I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

435 Bandit Guild and Gurus

The Bandit Guild has been paying attention to Fran since the beginning?

"What do you mean?

"Well, not really. Let's talk a little bit."

"We don't have time to waste"

"Well, I hope it's not a waste of time, huh? Hey, Onest."

"Hmm? Suddenly with me?

Onest, told by Fisto, opens her eyes gently. Apparently, he's surprised. And suspicious.

"I'm loaded."

"You think you're so strong?

"... okay? Never be hostile. If you don't want to die. My perception of the crisis has been so responsive since I confronted Hundred Swords."

I see. If it was meant to be, a strong fist would threaten the opponent, and the con man Onest would be the flow to proceed in his favor. But Fisto instantly realized Fran's strength and apparently gave up intimidation by force.

"Uh, ma'am. Please have a seat as I will prepare some tea for now."

"I don't want it. Because we don't have time."

"No, no, because a good negotiating seat still doesn't start without delicious tea"

"I said there's no time to waste"

"Ha. Really? No, I'd love to be close to someone as beautiful and powerful as you."

Onest smiles nicely as she gently lifts her hair. They're releasing sparkling beams. If it was Earth, I could have been number one host. But Fran didn't change one expression.

"Aren't you willing to listen to me?

Maybe Onest is the trump card of the female opponent. If this handsome man does smile at me, the approximate woman will climb up, and the negotiations will go in the favor of the bandit guild.

But I'm sorry to hear that. My Fran's not into good-looking things! In the first place, there's no way a far-fetched negotiation can pass. Especially now I'm in a hurry. It would also be significant that the opponent is not a complete ally. That response tends to be harsher for me to be vigilant.

I guess it's still time for a split here. If you say you came in with metastatic magic, it would be an excuse for you to show up suddenly.

"Ma, wait!

Chilli.

The moment Onest called out, the discomfort struck me as if I had even run electrostatically into my brain. I remember this. I caught him in a dungeon in Ulmut, exactly the same as when the bandit Solas was used for compulsive affinity in his possession.

Maybe he used his heterosexual attraction skills. Skill of drawing the attention of the opposite sex.

Fran, who hadn't noticed before, was able to feel clear now that he had developed his skills. My eyes narrowed softly.

Kicking a ton of round tables and flying, Don descends on the front of Onest, who remains in a slightly floating position to stop Fran. To intimidate Onest, or the momentum of the roundtable.

And stick me right in that neck. Looked down with cold eyes from above, Onest loses his word. Instead, the left and right were the two who raised their voices.

"Hey, hey! My lady! What the hell is wrong with you?

"Oh, yeah! Suddenly you're not calm!

"... Is it mild to use your skills during negotiations?

You didn't think you could ever use your skills, Onest is pale in the face. But here Onest has shown a strange pride. I think it's best to apologize for being an adult, but I guess for a race like them, you can't be licked at the negotiating table.

"Here, hey, I didn't know you'd pull the sword out! You'll regret it!

"... Hmm?

Uh, this guy who did it. Even if Fisto told me not to be hostile, I guess there was still some insult because of Fran's appearance. Or did you feel ridiculed for being pushed aside by a young franc, or did you regret your appearance without going through at all?

I have spoken of a hostile dialogue in an attempt to regain the lead of the conversation.

Immediately after that, Fran stares at Onest. No intimidation by skill yet. But I was close to certifying these guys as enemies. How about the next line? Your neck will fly.

The guards across the wall also see the tension running. Even if you don't feel Fran's strength on the wall, you know he's overwhelming when you hear Fist say it. Still, if Fran orders me to fight, I have to attack him. Lower end sadness.

Isn't this a bad idea? Negotiations are going to be completely broken. No, I wasn't even in the negotiations. Maybe I should have left from the beginning.

"Marry me!

"Bube-?"

Oh, my God, Fist punched Onest in the face from the side and shut him up. Onest, blown away in a conical state, clashes against the wall and stops moving. He won't be dead because his chest is up and down, but his business tool face is in pretty bad shape.

Fist has stayed on both hands and knees and has been desperately apologetic. All you have to do is bow your head and you're in a completely grounded position.

"Hold on! That's his fault now! Hey, my usual scumbag just came out! I never thought I'd be hostile to you! I'm sorry! So sit down!

Fist and Onest seemed the same once, okay? Pink, too, seems surprised by the sudden.

"Hey, Fist. What are you doing? Why don't you rub it with Onesto's team later?

"Ugh! It's better than killing everyone here! Look at the real thing. I get it. Rumors are true!

I guess it's a decision that it's better to rub it with Onest later than to get raped by Fran. And you killed them all... I don't know what rumors you're hearing, but he seemed pretty afraid of Fran.

"For the most part, I was opposed to executing a lady who couldn't do anything but this skill! Aah! Oh, shit!

"... I didn't expect you to mess up that much... Huh. I don't have a choice. The men won't be able to use it, and I'll let them talk. Just a little bit more, will you be patient?

Pink has laughed and talked to Nicole, even though she should have figured out the dangers of Fran from Fist's attitude. Fran, too, must have seen the tragedy of Onest and dropped his drinks. He nodded at me.

