Former General Is Undead Knight

On the way to the Great Forest of the Lost, the name of the officially neckless horse was decided to Nightmare.

The more we talked to Albana, the more exposed Lambert's lack of naming sense became, so we ended up passing the Albana proposal.

It was also significant in that Lambert lost his guts to Albana, where he persevered in calling a horse without a neck a nightmare.

The threat of the forest hit the Rambales more than once, but it did not become a real problem for Rambale.

He crushed the head of a giant spider blocking the road with nightmares, storming a bunch of bandits' seemingly accomplished Forrest Wight across nightmares and annihilating them in just ten seconds.

After a decent blow with Lambert's sword moves combined with Nightmare's leg strength, the former bandit-like leader, Forest Wight, was so proud that his flying neck crashed into the tree's height that the rot was engulfed, and he didn't fall even after standing down there talking to Arbana for a while.

Eventually Lambert reached near the shallow city of the woods in due course, where he decided to part with Nightmare once and for all.

Nightmare is too eye-catching to enter the city.

Lambert broke up with Nightmare by telling Nightmare that the time would come to call him again, avoiding as many people as possible in the woods and giving him strict orders to flee without fighting back even if he was attacked.

By that time Nightmare was also completely nostalgic for Lambert, who obediently raised and lowered his neck all the way up and down, disappearing into the darkness of the forest.

Lambert, who arrived through the woods to the city of Barilla, also broke up with Albania.

The original story was that the companion went back to the city.

"Thank you, Master Swordsman. Thanks to you, we had a good experience. Today's journey, this albana, will never be forgotten. Usually, the story you put in your ear is about to be told in 50% increments, but no one will believe you if you talk about the swordsman as it is, so maybe it's just about 50% less."

Albana bids farewell in the usual light tone and concludes: "See you sooner or later, we'll see each other when we're on the right side. I look forward to seeing you again," he said, leaving.

As rumored with the Adventurer's Capital, the city Barailla had a high number of adventurer-like people anyway.

It is not uncommon to see anyone walking with a warcraft that will provide a hunting offering, called the submissive demon, or bearing a large weapon.

Just among them, the figure of Lambert walking in flashy demonic gold armor, more than a minute taller than those around him, was remarkable.

Rather than, it is no exaggeration to say that the evil stood out.

Often those who looked away at Lambert stopped on their feet and removed what was in their hands in an abrupt manner.

A pair of ill-personalized threesomes, who had the nerve to talk to the wall, laughed with their noses with their eyes on Lambert.

"What's that big fat ass"

"Can you wear it like that and move properly? Marc, make fun of him."

Called Marc, the youngest little daughter in the threesome laughs with more teeth.

"Leave it to me, Sempai"

The three were adventurers for the adventurer guild Poison Rat.

At first it is a regular adventurer's guild, but in the adventurer's capital of Barilla, there are also many guilds that are out of sight for surveillance because of too many adventurer guilds, making them a bunch of rogues of poor nature.

'Poisoned Rat' was typical of such guilds.

He even commits petty crimes such as extortion against the client, accepting requests contrary to the terms and conditions laid down by the lord, spreading information and using witchcraft.

Marc lived working stealing in the city of Barilla since her parents, who were adventurers together, lost their lives in the battle against demons at an early age.

Because of his history of being imprisoned, he was not accepted by a legitimate Adventurer's Guild, although he had witchcraft talent, and earned his living by leaning on "Poison Mouse".

"Darkness, hide us"

As Marc raises his fingers and squeals, the magic formation spreads around her.

It is a sorcery that diminishes its own signs.

It is originally a magic trick to hide oneself from a warcraft in hunting, etc., or to set the lead, but in "Poisonous Rats" it is mainly used as a prep for theft.

Marc, too, wore the magic of this hand when he was knocked in with a 'poison rat'.

"You, you know, you're good at asshole witchcraft. hahahaha"

"It suits us."

Marc laughs at the two words in his heart.

(We're not going to smoke in here. I'll hone my witchcraft, and when I get my track record done, I'll make a connection with another guild and get the hell out of here)

I don't even give you such inner thoughts, I lovingly laugh and bend my wrist.

"Look at that. I'll hook you up from the back and roll that big fat ass over. I'm sure you'll be yelling at me without getting up."

It gets more and more crowded and shrinks the distance to Lambert while scratching it well.

I decided in my head where to take the back of the lambale, set up a calculus to roll my legs in wind magic from behind, and flexed my back and ran out.

When Marc approached a certain distance, Lambert accidentally stopped.

Just that distance was six haynes (about six metres), nearly three times the length of the great sword carried by Lambert.

Nevertheless, it is in this crowd.

There is no way that Six Haynes can detect Marc's proximity from the outside, diluted by witchcraft.

Normally, Marc would have decided that he would have stopped on another factor, regardless of himself.

It is Lambert's killing spirit that did not make him do so.

In the battlefield, the attempt to scratch the battles of others and capture their necks from the backs of their enemies is effective.

So much so that some were good at polishing only that skill and securing the neck of the enemy general.

Lambert, who was one of the former Four Demon generals, had many opportunities to be attacked from blind spots, especially when engaged.

Sometimes, even if it's not a battlefield, you're targeted for your life by an assassin.

Warriors in the Age of the War of the Unification of the Eight Kingdoms had acquired the skill of detecting nature and the trend of what was always turning to themselves, and those who could not do so had lost their lives by making them young, even if the arms of the sword stood somewhat.

It was more like appealing to one's presence and then barking and slashing from the front, such as Marc's half-camoflage, for Lambert, who had repeatedly stabbed back the stunts of leading assassins during the War of Eight Kingdoms and killed them on the spot.

But that's lucky.

Instead, if Marc had stood on his arm, Lambert would have pushed and killed him as well to attract his opponent and surely have had a special blow.

Even if Marc has some talent, she has only learned magic in her junior rogue guild in peacetime.

Kid pranks were the same for Lambert, and there was no point in daring to fight back.

There was just enough respite to think about appropriately threatening and letting him retreat.

Lambert felt the strength of those who approached him break and walked away slowly as if nothing had happened.

(That's a busy city. I'd like to head to the Guild headquarters of The Dancing Sword to learn about the city and explore the trends of The Whistling Devil first. there, you will treat me cooperatively)

Having almost defeated Marc in an auto, Lambert never paid more attention to Marc than he had to.

But I'm sorry about Marc.

"Ugh... eh..."

Marc, who was properly Lambert's killer, couldn't stand it, his hips smashed and he poked both knees on the spot.

He presses his own neck and falls in to hold up the stomach fluids that have risen due to sudden stress.

Quickly, we made a scene in the corner of the city.

"Hey, what's up, lady?"

"What happened?" "No, I fell when I realized..."

(What? You don't seem to be a passageway, is that a seizure of illness?

Lambert, who had missed consciousness from Marc by the way, looked back at Marc like any other HR and thought so, but decided that he didn't seem to be a particular project to put out, and turned back and resumed his search for the guild headquarters for "The Dancing Sword".