- Ha, ha.
I looked around and everyone was exhausted.
You said you tracked him for hours?
That's why my head turned a little. Without doing so, I can't ask for my armor like a puppy.
Or maybe he's confident that he's six now.
"I'm not asking for everything. Only one of the two. I'll take it to a smaller one. Wouldn't that be okay? This is what we drove, and now that you've caught it, it's kind of a collaboration."
I think I've collaborated without my knowledge.
Of course it's bullshit.
"You sound like a collaborator. Hey, I killed him, so just get the fuck out of here. I could really die. I can only stand it once."
"No, what the hell...!"
The adventurer screams as his face snaps.
"Now that we've driven, I'm asking for one! Of course it's a request, but that's how you say it..! You look like an adventurer, but this is why you should be the same adventurer!"
Why are you being so audacious?
Is there a corner to believing in something?
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from the Krashheim Adventurer Guild."
Was it you?
Then you're not even gonna see your face. I think you can just squeeze a few. It's a drug for a bunch of bullshit bastards.
"Then why did you come all the way here? Why are you yielding to what I've got, you headache? Is that what all Krashheim adventurers do?"
"What a crazy sound! All we had to do was finish up Mall losing all his stamina by hunting!"
I know what you're talking about, but the difference in ideas doesn't narrow down.
Why does this son of a bitch have ownership?
When I went to look for meteorites, the people who were asking for a place were not so audacious.
"Because the patterns are driving this way, are these all going to be patterns?"
"That simple doesn't make sense?"
"Uh-huh, you motherfucker."
- Arrest.
As I took one step, he raised his hand and stopped the adventurers who were starting to feel horrible.
I'm sure he's the party leader.
"Hey, then."
"What do you mean?"
"If these Drake bastards are going to be striped, then the stripes are pushing this the wrong way, making me dangerous." Well, shouldn't I be asking you guys to commit a felony? "
If this belongs to them, they've got Drake in the wrong hands and made me attack. Then you should get the misrepresentation.
"I was raided by Drake because of your sons."
"Oh, that's ridiculous! How do we know that?"
This is the kind of bastard who doesn't know how to talk.
"I didn't know the fucking patterns were moving."
"So let's split it in half!"
"Don't bullshit me, cheeky. I killed this one, whether they drove it or not."
"We lost all our stamina!"
To eat what others have killed.
In the first place, these bastards were just chasing a running Drake. It proves that Drake had no other wounds.
"Fuck you. Hey, hey. These bastards don't want to lose their health. Take a good look, asshole. Drake doesn't have any injuries."
Now that the jihadists have been chasing him first, the demand for Van is merely rhetorical. It doesn't make any ethical sense.
"At least if the patterns fought hard, there would have been wounds. But except for the part I smashed, it's fucking clean. And even though he's very sexy, he's got a horn with no stamina."
"What nonsense...!"
I'm trying to avoid any useless violence because I'm a fucking paladin, but I can't believe these bastards show up.
"Damn it! Mr. Viton! You don't have to hold back!"
"It's hard to crawl when a distant son of a bitch mixes his horses!"
When I told you the facts, the adventurers behind me shouted indignantly.
"Boys, fuck. I know what you're thinking, but I killed this."
If the monster I was tracking with power suddenly got out of my sight and splashed elsewhere, and in that state attacked the passers-by, and the attacked passers-by captured the monster.
The ownership rests solely with the traveller.
What these bastards are asking for right now is the same situation that I asked the marshal to go and divide his share by half, because that's what I was tracking.
There are no robbers like this.
"It doesn't make any sense what we're talking about because of the Babarian bastard!! Mr. Viton! Let's just take it! You don't have to listen to me when I insist!"
"Now, wait a minute!"
A brave adventurer lays his hand on the handle of a knife and shouts loudly. I think I'm going to do this with a real knife.
"Let go of the knife handle."
As Paladin of the Bronze Astronomical Society, let us warn you one last time.
"What if I don't let go?"
"That's it, motherfucker. What are you talking about?"
- Turhung!
I rush to him immediately and grind the fluttering ball shank into the palm of my hand.
"--52973?!"
The stricken man swirls and flies. Just give it to me at this level and I'll rip it off.
"Hush! You son of a bitch!"
"Mr. Viton! It's a raid!"
Adventurers who shouted have drawn their weapons and charged at me.
"Didn't I tell you to stop!!!"
The party leader, called Viton, tried to stop them, but in the first place the adventurers didn't listen to the words of Jimmy Abby. I don't think those who don't listen to me are my parents.
In fact, the party leader is not a parent.
"Yiyaaab!!"
"Son of a bitch!"
Four adventurers running at the same time, but I was just ridiculous. The level of all these bastards was below the level of the subordinates they were dealing with when Mutu was kidnapped by the Guild last time.
"These fuckers are ridiculous!"
- Chae Yeon!
I lightly block the knife of the one who runs in front of me with a gauntlet, and grasp his wrist and swing it with all my might.
- Hooooooooooo!
"Yaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
An adventurer grabbed my wrist and turned into a screaming human club, sweeping through the air and grabbing other adventurers.
- Bummer!
"Arghhhh!!"
