I’m the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I’ll Raise My Little Brother

Sometimes when you're doing something like Master of Adventurer Alliance, you see all kinds of training grounds.

Especially a city called Kikunai, thanks to a lord who didn't take care of the territory at all until last year, and a deputy who was fat and fat all round under it, then various problems were brought in.

At the time of the assignment, it must have been because of the blackening of the hair and the whites.

However, Kikunai has changed and is really peaceful lately, and if the bandits don't come out like before, there is no rubbing between adventurers such as the middle-sized adventurer whose strength has been overwhelming bullying the gruesome rookie.

Conversely, the middle-class gets friendly with newcomers, who even feel like they are treating each other respectfully side by side with seniors.

I guess that has affected the city by creating a climate of intimacy and respect for adventurers.

The adventurer is certainly a chunk of romance, but if you give him the back, he's a rootless windmill, and he's a bad patterned guy.

If it's a city under the direct jurisdiction of a nobleman, you may even be treated cold as a nose picker.

Kikunai, too, was until last year.

Was it around the early summer last year that changed?

Maybe since the day a strange child was taken by an elf hero to dive the gate of the Adventurer's Guild.

The city's air changed between then and then a policy of generously protecting adventurers was launched, and the guild introduced a mechanism for raising beginners.

Not only through the newly born Entertainment and Kikunai Girls Choir in the city, adventurers and city people began to interact. You realized you and your opponent were the same person, and you started to embrace each other.

In just one year, the city of Kikunai has reached the point of being known as a very cozy city among adventurers.

"... n, though. Why are you guys making a scene in a city like that!

"Ruh-ah!

"Suck it in, Osama!

I scratched my skull-pruned head and sighed deeply here, skinhead muscle Dharma and a tough man on Scarface screamed.

The place is the entrance to the city's liquor store. The skinhead bastard is poking a sharp sword at the little neck of the master of the tavern he caught.

Scarface has an axe, but no hostages.

Well, it's called a cage case.

Kikunai has a good economy these days.

Not surprisingly, this broken door of my hand flowed, but it basically left without any evil.

'Cause if you walk down the road, you're gonna hit the elf hero, and you're gonna meet the legendary guild master. Otherwise a famous adventurer walks wide.

If I had experience as an adventurer to the extent that I know my strengths properly, I'd be very much inclined to do evil in this city.

If you think so and look at the stand-up cageman, he's a young monk, he's red-handed, and his gear is nothing special for sale in Kikunai.

I mean, I guess it's the chickens that just came.

"You guys...... don't know is a happy thing. I'm not saying anything bad, so just surrender!

"Ugh, you're so tight! Give me the money!"

"Food and horses too! Or I'll kill him!

It's good to be upset by the booze, but I guess the guards are calling me right away and surrounding the liquor store, and they can't pull it off either.

Speaking of young, yes.

If it were now, as a drunken wolf, I'd be punished as much as I paid.

I guess that's the kind of enthusiasm that the city's residents rushed into the Adventurer's Guild.

Me and scratching my head again.

"So! Just surrender!

Otherwise, it matters.

That will only make things more troublesome.

So I want to be as calm as I can be.

Guerraggera and two idiots laughed at what they thought of that soft response.

"Osama, if you're in Brooklyn, you can just go home and sleep, okay? Bring the man in charge quickly!

"Yeah, we'll have it, too. That's great!

Is there a reason for that?

Kids with disabilities, but I can't help it.

He asked me to surrender, when I almost opened my mouth again.

A brisk, strong breeze blows, and the dust rises.

A standing cageman looks around in a whistle that's been out of tune for a long time.

Oh, it was late.

Exhaling deeply, the guards also dropped their shoulders.

"So, who!

"Stop the joking whistle!

Then now a high laugh pours from above my head.

It's also a little kid's. Plus, the stand-up cageman's scarface looks up over his head.

"" What!?

On the roof of the retrospective liquor store stood a toddler with a wooden knife on his back wearing a hand-painted chick mask and a maid clothed girl with a mop wearing a fancy mask that I thought was a masquerade, next to which a boy with an arrow on his bow hidden his eyes with a small mask like two triangles lined up.

Because of this, all three of them cloak a bathroom with a tang grass pattern.

""............ what?

Yeah, I know how you feel.

