Gate of Amitilicia Online

Login forty-fifth time.

"Fist, over here!

In response to a call from Luke, I took a trip to a tavern in Einfast.

Luke calls out as soon as he enters the store. And the gaze that gathers here. Players and residents alike. Uh, even here.

"Is that him, that Fist...?

"He said he crushed the medium size with one blow..."

"They killed the Demons with their bare hands..."

"I heard I smashed my head with one fingertip..."

"Do you mean boulders are Gentiles..."

A whispering voice comes into my ear. Including Dema. Down with one fingertip, or whatever end of the century the Savior is.

After the defense battle ended, GAO operations uploaded a digest video of the defense battle to the official HP. The point was that it was an introductory video of an active player, but [Silverblade] faces like Luke and Jerido were naturally in. Gunhild was out, too. [Iga Ninja Army] Some of them looked like lizards.

So, some of them looked like me. Destroying the Medium Demon Clan with one blow seems to have had quite an impact. As far as I'm concerned, the pain that followed was more shocking.

Well, that's why I'm temporarily gaining visibility. I felt my gaze from everywhere when I was walking in the city. I don't know what people say about rumors, and then they'll go back to normal.

I dared to ignore my gaze and I headed to Luke's seat.

"Oh, the arrival of a new hero, my lord."

"Who's the hero"

I'll tell him to tear it up. I'll stare at Swain. This guy wants to know what's going on.

"No, but there's been a rumor among the residents. Even a fistman who defeated a medium-sized demon with only one fist."

Jerido laughed when he saw me like that. No, how can it be a rumor? It was me and Wena and Syria on that spot, and then there were two players, right? You don't have anyone else watching that. Players can tell via video, but the residents shouldn't know.

"Fist. There were quite a few residents who just weren't on the table and were looking outside from nearby buildings. And some knights were still conscious."

Give it up, and Wena laughs at Niyaniya. I just thought all the knights were passed out at that time, but was there someone left unconscious? Damn, I don't think this is my character...

"So, what's this call?

Since it seemed like it would be even better if it stayed this way, I decided to modify the track.

"Well, sit down. Actually, I left you a letter."

When prompted to sit in a chair, Luke put one envelope in front of me. Well, a letter to me?

Feeling something unexplained, I took the envelope. Turn it over, it's sealed with red wax, and the wax has an engraving like you've seen somewhere.

Open the seal, take the letter out of the inside and look through.

The content was a thank you note. Looks like it came from one of the knights I helped back then. It spells out an apology in the form of a thank you for your help, a letter, and a praise for my battle results. And when he came to Dread, he was closing in to make sure he stopped by. The sender is Alphonse Braozee, certain.

"So here's the other one."

Go on. The thing on the table is a dagger. I can tell it's expensive just at first glance. The black sheath was decorated to such an extent that it would not be an evil hobby with gold or silver, and the pattern head was adorned with red and round gems. Inside it is engraved the same crest as the wax seal.

"Thank you so much for Fist's help. He wants to thank me for meeting him in person. I wonder if the dagger is a ticket replacement for that time."

"... can't you just say no?

It seems like a lot of trouble for the chivalry class and all that... I think it would be better for me not to get involved.

"Only daggers should be sent to me then via the Grunbarts."

"Where's the Grunbart family?

"Lord Einfast"

... I only have a bad feeling about it. If you say that you are a knight who has an intimacy with the lord here, you must be in quite a position in Dread as well. When I gave it back, I gave it back. The corner is going to stand.

"Well, it's not a bad story for you. Why don't you pay him a visit?"

Not sure what to do, Swain said.

"Nothing right now, not that. I'm aware of that area. Sooner or later, when you go to Dread, you'll be fine."

"... think about it. But when did you get this?

"When I went to the lord. Looks like he was just about to go back to Dorad, and he was on the spot for a stroke."

I guess I'll have to go, while I cloud my words and store my letters and daggers in my storage west porch. Well, that's the time.

"Well, here's the next thing."

Wait for me to finish cleaning up, Swain keeps going.

"It's about enhanced magic shooting. Fist, what's the state of your right arm now?

"For once, only [pain sensitization] remains as a status anomaly"

The injury itself was healed by treatment after the defensive battle. [Pain relief disabled] also disappeared after a while. but this is all that remains. And the pain itself hasn't slipped out. There is no obstacle to everyday living levels, but I don't think the battle seems possible and the production system is tough. Still, the pain is diminishing little by little, so it'll be back on track before it's too far away. The right gauntlet is removed because it is a burden now.

"Right. However, if the layering of the body has such an effect..."

"Weapon-based reinforced magic strikes can overload the weapon used. Endurance values drop dramatically, and in some cases, you lose everything."

In Luke's words I look at the gauntlet on my left arm. So the gauntlet isn't recognized as a weapon. The same would apply even if [Enhanced Magic Strike] could be used in [Footsteps].

"The overlay is about twice or three times normal. If you overlap too much, you won't keep your weapon. Well, I feel like I'm going to hang everything on the last blow, and I'm not even going to pour in all the remaining MPs and fire a blow without hating to destroy weapons. Common name, Final Strike"

Something tells me that move was in some game. But you're letting go of a blow. You don't think your weapon will break before you let it go.

"It's not surprising that the Reinforced Magic Strike overlay is unknown. Perhaps it will spread in this case. So, I'd like to ask you, how many times did you hang that time?

"... I don't remember very well. Anyway, I was desperate that a knight like that would be in danger if he didn't do anything to the medium-sized. I was already right in front of you when I thought your arm was crazy."

