Legend

The battle fought under the moonlight of an interruption by the clouds is truly determined by casual victory and defeat.

The Rays' strength was overwhelmingly higher than those prepared by the Keepsakes.

It would be natural for the keepers with only a large number to lose than in such a situation.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Keep losing both arms and crying for too much intense pain.

Blood continues to flow from both of those shoulders indefinitely and will bleed to death in large quantities before it is so far away as it is.

Like stopping the blood, there is no tip from the shoulders of both left and right arms, so all you can do now to keep is cry and cry for the pain.

Fron is running a fellow adventurer to get guards, but no one thinks he'll keep them until then.

(You're early. I should have done it with a fracture instead of amputating both arms.... Shit, the knights over there didn't have to treat me differently)

Take the potion out of the mysteries, thinking that it would take extra effort thanks to the recklessness of my actions.

However, the potion is never of high quality.

If the arm had just been amputated, a high-quality potion would have allowed the arm to be connected.

But such potions are naturally very rare, and Ray cannot find the significance of using that rare potion against a crying keepsake in front of him.

The potion in Ray's hands is an expensive substitute to some extent, even if it is not so scarce.

Open a bottle of potion and shake it onto both shoulders of the keepsake.

Then, gradually, the blood flowing from both shoulders became less visible.

I can't stop the blood altogether, but due to some treatment, I guess the guards will no longer be dead by the time they arrive.

"You seem very merciful to Ray."

Deetz squeaks a little surprised to see Ray using potion on the keepsake as he watched the men who are losing their minds not regain consciousness.

Word because I know that Ray is relatively sweet in his body, but will not condone once hostile opponents for that matter.

But Sergio, who was watching those who fainted at Deetz like that, shook his neck sideways.

"This man named Keep is the mastermind of this one. Beyond that, because even if you hand it over to a guard, it's very different from being alive and dead. Besides, if you kill him here, he might blame Ray for overdoing it."

"Uh, well, because you look aristocratic. If we tried to raid them and they died fighting to catch them, they might say things."

Is it also an unpleasant experience for the nobility, the bitterness seeps into Dietz's tone?

"Still, if you look at the guy who lost both arms like this, you might say a lot of things... but that's a round throw at Master Dusker then"

Sometimes the pain or the stopped blood flowing from both shoulders may have appeased me. Ray squeaks as he watches the keepsake faint at some point.

Other men, who have not passed out but have been slapped by Sergio and the others, are groaning.

But there is no one here who turns his sympathy to such men.

On the contrary, many had cold eyes when they deserved it.

"Seto, you did your best today. Uh... yes, I don't have warm food at times like this, but I do have one of these. Good luck."

In the meantime, Johanna is giving Seto the dried meat she took out of her lumbar bag, even though she says she is not interested in the men who have already fallen.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

Throating with joy, Seto can stir dried meat with couché.

Johanna loves such a ceto as she delightfully narrows her eyes, stroking places like her head, neck, and body.

To be vigilant about the men who have not yet lost consciousness fleeing, and to remain vigilant about whether they will not regain consciousness if they are unconscious, enough. Eventually he notices a large number of footsteps approaching him, and Ray opens his mouth with a surprising look on his face.

"Heh, you're coming pretty fast. It's not that late at night, and most importantly, it's a disturbance in the aristocracy, so it won't be impossible."

"Nobility is a good name."

"Dietz, I know you have something to think about, but I don't want to cause any unwanted commotion here."

When Ray gets embarrassed, Dietz lowers his head small and then shuts up without opening his mouth in particular.

Soon afterwards, the guards show up.

"All right, take all those people who are passing out! Oh, Ray. I knew it was you. I heard from Master Dusker, but I still didn't think it was going to be such a big mess."

It was Ray's familiar face, too, who rushed to the scene, gave instructions and then raised his hands to Ray in a small way to speak up.

A man in quite a position among the guards.

Ray twists his neck strangely as he raises his hand to that greeting and returns it.

"I knew Langa was coming, but you weren't"

"Uh... it should be, but Captain Langa called me by Master Dusker for a little while."

"Maybe you'll be in some trouble again?

Whereas Ray gives a disgusting look, the man continues his words with a grin.

"Don't worry, it's not like something happened. Which would be good news for the Rays. In the duel you did today, the Baron Cisne family was supposed to get half the property of your little boy's house there, right? To do it promptly."

"... I don't think it's a job for the captain of the guard to come out"

"I hear the Baron Sisne family isn't going to move out of the Guild. They're going to take money, magic items, artwork, something that's easy to carry, not as a substitute for a territory or a mine."

If you listen to that word, you can even imagine why Langa, who is also the captain of the guard, was called.

Because he can imagine, Ray turns a jito eye against the man in front of him.

"Isn't it normal for an adventurer or a mercenary to take on that kind of escort job? What do you mean, the guards?

"The Earl of Eriel family seems to be a rather arrogant house, as you can see from the keepsake there. So, naturally I'm saving up quite a bit because it's such a house... and they decided to send a guard led by Captain Langa as that escort. He had a request from the Baron Cisne family."

"... well, if you're both convinced, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not complaining"

Bring half of the estate of Count Eriel's house. Naturally, even the Count Eriel family is very likely to have a rub if that happens.... No, you can say for sure.

Taking over the property should naturally confuse even Count Eriel's house.

Naturally. Because betting half of the fortune is something that the keeper went to on his own without our Lord's permission.

If it was meant to be, I can't imitate it like that, even if it's a child, and I can escape saying it anyway.

However, more responsibility arises for the words of the Keepsake than is registered as a child.