I agree with the inadvertent voices from the cagemen.

but the three people on the roof don't mind at all.

"In order to cover Kikuai, Aoi and Haoi, I blame you, Chicken Kamen, and Ken!

"Sasha Archer Mask, up! Bad guys, get ready!

"Your maid of honor mask v3, it's a reference! The villains will send it to the underworld, just the maids!

A maid girl and Archer boy, with their hands on their hips in the middle of a chick masked toddler with their chests stretched out, also have their chests stretched out.

But after the pose was decided, the toddler in the chick's mask - a self-proclaimed chick mask - pulled the wooden knife out of his back by twisting it, pomming it with both hands.

"We weren't... Maid or not, something called 'maid', isn't it?

"Uh... Nah. I think so, too."

"Huh!? It's not that bad! If that's what you mean," The Messenger of Justice "is a bit daunting."

"Hmm? Then say, 'Oh, my goodness! Make it'?

"'Cause I can't. If you say that, you'll find out that Hirosa is a' chick mask '. I'm doing it in a nightmare for a young man."

No, he's found out.

I'm telling you.

again, sigh deeply.

Then a guard with a face like a brick that was nearby spoke.

"Mr. Laurent, do we have the killer now?"

"Ah, oh. Then I'll take care of the hostages..."

"Ro," the murderer barked as he tried to get the last sound out of his mouth, suddenly recovering.

"What!? The kid's not calling you! Suck it in..."

"One of you is doing it, but you can't do it!

From the top of the roof, the chick mask...... Whatever you may think, Lord/Feng Butterfly's younger brother, the "Hideo" thing that you can reveal. Master Leggles made sure to wave the wooden knife down toward the two caged criminals and cut the sky.

Then there was the sound of bocco, dokah, and a wooden knife just waving it wouldn't normally happen, and there was a big hole at the killer's feet.

""... Huh?

For a moment you didn't know what happened, the two men look at the empty hole at their feet and the chick mask three times.

However, drunkenness seems to be a creature whose situation cannot be judged properly...

"Terra! You can't see this hostage! Ahem!?

"Don't throw down your weapon, he killed you..."

You wanted to say "su".

But the moment they dazzle their axes and swords, there are two things that cut the wind and fly.

One of them was an arrow, which smashed the sword I had put up for the demonstration, I wish the skinhead had stopped, to the particulate level, and stabbed it straight into the wall. The other is a mop pattern stabbed to the ground wearing a hole in a scarface axe.

"Grannies, when we're talking, it's the bad guy Joe Siki who doesn't move, okay? Protect them properly!

"That's right! I'm behaving badly!

I barely hide my face, but the Archer mask I can only see in this play with Yuansan, and if I hide my face, I change my clothes, and then I stop the maid, and I want to say if you're willing to hide who she is. The maid mask, the maid girl with the Leggles. They lose their complexion while those two and the killer who compares their gains sees them.

When they broke out of their knees, they also lost their hips, and they sat down with their buttcakes on.

"That's why I told you."

When I squeal, he slaps my pompous and shoulder like a soldier who was by my side working.

Is this the end of the cage case?

Horrified by the awkward curtain, the master of the liberated hostages came here with a potato.

"It was terrible in my eyes," he said, struggling to turn his shoulder, as the killer crawled around in the corner of his sight trying to escape.

I wish I could stop.

The moment the fourth sigh came out, from the roof of the liquor store, a chick mask flashed a wooden knife to the side.

A sickle (the Kaijus) slits the wind to the side and trims the hair on the top of the heads of the two killers.

"Dokoi-ku's?

"" Hih!?

To the adorable voice of the child, the two men fell on the spot with their white eyes peeled.

"Me too! If you haven't done anything yet, why are you doing this?

"That's the fifth time, isn't it?

"But now you're settled for one thing!

"Ugh! When the three of them jumped off the roof, the masked warriors disappeared neglectfully.

"I don't know how to write a book."

"Uh..."

"If I write it as it is, the young man is going to fall..."

"Let's be good collaborators, as usual, shall we?

"Hey."

When they come, I can't write the truth in the paperwork.

If I wrote it, maybe my brother who drowns that brother would say, "Don't be so dangerous!? 'Cause I'm gonna pass out.

So I told you to surrender early.

I sighed for the fifth time today - imagining the sharp gaze of the city's new deputy - ahead of filing the papers.