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“Raise your spear! ”
I hear shouting.
Reflexively raise your hand.
Waaaahhhh!
I heard a scream.
I had to run forward without knowing the power to push back.
There was no time to think.
Two or two.
I thought it was an earthquake.
It felt like the ground was ringing and the world was breaking apart.
‘I think I've seen him somewhere. ’
No, I didn't see it. It was like this.
I felt intense strangeness.
Reflexively empowers the hand holding the spear.
There was a right arm.
‘· · Why? ’
What's wrong with my arm?
Ping. Dizziness occurs.
I hear something puffy.
My nose flushes with the sound of something exploding inside my body.
I squeezed the spear into my hand.
I remembered.
39 Chris is dead.
*
“Give me everything you have. ”
I was in trouble.
The merchant I promised to escort sees me.
“Hmm."
I tried to shake my head briefly.
But sooner said the merchant.
"I'll pay for your hard work, so why don't you just go?" "
It was a fluttering voice.
If I were you, I'd just take my hand off that horse.
“What are you talking about? ”
Three mercenaries and seven bandits.
They don't seem to want to.
I was tasked with escorting a skilled mercenary.
“Do I have to fight? You'll see the damage, too. ”
One of our mercenaries steps forward.
A mercenary by the name of Lois.
Once upon a time, he could have been a really good knight.
But I've been a cripple ever since I suffered from lung disease.
It's the same for me.
I'm a one-armed man who lost his arm in the first battle.
I grabbed the handle of the shortsword with my left hand.
“My name is Lois. If you step back, I won't tolerate payment. ”
There's a reason he's taking his chances.
A mercenary famous for his loyalty. He's not bad.
Because of the sequelae of the pulmonary disease, it's nicknamed the Ferry Examination.
“Yes, your balls. ”
The bandit says and laughs.
It's not funny, even the bandits behind it.
"Oh, those lunatics."
One of the other mercenaries steps forward.
The person looked so good with a straight forehead.
A third mercenary. He was good at treating people in a straightforward manner because he met someone by chance.
You want some black?
He suddenly walks across the bulkhead space.
Between an implicit bandit and a mercenary.
“How are you? ”
And greet the bandits casually.
A bandit claps his hands.
Even.
“Good work.”
“Oh, shit. ”
Royse notices the situation and looks fiercely.
It was a trap.
He was the one who led us here in the first place.
He killed his guide.
I saw the head of the Merchant Guild who requested an escort.
“What?"
My question was short and bold, but the meaning was conveyed.
"I didn't know. There were mercenaries. They were good."
"Hey, don't be so unfair. I'm a mercenary."
You howl and look up at your companion.
You see the shape of the shaded shield.
“This is the third time we've done this. But no one doubted me. This is why people need to be handsome. ”
I admit that.
It's true that if you look like you're on the move, you're comfortable in every way in life.
“Lois.”
I called my only remaining companion.
It's a crisis.
Well, you have a lot of crises in life.
Plus, it's a knife job.
“Back.”
He listened to me.
I've saved a few lives over the years.
Of course he saved my life more times.
Son, you're loyal.
A mercenary of loyalty. Crucible Prosecutor Lois.
“What do you want? ”
I stepped out.
The man with the angled jaw replies.
He's the boss, apparently.
“I don't know about that. But you know who has it. ”
I left five merchants on my right, facing him.
I could see their faces in real time.
“Won't you give it to me? ”
I told you, the bandit leader waited with his arms crossed.
What do you think he's thinking?
You think things will go smoothly.
Okay. Okay.
“Let's make this easy. What could be more important than life? ”
Along with the horse, I turned naturally.
He looks at the merchant behind the bandits.
"Now, who has it? Come on."
I pretended to wait and said with my mouth shaped.
We've been waiting for our way. We're surrounded.
There's no way I'm letting you back in one piece.
Believe me when I say that, it's stupid in the world.
Dump all the heavy stuff and run.
A few merchants who read my mouth look different.
“Bring it out quickly. I can't wait any longer. ”
My left hand holds the short sword handle with the horse.
Hold out three fingers.
Caution is always the result of the unexpected.
They prepared well and waited well.
So now's a good time to watch your back.
Fold each finger.
"Now, I'm going to count to five, so if you don't come out by then, I won't be able to see you anymore."
I folded all my fingers as I was speaking.
“Ahhhh!”
The merchants start to run.
I turn around and throw out the shortsword.
I can't fight back just because of what I'm doing.
Chang!
One of them grabs the knife at an angle and throws out my shortsword.
You plug the pink air into the bottom of the Dawn Sword.
“Grab it!”
“Run!”
The bandit leader and I cried out at the same time.
Lois sticks by my side and falls off.
We should split up and run.
I had to give them more options anyway.
I took the wire out of my arms while running.
Instead of fighting.
I was a mercenary, a Pathfinder, a Treasure Hunter, a cook, and a herbalist.
I have done many different things to survive.
I ran and hung a wire on the tree and ran at an angle.
Bam, bam!
I can hear them chasing me behind my feet as they kick the floor.
Kiririk.
A wire made of iron is caught in the second tree.
Let's keep going 90 degrees.
Chug!
You catch a wire in the back of his neck.
Idiot.
I can see him crumbling with his throat cut in half.
All right, let's run.
*
“You son of a bitch. ”
Unexpected.
I ran out of things in my arms.
One with a wire cut off his head.
I sprinkled a poison spike, and a man fell down after stepping on it.
"You bastard, do more."
And the one who chased us all the way to the end.
Oh, my goodness. You're persistent.
“Can't you just let him go? ”
“Damn.”
You're angry.
He wields his sword and stirs the air.
I used up all the wires.