"Arghhhhhh!!"
An adult male weighing close to 70 kg hits other adventurers. It was indeed a tremendous shock. Those who were hit by human clubs flew everywhere, screaming in agony.
It's not hard to swing a person by catching this.
The one who took the last one and blew it away threw it away.
"These bastards!!!!!"
After all, it took only about 30 seconds to organize six adventurers, including the party leader. Brushed to the floor, they vomited elongated blood to see if they had sustained internal injuries while complaining of pain.
"Argh...!"
"Argh!"
"Cool gasp!"
Stronger combat skills.
This is entirely the responsibility of these bastards. But I'm a paladin. There is a need to use mercy as a virtue. Fusion Church also recommends mercy.
"Uh-huh, the bastards."
I looked down at them and said,
"Don't look at me unless you killed him, you bastards."
It's not like I was fighting so hard for them. He just killed the son of a bitch that came at me, and what's the split?
"I'll see you once because the patterns aren't a business robbery, and you're dead again on the wall, okay?"
"Argh...!"
"Argh..."
There were no people who responded despite their advice.
They were all shattered here and there. Anyway, I went through their arms and robbed them of all their wallets.
There was a feeble rebel, but he was silent as soon as he scratched a punch at the drum. It took less than five minutes for the purse to explode, as it was an extremely familiar operation. If I hid it a little deeper, I'd cut all my clothes off with a knife.
It was about 24 silver when I checked the money that was ripped off by the six.
"Uh-huh. These bastards. Greed is not for sons of bitches who have a lot of money."
When I saw the silver coin, the rage that soared began to calm me magically.
"Argh... This can't be...!"
"Shut up, man."
Yeah, I can see it if I rip it off like this. How can a man lose his mind and be a jerk?
Anyway, I made money as soon as I got here.
After gathering the fallen, I cut Drake's head off and took off his leather.
After applying the appropriate teeth and nails, the peeled leather was spread out like a bark, and the loot was tucked in and wrapped around it. It was voluminous, but it was not enough to carry it.
I went to Schrade.
*
Schrade was a very large town.
The atmosphere is similar to that of the town when it went to Kobolt Dungeon just a long time ago. Adventurers were passing by everywhere, and the villagers originally made and sold food.
- Bugs and bumps.
They are moving with the heat focused to the Lord's private squad. The information about the extermination operation at the base of this town seems to have been real.
"Warrior! Did you catch Drake?"
"Yes?"
A middle-aged man, who looks like a resident, jumps in with a bright smile. Drake might be raiding, but he seems to be in a good mood. In fact, all of Montauk will be subjugated here. It was natural that the village economy was activated because of the large population of adventurers and soldiers.
"We are currently buying Drake's leather, teeth, articulations and headaches in town! For those of you who are having trouble returning to Istanbul!"
"Oh, would you buy it cheap and then go to Istanbul yourself?"
"Yes! Isn't it a lot of trouble to hunt with such a routine? Sell it here!"
It's not a bad offer. I can't carry one of these barnacles all the time. That means it's hard to keep it anywhere.
I immediately followed him and handed over all the Drake Material Items with my head. The price was roughly 19 silver, but it was appropriate in its own way.
If you go to Istanbul and sell it, you'll get about 20 silver.
These bastards have a good margin, but you can't carry all the ingredients to Isvant, so you better just sell them. If you take your head, you'll admit it, but it's meaningless to me now.
"It's easy to make money."
It was fucking easy.
Anyway, I asked the merchant where the village inn is and headed that way.
There are so many people who come and say there may be no empty rooms. It's a little expensive, though.
Because there's a way to go anywhere.
Well, I made money, but what does it matter?
I barely got a room, put the luggage down, washed it, and went straight out. I intend to ask the roughly soldiers to gather brief information. Shouldn't we know where the soldiers are fighting?
If you are a quasi-president, I will tell you everything.
"Whoo."
It was when I went to the village square with that stretch.
"Anet!!! You!!!!!!"
Suddenly, the voice sounded like it had been heard from somewhere. I wanted to see something, and there was an impressive woman with red rolling breadcrumbs approaching me.
"Barbarian Warrior!!!!!"
"Hello, Isvant!!!"
- Tspot!
I glanced down on one knee reflectively!
That high tension roll-headed woman in Istanbul is nothing but an Istanbul infant! I heard you were over here, but I didn't expect to see you as soon as I got here!!
It was an unexpected situation, but the past two years of military life have made me a courtesy master.
I am satisfied that a reflective example emerges.
A noble is a noble, even though he shows me some kindness. I might hit my cheek when I make a mistake.
"I knew it! I thought it was coming! If you are a just warrior enough to rise to the rank of quasi-prisoner, you can't fall in love with this!!! I noticed it as soon as I saw it from afar! Know it with honor!"
As soon as he saw me from afar, he shouted as a barbarian warrior.
"It's an honor for you to recognize me as a humble man, my family! If anything happens to go back to the tribe, I'll leave you to brag!"
"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! Of course you do! Now, get up, Barbarian Warrior! You are not a warrior on your knees!"
"Thy, such glory!"
I immediately stood up.
She looked at me with a smile on her face.