"... ok"

"Thanks"

Pink sits on the chair again. Although Fran got off the round table, he stayed standing. Pink should be completely grabbed by Fran for life or death, but there's no color for fear. It's definitely this pink that has the most liver sitting in the executive.

"Well, let me put it straight, but Master Garth is no longer at Count Olmes' residence."

"! What do you mean?

"Hehe. You're finally interested. Well, we had a little relationship with Master Garth."

It lightly explains why Pink has tied Fran and Garth together and given us that information.

Originally, it seems the Bandit Guild owed Garth.

"Once upon a time, the demonic props of the summons that Neika Eri brought to the king's capital ran wild. There was a time in the King's capital, when the Warcraft of Threat D was about to be unleashed in large numbers."

Apparently it was Garth who was present at the scene and stopped the summons by destroying the demonic props.

"No matter how many times we say we're getting eye spills, we can't even say that if we summon a warcraft in the king's capital. It would have crushed every tissue."

From that, the Bandit Guild said it owed Garth a great deal. And he learned that Garth was under house arrest at the Marquis Ashtoner family and tried to make contact.

"A Bandit Guild person is at the Marquis?

Even the elite of the Count Baileys' house was captured? But that's just the Bandit Guild there. They have a day long.

"My ears and ears there don't think I'm working with the Bandit Guild. I usually work seriously and sell information to pocket money sometimes. That's all. So if those ears and eyes are crushed, they won't reach us."

"I see."

"So, with those guys' guidelines, it's easy to sneak in. No, it's not that good of a guide, it's just enough to get you to take your sights around a little less seriously."

That's how the bandit guild that came into contact with Garth asked him to put on multiple auctions the sheath of swords that he secretly made during house arrest.

"Because I owe you one. I couldn't say no. Besides the sheath, I had a few good weapons unloaded."

Oh, my God, the product branded Master's Sheath was apparently put up for several auctions. I had multiple listings in full swing. Well, you wouldn't notice that cipher right away if you didn't know anything. Even if you realize it, you don't know what it means.

I thought I could use a Bandit Guild person to ask Fran for a message, but I don't even know if Fran would trust me with that. That's why he said it was such a roundabout.

And he said Fran was the only one who actively won that sheath. I guess the Bandit Guild was keeping a close eye on all the sheaths.

Still, how can you make as many sheaths under house arrest? I thought so, but Garth was given a lot of workshops to keep his arms open, and he's making weapons to his liking.

"So Garth is safe?

"You can't even say that. According to reports from personnel in regular contact with the Gauls Master, they apparently mix trace amounts of exorcisms in their diets, and these days they are beginning to have a slight effect on them. Sometimes we don't have a conversation, so it's hard to say we're safe."

"... yes"

"And sometimes they grab a broken strange demon sword from the middle. Then you think your body can move and let you do the blacksmith job, regardless of your will? To be honest, I thought you might be seeing hallucinations because you were ruined by the magic potion. I even looked into the Devil's Sword and the Doom here, but I didn't know who it was."

I guess it makes me more susceptible to spiritual domination with magic meds and manipulated by that half-baked demon sword. Circumstantial evidence suggests that that broken sword is likely fanatical sword fanatics, but you're not sure yet.

Apparently, in the case of hand pawns used in combat like the Hamulus and others, they are making it a complete addiction to magic potion and destroying their spirits.

But if you need skills or knowledge, like Gurus, you must be adjusting the amount of magic medicine you administer to leave your consciousness and reason behind. The craftsman's arm is more than just technology.

"So, the other day, they moved him to the place where he was."

"A place?

"I think it's the basement of the old Viscount Alsando mansion, which is now deserted, but I'm not sure."

"Viscount Alsando?

"He had reason to lie, he's an idiot nobleman."

Speaking of which, some of you did. His father Count Olmes' house is being used by the Marquis of Ashtoner. Viscount Alsando's hall would not be strange to use either.

"What do you mean?

"First of all, as a prerequisite, confirmation has been taken to the point where Master Garth was taken out of the room where he was previously held under house arrest. And the Marquis Ashtoner residence, the Earl of Olmes residence and the Earl of Olmes separate residence. The ears and eyes of the Bandit Guild have entered here, but the figure of the Gurus Master has not been confirmed"

"Mmm."

"Which means they're more likely to have been moved elsewhere"

"That's that basement?

"Oh. We've got plenty of space, and we're making sure there's tons of signs that we think we're human."

"An enemy soldier?

"Maybe."

Maybe it's a base for making pseudo-fanatical swords. If so, there would be a significant amount of fighting power there.

"But they don't know how to get into that underground space. No matter how much you look, there's no way to get into or out of that underground space."

Are you going in and out on a space transfer or are there hidden passages that have been successfully concealed?

"How did you find out there was such a place?

"Hehe. It means rats get in everywhere."

That's the Bandit Guild. You even have spies in such a secret stronghold!

"What's the exact strength?

"I'm sorry there. Because rats don't count."

Oh, my God, the rats just now weren't metaphorical representations, they really meant they were using rats. No matter how many secret underground spaces there seemed to be air holes and such, and if they were rats, they could get in.

"But if you connect the information together, you can guess. Maybe a hundred people won't drop it."