Glutton Berserker ~The One That Exceeds The Concept Of Levels~

How many... uh, about thirty people? That's a pretty big area.

Probably the leader of the party is walking the lead.

I can see you solidifying yourself with luxurious looking gear to see. And the young man comes at me with an unusually full smile.

I've never seen a laugh like this.

Who is it... I hold the Black Sword Grid even harder and get into shape.

"Relax, Faith"

"Yeah, but I feel like he sucks."

He came without a problem in my mind. He still talks to me with a smile on his face like a noodle.

"Hi, I'm Northern Arestal. You're incredibly strong. I was looking at it from a distance, and it was still overwhelming. Can I have your name, please?

Northern puts out his right hand and asks for a handshake. But I didn't respond.

"I'm Mukuro. He's just a samurai. Nothing more or less. Enough, I want to go back to Babylon to redeem this."

I try to walk away with that, but a party led by Northern surrounds me. I can't go home with this.

I put down the sack of hemp that I was re-carrying while fixing the flaws in my mask.

Somehow, an evil mood is beginning to drift. Everyone at this party seems to be either intoxicated or swearing allegiance to Northern, and they don't seem to be going to give me back what I haven't finished talking about yet.

At the end of the sentence, each of them even tries to take a weapon.

Shit, these guys look like grown-ups, they seem pretty short tempered. I'm going to look at him like that because I think he's going to die for something that doesn't go with Northern's intentions.

What the... is this just a party going to get this far? No, that's not it.

Then why...?

I was uncomfortable, and I saw a weapon that Northern was lowering to his waist.

This is the Holy Sword!? I see, is that what you mean? Because I'm not going to change my attitude.

"You were a saint knight..."

"As you can see, I'm a holy knight. It's been a long day off. This is how I brought my men to see you."

Scared. I called the monster hunt a game. Northern smiles nicely as she hands up Sarah's blonde hair. If I were a woman, I'd be surprised. But I'm a man.

It's sloppy.

Still, you're the Holy Knight. Then maybe you're angry that I took two platoons of orcs. So it seems like he's using these guys to keep surrounding me.

"Maybe you want me to leave this?

I point to two hemp bags stuffed with oak ears.

But Northern shakes his head.

Shit, you mean you're sorry that's all.

"I'm telling you, if you're taking any more time from me, I have an idea."

This is a world dominated by power. Some impotence like you can't do in Wang Du is hard.

I pull out the Black Sword Grid and point it at Northern,

"Well, don't wait. I told you the first time. I was impressed by your strength."

"So..."

"I don't know. Wouldn't that be my subordinate? Give whatever you want."

This is why the Holy Knight...... In the end, coming to Babylon doesn't change anything from the king's capital.

He thinks he can do everything with money and power. Congratulations.

If that's true, I'm not here.

"I say no. Hit something else like that. I don't serve anybody, and I don't work with anybody. That's all I need."

I show Northern the black sword in my hand. Gleed is on track through his "Reading Mind" skills, saying, "You will, you will," but now I leave you alone.

Roxy was the only one I served, and I'm not willing to serve under anyone's holy knight anymore. I made up my mind the day I left Wang Du.

Northern looks at me like that, eating down.

"I let you see the performance of that black sword in the battle earlier. No, I'm surprised. That changes shape, doesn't it? That's what you call a multi-weapon. I've seen it in ancient documents. I'm surprised it existed. If you don't mind, can I see it?

"I also say no to that. This is not something I can give you."

Again, Gried said from his Reading Mind skills, "Yes, yes. Kill this fake guy already. I'll forgive you." What a mess.

Staring at Northern, he sighed and waved his hand to the side.

My men, who were around me as soon as possible, start pulling back.

"I get it. Then I'll see you next time."

"... there will be no next. You're gonna hate persistent men."

"Not really. I've got everything I ever wanted. [M] That's not going to change."

As always, Northern paves the way for me with a clear smile. I will look at his men as I pass by. No one, he seems strong. Perhaps Northern himself saw it with his eyes and gathered the people he could use.

And his men also seemed to remember joy in serving.

Damn...... I came to Babylon and got my eyes on a troublesome guy early. Maybe I'm cut with the Holy Knight, but I can't.

Finally, I can get away from Northern's party. When I think that, I can call again from behind. I never turned around.

"I work in the military district of Babylon under Master Roxy Hart, who came yesterday. If you like, come and see me. I'll be waiting."

Damn, is he under Roxy? I'm just imagining we're together, kind of... angry.

Besides, I feel bad intentions from Northern. Being just a samurai, I can't get anywhere near Roxy anymore. I just hope I didn't overthink it.

There is also the matter of Ellis' advice. Isn't the disturbing air surrounding Roxy just increasing?

I can't move on even if I think about it. I'll reback the sack and cross the border between the kingdom and Gallia. Fresh air came into my lungs. The frustration that was swirling in my mind from earlier disappears little by little.

But it wasn't everything. This has never happened before, but it keeps tickling. What is it, feelings similar to this rush......

"Hey, Greed."

"What's up? I don't have the usual energy. '

"That's... No, it's nothing"

"Oh, my God, don't wear it. Just tell me."

"That's okay."

I was trying to talk to Gried, and I felt like something different. Plus, they're going to fool me, and let's not. I like that. Refresh your mind,

"Now shall we go back to Babylon? I got in the way, but I'm redeeming this for new gear."

'Um, I've been waiting for you. My sheath is made of gold. "

"Can you? You're too heavy!

"Hahahahahahahaha, it's a muscle tread. Hey! '

Before the muscle, my taste is too bad. What a golden bastard. Because I like Gleed's fancy gear. I have trouble getting them to do the same. I'm sure, as the Grid tells me, everything will be golden once you're equipped.... I absolutely don't like just imagining it.

Try going to a liquor store or inn like that, you'll get tangled up and made a laugher out of it.

"It doesn't matter. Normal is fine, normal! Normal is the best!

'That's a boring one. Also ~, are you willing to buy black clothes? That's plain.'

"That's good. Black is practicable because the dirt isn't noticeable."

"Yes, sir."

"Phew, if you're saying that, the sheath of the grid is black, too"

'There's no such thing. Don't push your hobby. "

"Ha! You're the one who said it!

Really already... just say whatever you want and put it on the shelf just for yourself.

Let's go with Gried, I can see the defensive city of Babylon as we speak. A sturdy city protected by thick Adamantite exterior walls. Go inside through the main gate on the north side of it.

Okay, we'll redeem this and buy some clothes and sheaths. Make it a good piece of equipment for this mask. Of course, it's black.