If it is processed more legally on top of that, there can be no escape.

I can't... If it was the adventurer who went to pick up the property, there was a means at Count Eriel's side that I could do whatever I wanted.

It was Dusker that Muet relied on to keep him from doing it.

Dusker, too, has great advantages to gain if asked to do so.

You can look at rewards and other aristocratic territories with dignity, and you can expect to expand your influence as a neutral.

Thus the mutual interests coincided, and Langa was to be sent to Count Eriel's territory.

"That's fine with me. These guys tried to attack Baron Cisne's mansion, didn't they?

It was something I already knew, but still a man who asks Ray for confirmation.

Ray nods back at the words.

"Oh. Ask these guys for more information and you'll see."

"Right. If you tried to assault a nobleman's mansion, your nobles and knights would have fallen into slavery. What are we gonna do? Ray's gonna take it?

"No, I'm good.... Right."

Ray pointed his gaze at Fron, but even Fron was revealing his disgust with the men. If I absolutely don't want to get involved any more, I turn my sharp gaze to Ray.

The next thing Ray turned his gaze on was Brasso, with the ground shaking hammer on his shoulder.

But if I poorly deposit my money with Brasso, I have the thought that everything will cost me alcohol, and eventually I will speak to Sergio.

"Sergio, I leave the negotiations on slavery to you. Split it on everyone who's here properly."

"Am I? Well, if it's all right with you... do you mind if I divide up the new girlfriends?

Sergio turns his gaze to non-former guerrilla members.

Fron was the first to open his mouth to the word.

"Wouldn't that be nice? I know Ray, and you don't imitate him funny."

It implicitly said that if you imitated something strange, it would damage Ray's reputation as well.

"Yeah, don't worry about that area. I can't do anything to discredit Ray."

Sergio nods with a grin that doesn't make him feel it at all, even though there are traces of brawl around him.

There was a carriage moving around the guilds at night when the keepers, knights, and the men they took with them were being caught.

Never in a hurry, and sitting on the carriage stand disguised as the wind that something is going crazy and moving into the night... is a man fat enough to see and tell, even under the moonlight falling from the sky hiding in the clouds.

"Hino, Hino, Hino. I had no idea I was going to imitate the carriage owner."

Manipulating a horse in an unfamiliar way must be difficult for a flutos who usually barely moves his body. Even though the snow is scattered on winter nights, sweat is seeping through its relaxed face.

No, I guess it's not just because I'm not used to manipulating horses that I'm scratching sweat.

Many gold and silver treasures are in the carriage now being manipulated by Furtos.

Much of it was taken out of the mansion prepared for Gilm by the Earl of Eriel family.

The Keepsake should have already attacked the Baron Sisne's house, and in fact a slight hustle and noise had been heard as he broke out of the aristocratic quarter.

The route of the adventurers around the aristocratic city also left the aristocratic town without the adventurers finding it because Furtos had gained it on his own information network, and now carriages continue throughout the city of Gilm.

"If we hide ourselves in the city for a while after this, and get out of the gilm after the noise has subsided..."

The rest of my life is definitely rosy.

That's what I thought. Fultus holds the reins, even though he's out of breath.

"Still, you're no faster than I thought. Still packed too much stuff?

Originally never physically fit, he packed his gold and silver treasures back and forth from the carriage to the mansion many times.

That's why I find it frustrating that horses walk so slowly, but at the same time it also means that there are so many treasures in the carriage, and I'm happy.

"I would have liked some more if I could. No, too much greed is good... Huh?

In the middle of the conversation, the next moment I thought I heard something, I felt a mild shock, while at the same time realizing something was growing out of my chest at some point.

"Is this... a stick? Why would something like this... whoops."

Something sticking up my throat while I'm talking.

"Ho ho, ho ho"

Coughing up, spitting out what's been spilling up my throat, it's bright red...... blood.

At that moment when he understands it, Furtos is struck by severe pain.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!

That pain I feel from my chest is such a severe pain, just as if I was cutting my own life.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuu!

Furthermore, the amount of blood that is spit out continues to increase without stopping...

"Hey, why..."

Furtos rolls straight off the platform to the ground, not even knowing why he's dead.

The bad luck would have been falling between your table and the horse pulling it.

In the carriage there is a great deal of treasure, and by its weight the wheel crushes the corpse of the flutos, but without being able to get over it, it slips with the blood of the flutos, the flesh and a great deal of fat, and the carriage rolls over to the ground.

"Hi-ha-hi-ha-hi-ha!"

A horse with a carriage makes a sad scream, but no one nearby to hear it.

"... Hey, what do we do? Can the carriage stay that way?

A man looking at the situation of the carriage from a distance asks his gaze at his partner next door as he unloads the bow he had erected.

But the man opens his mouth without looking particularly like he felt anything.

"I don't mind. The only thing we've been ordered to do is pin down a pig named Furtos. I don't suppose it's necessary to keep the shame of the Kings alive."

"Right.... There's treasure in that carriage, isn't there? Are you sure you don't mind staying put?

"Oh. If we rough up the carriage badly here, they'll think we're guilty of theft. I hear this has to be regarded as a solemn right of the Kings."

"Hmm. You know, nobility is a lot of trouble."

Even with a slight moonlight, a man shooting an arrow through a target from nearly three hundred meters further away, aiming at the other's heart as he carries around at night, exchanges words in a mild tone when he says that what he did is natural.

"We're going faster than that. Guards will be here soon. It's not funny to be found."

"Ai"

That's all he told me, and the two men disappeared into the darkness of the night.