It is also insufficient, so I push the floor with my feet.
Be thorough.
I'm sorry. I ran out of pressure.
But there's only one thing left.
“You're a mess. ”
Bandits speak willingly.
I pulled 10,000 Stone Hides out of my arms.
If you deal with herbs, you will essentially deal with poison herbs.
And then you get used to poisoning.
I drove my finger into the air.
“The wind is nice. ”
The Bandit's eyes widen like a tear.
“No way.”
"No way, that's what you think."
The wind scatters the dust as you unwind.
The light-green powder looks pretty good on the outside.
But not from the point of view of inhalation.
I stopped breathing and ran backwards, covering my mouth.
Behind the cliff.
I retreated to the nearest position.
I can see the bandits turning in a hurry.
But can you outrun the wind?
“Shhh!”
You hear a scream. You fall, bleeding from your eyes and nose.
“Whew.”
I don't see the boss. He's headed for Royce.
Nicknamed the Crucible Swordsman, Royce only works for a very short time.
Five minutes should be good.
But for those five minutes, he's a really great prosecutor.
I've never seen a mercenary take his sword more than once.
Until today.
“Are they all dead? ”
It was the boss.
It is a calm voice and a calm step.
Pushes the dead man away.
“You know how to poison. ”
The poison will remain in the air now.
And yet, he was fine.
I've heard of it.
Stories of monsters that have crossed human limits.
An epic story of a first-class knight who doesn't even know what poison is.
He was that level.
I see his right hand.
There are two sagging heads.
You slashed the corpse's head. He has a nasty hobby.
"One man troubles me, the other a familiar face, right?"
Lois.
You son of a bitch.
Why are you dying in there?
I stared at the boss.
He looks me in the eye.
Tuck.
Degurr.
He threw his throat in front of me.
“You fought well. Just for a little while.”
The boss opens the gap between his thumb and index finger.
“Son of a bitch.”
I opened my mouth.
“Yes, I hear that a lot. ”
I can't believe it.
It was more power than I imagined.
And this is the kind of monster that comes across a city to catch a merchant?
He sweeps through his dead minions.
“That's great. They were going anyway. ”
A refined face.
“I feel so good right now. ”
Wheeing.
Wind blows from the base of the cliff.
“Do you want to know what I got today? ”
“What?”
I rolled my head desperately.
What's the best way to survive?
“Artifacts.”
My heart thumped.
He pulls out a small pouch with his horse.
Artifacts.
A treasure that 3 generations sell for a living.
Expensive, precious, and coveted by everyone.
It was held by one of the merchants.
I didn't know why.
I can see the head rolling in the gravel.
You said that joining artifacts won't kill you gently.
If you don't have the skills, you have to close your eyes.
Without a background, we should bow our heads.
It was a world that had to kneel down if there was no money there.
‘I wanted to live a little longer. ’
“Can't you just let me live while I'm happy? ”
“I'll kill you nicely. ”
"Die well or die badly."
"So this is my generosity. This is my reward for cleaning up my subordinates, or I would have had to take care of everything myself."
"Ha. A creature beyond human limits, yet a greedy treasure."
How many mercenaries are there to move it?
Are you crazy?
It was a ruse.
A ridiculous small number of escorts were attached to this small top.
Who would suspect that?
So he's very persistent.
What's the effect of that artifact?
All artifacts have different activation conditions.
Some in the form of weapons, some in armor and some in small pieces of iron.
An artifact that has not been deployed in the past is also said to cause serious malfunction if contaminated.
That's why I said I'd put a lot of effort into carrying it.
Yeah, it's all good.
But why did you have to?
“Hey."
When I open my mouth, he looks at me.
“Why did you kill Lois? ”
He wasn't guilty. I was just a mercenary following the escort.
“No one should have to know I'm taking this. ”
“Whew.”
I took a deep breath.
Okay, so this is Royse's revenge.
Vengeance of the dead merchants.
I may or may not.
I stand on the edge of a cliff, both physically and mentally.
He's coming.
I raise my hand and sweep my mouth.
It was the act of a man who gave up everything, no matter who saw it.
My acting has always been a masterpiece.
“Farewell. ”
Say hello to how good you feel.
Come on.
Goodbye.
“Phew!”
"It's not the pollen that's stuck in your mouth."
My throat is sore.
If the poison doesn't work, there's another way.
What I breathed was glass powder.
“Aah!”
Glass powder from close range is lodged in his eyes.
Die, motherfucker.
A silver flash emanates from his waist.
An invisible sword sword.
Screaming!
The burning fever broke my shoulder.
The remaining arm falls off.
Son of a bitch.
I crashed into him.
Puck!
It's hard. As soon as I hit him, I rub my face against his chest.
He pushes me with his foot.
My body flew backwards.
And I hit a cliff halfway from my waist.
“Crazy bastard. ”
“Heh-heh-heh.”
I laughed with blood on my mouth.
And when he opened his eyes, I wanted to smile harder, but I couldn't.
Thanks to the leather pouch on your mouth.
I can't even untie it without my hands.
I swallowed it as it was.
“No! ”
He's screaming.
I don't see why not.
Before he got close, I pushed the ground with my feet.
As soon as my body fell down the cliff, I could see his face.
I feel refreshed.
My throat was torn by the glass powder, and I forcefully swallowed my leather pouch and messed up.
The moment I saw his face, I felt relieved.
Is that the face of a king who lost his country?
Look for artifacts on my body.
In the meantime, shit in my stomach gets contaminated.
I feel rich.
There were no arms to brag about.
And I heard voices in my ears.
[Exploring grit]
What's that?
[willingness to grow, greed to learn, hard work, passion and determination, tenacity without talent, regression instinct]
I heard a list of words.