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- - Arner.

The wind does not blow, the sun does not show its face, and for this reason, the air is slightly damp and heavy. Arner of war cosmetics runs through a forest dominated by the smell of turning soil and leaves, with bows low and arrows gently gazed.

Hiding his own existence by cover-up magic, Arner, kicking the roots of a tree that twisted on the ground with his face (but only) saying what an uncomfortable place it was compared to the meadow, occasionally set the bow in his hand high, releasing an arrow toward Deane, who ran in panic in front of him... making him blur the arrow to the critical place of Deane's arms and shoulders.

That's how I push Deane away and give him more fear… I'm trying to engrave a commandment in Deane's soul so he won't think twice about putting his hands on Diaz, etc.

Even if I didn't bother to do that, it would be easier and more certain to kill Deane... but Diaz, Arner's good man (oops), couldn't do that because he unusually hates and seems to be avoiding people dying, killing.

It's totally weird that a man who spent years in a battlefield and was even called a war hero hates people's deaths, but it was obvious that Diaz hated and avoided people's deaths when he said he was a rat who had raided Diaz before, and when he said he was on the battlefield earlier.

Arner didn't know what reason there was and what thoughts there were, but if the good guy...... Diaz wants it that way, he just supports himself, releasing an arrow with his thoughts, taking a new arrow out of the arrow barrel and keeping it on the bow.

That's how I did it with some horrible words, and when Arner had a bow at the end I thought I'd do it, Deane ran ahead... I could see three shadows popping out of the shadow of a tree ahead.

"Ha, I didn't know you could meet your target by chance in a place like this, Twi. Shh...!

One of the three shadows, a dark-haired, dark-eyed man at the head, jumps at Deane when he says so, and the other two shadows follow suit.

The people who hold down the jumping Deane and tie up their hands and feet with the rope that was lowering them to their hips.

That's how he tied him up, and when he saw a man who began to wander through Deane's pocket, who chewed on the ape because he was too noisy and annoying, Arner quietly squeezed his bow strings while hiding himself with cover-up magic.

- The men who captured Deane.

"I asked you to secure it before you made contact with Diaz."

A young man dressed as a squire in Richard's dance hall… Narius leaks those words as he stares at Deane, who has become muddy, scratchy and invisible.

That's how Narius dives into Deane's nostalgia... and starts wandering around for something in Deane's nostalgia.

When he was dressed as a squire, Narius broke down the dark hair, which had been tightly stiffened, growing a beard, and covered his body with a leather cloak, and he was guessing the bulk of what had happened to Deane from the state of Deane's armor, which he had captured and tied up.

He made contact with Diaz on his way to the meadow...... he tried to harm Diaz, he was fought back by Diaz and lost his gesture, he himself was attacked by that armor, and he presumed to have escaped with his life.

"You were just twisted that Diaz didn't kill you.

He told me to secure myself, and I had a corpse. Then I'd be pissed off. "

Saying so, Narius finds something in Deane's pocket wrapped in a cloth that he does and takes it out... he laughs nicely when he sees the gold seal that was in that cloth.

"All right! Seal secure, too......!

... This should satisfy Master Richard, and he'll forgive me for being late!

One of my buddies standing on his side talks to Narius, who laughs so lightly and puts his seal into his own nostalgia, in a grumpy, mixed voice.

"In the first place, don't forget you had to be obsessed with visiting the diner, you were on time at your leisure, right?

I wasted days and days at dinner... "

"Hey, if I put those great dishes in front of me, everyone will be obsessed with me.

I can't believe I'm still using the sugar and spices from Casdex territory, some sweet dishes, some spicy dishes, even sour dishes, and mixing spices all over them to create such a complex flavor... ha, so depressing to go home to Wang Du - "

And it was when Narius was speaking a sighing-minded word.

Suddenly, the wind-cutting noise pops into the ears of Narius and the others.

Narius and the others react aggressively to the sharply and intensely sounding wind cuts and stay low and alert as they cover Deane.

Then, shortly after that, the wind cuts tear apart the space where Narius and the others had their upper bodies until then... I hear another sharp sound from the rear of Narius and the wind cuts with Kang.

Narius, who responded to the sound and gazed toward the sound, was at once annoyed to think that they had been attacked to see a single arrow stabbed by the tree there.

"... who the fuck!!

Narius raises his voice as he releases the dagger he lowered to his waist.

That's how Narius and the others put their weapons on each of them and start exploring their enemies by circling their sights... but I don't see anything like it anywhere at all.

There are enemies halfway between the big tree and the dead tree you can see in the front, to observe from the direction you hear the wind cut coming and the way the arrow stabs and drifts... what the hell...? and Narius and the others are puzzled.

