Former General Is Undead Knight

Fiona inadvertently stopped on her feet as she approached the building with the guild of "Spirit Dusk".

Lambert also stops on his feet and looks ahead to Fiona's gaze.

In front of the building, a silver-haired man stood.

He often wore a distinguished bright red cape and a flashy outfit on a garment with a gold dragon embroidery based on white.

"I didn't say anything difficult. I'm just suggesting that we vacate the second floor here. I can't believe it's a threat!

The person the man is talking to is a middle-aged woman in an apron, with a neat figure.

Probably the proprietor of "The Spirit", Lambert put it around.

"Whoa, you're finally back, my Fiona."

When the man saw a line of fudge rambales, he said so with a cat stroke, distorting his mouth.

Lambert checks the complexion of Fiona, Lloyd and Lily.

All three had disgusted caged faces.

"Apparently, that doesn't mean you're a very pleasant acquaintance"

"Cradle... he's the guy from the biggest guild in the city of Einsas, the Demonic Golden Dragon. I've been harassing you around the guild lately about what you don't care about. Cradle is the most depressing of them all. Bad stalker."

Mouth Lloyd to throw up.

"I don't like it...... I can't believe you're a stalker. I was just trying to solicit her talent. That's not a very hobby story for the field to say."

A silver-haired man named Cradle once walked over to the Rambales.

"Besides, I'm not even free enough to go out every time for one stupid woman. If you get me wrong so much there, I'm gonna get frustrated."

"Ah? Then what's the purpose, Temehe and others..."

Lambert was pale from side to side observing Cradle and Lloyd arguing.

"I see. You were harassing me to heal my belly when I was turned down. You're a little man."

After Cradle stared at Lambert in a grumpy mood, he suddenly pulled up the corner of his mouth to create a creepy grin.

"Ha, ha, so, I was just advising you. At my place, you've heard rumors of involvement with the Necromancer Passage in the back guild, even in weak guilds like you, right? So, it's easy to crush one store like garbage!

Cradle said that much, suddenly kicking the wall of the building.

A loud noise sounds and the walls snap.

A middle-aged woman, arguing earlier with Cradle, who stood near the entrance, screamed briefly.

"Ya, stop it! What the sudden...!

"My leg just slipped. You don't have to blame me that much, do you? These thin walls are worse."

Shoulder clapping, giggling naggingly.

"Holy shit!

Lloyd hangs his hand on the sheath of his sword and comes forward.

Fiona took control of it.

"Lloyd! Get your hands on it, it's the kettle they think!

"Whoa, whoa, I was just here to advise you out of kindness, but I'm trying to get my hands on you. You suck."

"And, hey... which comes first...!

"Guards! There they are! What are you doing!

A man with a spear came running over, shouting.

Apparently, a passerby who saw Cradle stuck with his mistress was reporting this one to the guard.

But the guard looked uncomfortable when he saw Cradle.

"It was just fine. Guards. Come on, you're trying to pull a sword at me, aren't you?

"Oh... yes..."

Unlike earlier, the guard replied in a respectful tone.

Indeed, Lloyd's hand was still hanging on the sheath of his sword.

I'm just not trying to pull out my sword anymore.

There has already been a halt to Fiona, and she has just calmed down and interrupted.

Cradle laughed nicely, kicking the ground and pulling the sword out of his sheath, sliding through Fiona, who stood in front, and struck Lloyd in the face.

"Huh!?

Blood and a few teeth flew out of Lloyd's mouth.

The body was bounced off and rolled over the ground.

"Hey, what!

Lily rushed over to Lloyd and woke him up.

"He tried to pull out his sword, so you just punched him in self-defense. You tried to pull out your sword, and I forgave you for just hitting him with my sheath. Wouldn't that be sweet?

It wasn't until Fiona let her stop Lloyd completely that Cradle put up a sheath.

There's no way I can get through that.

But the guard, while distorting his expression remorsefully, was just standing on the spot.

"You don't move when you look at what you've got?

As Lambert asked, the guard shook his head small and lowered his spear.

"I don't know, I don't know anything about it, you. What position do we have in this city, the Golden Dragon?"

That's what Cradle said, and he laughed asshole.

"Outer passage......"

Fiona stares at Cradle.

"That's a terrible argument. I didn't want to sue you for violence. I would have liked to have talked more peacefully. Speaking of the former, come on, you've set it all up from that side. I want to proceed peacefully. Now, that idiot is pointing a sword at me, if I pull this off, I'll be weaker than that idiot. It's a bad idea to point a weapon at me for a weak guild. [M] I have my pride too, so you won't be able to retreat."

"Holy shit......!

Shout to Cradle as Lloyd bleeds out of his mouth.

Cradle looks at Lloyd and laughs with Han and his nose.

"Losers, roll around. I don't think so. Not for the weak guild. There's a guy called Pride. I can't believe you dressed up like that and turned your sword on me, but you can't put a weapon in my face. I'd be ashamed to death."

"By and large, what's been setting you up from over there! Fiona must have shaken me up and harassed me!

"Um, come on. I'm part of The Golden Dragon, and I've been calling out to you that you're not coming to us, not this borough guild, and you said no? You shamed me first. [M] Don't you see? Hey?"

Cradle said that on his own, everywhere, from the top with a gaze.

Lambert knew Cradle wasn't a legitimate person, but he finally realized he wasn't even a person he could talk to.

Speaking only of the rotten state of sexual roots, it is a level that I could hardly even see in the Battle of the Eight Kingdoms Unity that Lambert has fought for.

"So, I'm telling you, if you take back what I said before and Fiona moves into my guild, come on, some backing guild is trying to crush the tavern, you can tell him to pull his hand from me. I can't believe someone I know hangs a little on the guild I'm from, because I don't feel very good about it. What do you say? Am I sweet?

"Though it would be Temehe who is blaming it!!

"Based on what? Oh, no, not anymore. You're too weak to be saved because you're stupid and have a bad personality. [M] Are all your guilds like that?

"... ok. I'll move. Still, don't put your hands on" Spirit Dusk ""

A word from Fiona stopped Lloyd and Cradle talking to each other.

"Fi, fiona! No!"

"He's not a rock dude! You don't know what you're gonna do!

"... just no more, no more annoyance. I think this will continue in the future…"

"That's fine. You're a slow decision. [M] If I had told you that from the beginning, he wouldn't have had to lose his teeth over there either. Even I didn't have to be scratched with extra shame. Well, fine. I'm so sweet, I'll make you a charlatan and forgive you."

Lambert was wondering what he should do.

Obviously there is no justice in the other person, but it is a situation that can be extra obstinate if you get your hands on it poorly.

It is the guards who are supposed to be in a position to protect the security of the city that tolerate the barbarity of the cradle.

If you're alone, it could still be more of a nuisance to them if you slap Cradle.

"You're a pitiful guy. One woman can't do what she wants. Are you spreading your shame around yourself as a result?"

"... ah?

Lambert's answer was a direct provocation.

Cradle's high self-esteem is more heavily appreciated than in earlier exchanges.

He thought that if he could poke it and take a word for it, he could curb future interference from the cradle.