers. Were there any harvests?"
"Yes. Well. I came to destroy a camp of pagans."
Elise unwraps the sack and shows you the head of the enemies.
"Oh, oh! You did a great job! Bring this to the synagogue and I'll turn it into money! Thank you so much! Are you on your way back to town? Then let's go together! We're on our way back!"
"Do you mind if I follow you?"
"Absolutely!"
I stuck to the back of the scout like that and headed to the city. I am returning anyway, so I will not leak elsewhere. I refused to go the same way, so I decided to go with him.
"Nigga, I had a good time today. Are you going to stay here? Or somewhere else?"
"Well... what's better? What do you think?"
"I think it's okay to be here."
"Then let's do it."
I came back to town by sunset. The scout's commander thanked him and informed him of the direction of the gazette. Well, I already know, and I don't intend to take it now. If you take it to Istanbul, these five heads are not 10 silver.
I plan to collect them and deal with them here if it's a hassle, and if it's okay, I'll go to the city and dispose of them.
If you want to spend a few days here, you can pick up some money from pagans and go to the city. If you don't have enough money, you can change your head here and go to another town.
If the Punitive Force advances in full, it won't be too bad to fly there.
Then let's go to bed early for tomorrow.
"First things first. I'll turn the loot into money."
"Can a nigger do it alone?"
"What are you looking at me for?"
"Yes, then, sister. Let's go wash up. There's a nun there too. Come on."
Winia pushes Claudie's waist and calls Elise.
Elise shakes her head.
"I'm not comfortable clearing my burden only with the saints. I'll come with you."
"... so? Yes."
"Cat. Good morning."
"Draw."
Claudie shakes her hand, whether she receives a sack with the head of a pagan. That's how you two got in first, and I and Elise are the only ones left.
"It won't take long. Just don't go in."
"You can't do that."
"Well, then, let's go sell it together."
Let's go sell the temples.