I don't even remember how much MP was left. I'm pretty sure it was at least eightfold. When my arm is fully healed, I'll have to see how many times it takes to make sure it's okay. I won't let that sore hell happen again.

"Ha ha! The result is that feat!

My voice came from behind me unexpectedly. Turning around, he was a plate-mailed, hard-faced, blonde-eyed man. Who, this guy?

"Are you here, Reddin?"

"Oh, you kept me waiting, Luke."

But Luke and the others looked familiar, and the man called Reddin looked at me as he exchanged greetings.

"Fist, right. Nice to meet you. I'm Reddin. I'm the leader of the Alliance [Freedom Warriors]."

Reddin came out with his left hand in his name. Does that mean this is the Gilmouth of the [Freedom Warriors]? Apparently you did quite a bit of work outside in the defense battle ahead.

"Hmm, what's up? Yeah, I got my left hand out because I don't have a lot of hands. I don't know the damage to your right hand, so I just put it over here."

You misunderstood the reaction was delayed, Reddin, saying that. Did you take care of me?

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's an honor to meet you. Name it again. Fist."

"Ooh. I'm glad I met a good guy like you, too. Oh, it doesn't mean anything weird, does it? I'm normal."

When I shake hands, it goes away like that. Yeah, it's not what I imagined. I thought you felt like the head of the mercenary regiment of hundreds of wars and smells. No, is this the type of person who can switch properly in public and private life?

"Well, just now, Fist. You, why don't you come into our house?

"What?"

Are we in the Freedom Warriors? What, all of a sudden?

"Hey, don't wait, Reddin! Fist has an appointment this way!?

Wena bit Reddin as she leaked her dumb voice into the sudden solicitation. But Reddin had a cool face and hoisted the edge of his mouth.

"What are you talking about? I guess you guys are after you've already been shaken, though? Then what's wrong with me dictating? I don't know if you're unconcerned. You don't like persistent women, do you?

"Grungy......!

Wena has her face drawn to the last teasing tone. Hey, it's not that mucky but... hey, Luke, so are you guys. What a face.

"Hey, Fist. We want a wide variety of people. But the basics are better than the arms. I don't care if I work out my arms, but it's not easy with all the sexual roots. But a good man like you would be welcome. I also stand on my arm. And you can cook? I'd definitely like a fighting-style talent, or a cook. What do you say?

Shit, Reddin keeps his face close. That gaze is straight and doesn't make you feel anything to include. I don't know how far you're researching a human being named me, but I know you value me highly from the information you've gathered. He seemed to be looking at me regardless of what happened to Luke and the others. I'm glad to hear that.

"Sorry, but I have something I want to do."

That's my answer.

"Oh well. But call me whenever you change your mind. You're welcome."

I thought I'd eat down, but Reddin retreated lightly.

"Oh, later, if that's all right with you, if there's anything I need you to give me a hand with, can I call you? Of course, your convenience is our top priority."

That in itself has no particular reason to say no. Because this guy wouldn't have any idea of falling for me or using me unilaterally.

"Oh, I don't mind"

That's why we registered friends with each other. Breaking up with each other, Reddin has nodded many times. Are you that happy?

"Well, yeah, I won't call you that, but then, please. If anything happens over there, don't hesitate to call me. I can help you as much as I can."

"Oh, thank you"

Yeah, somehow, I registered my friend as a momentum... but it's also an amazing story that I can get along with as many guild masters as [Freedom Warriors]... when I said that, my first friend was [Silverblade] Gilmouth.

"Hold on. Fist's gonna be tough for a while."

Sitting in an empty seat, ordering the food, Reddin said with pleasure for some reason. Well, what do you got?

"It means the other players who saw the activity won't leave Fist alone."

When I looked at Luke and the others for answers, Jerido taught me with a bitter smile.

"I showed you all that power. It's not a matter of low skill levels or anything like that, no, I guess that's why. Anyone who wants that strength comes out. Anyway, that blow can be a trump card."

No, no, no, no. I'm not a showdown weapon, am I?

"Apart from the medium-sized thing, I've defeated many of the regular moulds as bare hands. Some players look to tricks and skill, not power."

"Right. I thought I'd look around and not stand around well."

Miriam, that's how Syria compliments me. Stop it, I'm embarrassed and tickled.

"PvP maniacs will want to try to fight you, and PK might be after you to make a name for it. The solicitation for the guild will also continue. Anyway, we and [the Freedom Warriors] have already solicited and ended up failing. Do you want to hear that and give up or just attack me with all your chances...... looking forward to that?

"I don't think it's weird that you've already invited me or something, but you haven't? Make it PvP, make it Guild Solicitation."

Swain laughs with pleasure, too, and Luke asks what's going on.

"Not at the moment. Guild Solicitation is [Iga Ninja Army]... is this a no-can because it was before the defense war"

But this is also a hassle...... PvP can be a good opportunity, but I don't think I can live up to Battlemania's expectations. You can't use that blow on PvP. I'm not even willing to take the guild solicitation.

"It could be tough, but come on. You can use our names if you want."

"You can use our names, too, okay?

"Don't be silly. I'll borrow the tiger's authority. I don't know what to do. I'll do what I have to do myself."

Don't make it easy on Luke and Reddin. I know you're worried about me, but that's a drama.

"Well, that's good. Reddin's here, and it's time to get down to business."

Knock on your hand and Swain grabs your attention. The real deal? Is something still going on?

"What are you doing?

When I asked, Swain said as he put out some paper on the table.

"This defensive battle is all about."