Confused, Narius switches his mind once he has no choice but to look for it and start thinking about the identity of the enemy and its purpose.

Why were they attacked?

Who the hell attacked you?

Who the hell is in this room but ourselves?

And Narius, who circles the thought, remembers that Deane was running in a state of panic that could be described as unusual… to the point of a possibility.

Could it be that Deane had not escaped from under the Diaz and the others, and that they were still pursuing him?

If that happens, that means there's a possibility that Diaz was chasing Diane or Diaz's people are right next to him...

Believing in its potential and its own intuition, Narius opens his mouth wide and shouts out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

We're not enemies, Mr. Diaz. Not enemies!

Rather ally sss! Mr. Diaz's... Apprentice? Godfather? The one who came to receive the life of Master Richard of

What the hell did the two of my people do to Narius's sudden shout? Narius takes a bag of gold coins entrusted to him by Richard out of his nostalgia and puts it up high as he sends an astonishing glance that

"In that proof. Look! I was worried about Mr. Diaz. This is how Richard brings the gold coins he prepared for Mr. Diaz!

I'll give you this, so please don't attack me any more, sss!!

Take that word of Narius, or he's a slight killer drifting around, but he definitely starts to soothe... Narius is fine! Correct! And cheers inside.

"I know what it's like to hate Deane, but I want you to keep it down here and believe me, Master Richard!

Instead of what you do with Deane here, put it in Richard's hands, and being judged by Richard's hands should definitely turn out better for Mr. Diaz, too, sss!

Neither I nor Master Richard have any feelings about disturbing Mr. Diaz or anything like that! Trust me, sss!!

When Narius says so, the killing temper is even more soothing than earlier... so finally, our people start to wonder who Narius intends and who his enemies are.

As such, Narius and the others signaled with their gaze and nodded at each other... and when they put their weapons in fear and vigilance... the killing temper faded to such an extent that they could clearly see the swordswallowing air and disappeared.

As usual, he doesn't see the other person, and he remains speechless from them, but Narius strokes his chest down with a ho when he apparently feels safe and good.

That's how Narius gently puts the bag of gold coins in his hand on the spot and begins to strap Deane, tied up by one of his companions, up on his own shoulder.

- And then, once again, a sharp wind-cut sound echoes around.

Why the sudden wind cut to a place I was completely relieved of!? and Narius and the others get stunned and confused.

As Narius and the others became confused, a single arrow suddenly appeared with the impending wind cut... plundering around Deane's waist and piercing him to the ground.

Shortly afterwards, two bags were lowered to Deane's waist belt and fell to the ground with the sound of jalali... The falling impact opened the bags mouth and the contents of the bags overflowed, making Narius and the others suspect the shooters' intentions.

Among those bags is a significant amount of gold coins, more than Richard prepared for Diaz... Deane is good, but that's what the shooter wants to say.

"Wow, okay, sss!

I'll give you that bag, too, sss!

Good for you guys if you like it!!

That's what Narius said in his up-rubbing voice... not waiting for a response, not waiting for a reaction from the other person, turning his heel back and rushing out... escaping the scene.

One of my people and one of them who was in charge of Deane followed it... and that's how Narius and the others made it home to accomplish Richard's request.

- - Arner.

"Hmm."

And, picking up the bags of gold coins with a small grunt, Arner, holding them in, twists his neck wondering how he reported them to Diaz, as he ascertains the weight of that smug bag.

When I used the soul test, the three men had the result of reddish white.

He tied up a woman over such a result, and if he were the kind of man who wandered that nostalgia, and the people from the capital of the kingdom... although he let go of the arrows thinking that they would be the ones who had no problems even if they had caused some more injuries... apparently the men were related to the orphans that Diaz had raised previously, whom Diaz had talked about.

Given that the results of the soul appraisal did not change from start to finish, it seems that Arner did not tell the lie... while telling the true truth without falsehood that he was not Diaz's enemy, then reddish... Arner roars as he looks up to heaven wondering how the hell to judge.

That's how I thought about it for a while... Arner, who couldn't come to an answer that seemed like it, apparently wouldn't come to a conclusion on his own, stopping worrying and roaring... the good guy's, starts running back into the woods wondering if he's headed under Diaz.

When I get under Diaz, I'm going to tell him that Richard, Diaz's upbringing, has prepared the money for me, and that Deane's disposition seems to do something about it.

... so when he returned to the village of Ill, he would either cook some delicious dishes for Diaz, who would have consumed his body and mind in battle, or pull out the harp and let him hear it in a song of love, no, or go ahead... Arner, thinking about that, ran through the woods with gold coins that were supposed to be quite heavy, lighter than when he was chasing Deane.