Legend

When the Rays were asleep on the side of their birth tower...... a certain figure was moving around in the slum city in Gilm.

"Ha, ha, ha... how about that? Hey, how's it going? Is this a good place? Look, look, look!

"Ohh... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The shock of the beating has swollen the man's face and prevents him from speaking properly.

The person who is still horseback ridden by a man waves his fist down over and over happily.

If you look only at the exterior, the face you deserve to call pathetic.

But that poor face, illuminated by the moonlight, is now glued with returning blood.

That's why those who watch extra will remember fear because the vegan state is adorable.

The poor man...... the only blood sticking to François' face is the returned blood of the man who is horseback riding and Francois is waving his fist down.

He's fainted and falling around, the blood back from many men.

"Oh, you're the first one to attack me, aren't you? Yet I hate it when I get beat up... isn't that it?

With that said, François beats the guy up again.

The man has complained many times that he wants it to stop, but in the end it will not be heard... by the blow of François's swinging fist, he faints lightly.

"You're not sloppy anymore.... I was able to secure a certain number of people for now... but what should I do? It's a hassle for me to take you. When you do, should I wait till you wake up?

Whimpering, Francois thinks.

I came to the slam to use myself as bait to attract these men.

Thinking about what's to come, meat walls should be as numerous as possible.

... Nevertheless, telling Ray to strike at the fainting men doesn't seem to take it on right away.

(When that happens, you'll need to say it more firmly.... but now it's going to be a little hard to follow honestly but if you really do it to the end)

Try to be the men who were beaten until they passed out by François and you won't be able to think of defying François.

But that's only if it's normal.

... If it was about orders to sell fights to people around it, the men would follow suit.

But if that opponent is Ray with Seto, what happens?

If you are someone who knows the circumstances in the true sense of the word, you do not want to antagonize Ray first.

If you attack Ray, it's obvious what kind of future you're waiting for.

If you think about the circumstances around it, even if Ray tells you to attack him, it doesn't mean that none of us follow him... but it's obvious that there aren't many of them.

If so, we still need to think of something more different about this one...

Nevertheless, the problem is that I can't find a way to do it.

But François doesn't have the option to give up just because he can't find a way to do it.

If it was just a matter of my own, it's possible that François would have given up too or lightly.

But when I think of my brother, I couldn't possibly imitate Francois giving it up.

Even if that's why you think it's impossible, now you need to do something about it.

That's how I think...

"Who!?

Screaming sharply, François's gaze is directed into the shadow of the building.

"Ho ho ho. You didn't think I'd find you. No, brilliant. Brilliant."

That's what I came out of the shadow of the building saying, a pretty fat guy.

Not very much, but I don't think I can be in the shadow of a building, such a man.

I knew it was a man from his voice, but that face was covered in makeup like a street performer would do, and I don't know exactly what the hell he looked like.

However, even now that I am trying to do this, I understand that I am definitely a powerful person.

"I'll ask you again.... who?

François points a sharp, murderous gaze at a man.

But the fat guy doesn't look like he cared at all about Francois like that, he's just smiling in silence.

Riri, and. The sound of biting off his back teeth echoes around from inside François's mouth.

Still, I didn't get beat up instantly because I understand that the guy in front of me is obviously different from normal... less so than the guys who are passing out around me.

It wasn't a place where a man in a balloon shape could hide, he showed up from a place like that.

Obviously, I wasn't just hiding. Magic, skills, magic items... or something else.

François didn't even know why around it, but it was only clear that the man in front of him was still not just anything.

That's why I can't imitate it like I'm going to beat you up in the middle of nowhere.

"Well, how did I marry my wife?"

"... no."

It was François who was poked at the impression for a moment by the fact that the man in front of him for some reason spoke a completely different story than the status quo, but I will return it immediately.

In the first place, it was also surprising that the man in front of us was married.

Try Francois, choosing a man like this for marriage, etc. just seems like an evil hobby.

At least you wouldn't want to marry a man like this if you were yourself.

Most importantly, François also has a lot of returning blood on his face from the men who are still fainting, and no matter how much François looks pathetic, no man would want to marry such an opponent... but it's certainly not that much.

"Oh, did I? So, was it about how I met my wife?

"... if you're kidding, can you go home? As you can see, I'm busy now. There's still so much more to do, there's no time for people like you."

It is also understandable to François that the man in front of him is not a semi-powerful man.

But just because I can understand it, I'm not going to allow that opponent to imitate me to deprive me of time, and I can't afford to do that.

That's why I told you to leave if you don't have business. That's what I told you...... man, laughs funny.

"Whoo-hoo. There's no point in dealing with a deep red ray with so many people."

He was a man with a slightly different laugh than he had earlier, but François didn't seem to notice such a man's laugh at all, and he gave a sharp gaze to the man... that's the gaze of a killer mingle and opens his mouth.

"How do you know I'm going after Ray?

"Well, why not? However, if I may say one thing… that information can be gathered easily if you want to."

Ri.

Similar to earlier... No, the sound of biting my back teeth harder than earlier leaks out of François's mouth.

Triparra, who has a contract with François, could be described as a trinket in one way or another.

But still, trinkets are just trinkets, they know themselves accordingly, and they don't imitate information in a detour.

Not to mention, François is the strongest pawn for Triparra to climb up.

It doesn't seem to François to pass on information about his strongest pawn.

"What's the purpose?

"What, we have the same purpose as you. If so, why don't you put your hands together?... By the way, that's a lot to do with you about the reasons around it, but what do you do? Do you want to talk?

If you say so, there's no way you don't get on that word as François either.

"Okay. So, what do we do now? As far as I'm concerned, I want to get there as soon as I can."

"Right. … for now…"

With that said, the man floats fluffy.... maybe it just leaped precisely, but if I made it Francois I was watching, it really looked like it flew, in line with its fat physique reminiscent of that balloon. I could see...

What is it?

The man landed on the head of a man who was falling away from François...

That mild leap, on the back, would definitely have been a considerable impact on the landing.

The head is crushed without hesitation, and the surrounding area is scattered with things like brains, blood, and bone shards.

"They have trouble listening to me, so I disposed of it.... you don't mind, do you? Not lucky at all. If I'd passed out a little more, I wouldn't have had to die in particular."

There is no such thing as guilt in a man when he says he took one life.

Though, it's not that strange if you think this is Slam Street.

Originally in this world the price of a person's life is low.

If that's who you are in Slam Street. The price is even cheaper.

So, François also doesn't look particularly concerned about the man he defeated being killed.

"You can't help it.... but if we make any more futile noise here, someone might wake up again. Let's move the place a little. Let me hear more about it there."

"Hiya, you're so sweet"

He was a man whose laughter changed three times, but François opens his mouth with no wind that cared at all about how such a man looked.

"I take it personally, but I don't have time. We need to take Ray's life as soon as we can. I thought I should follow your advice to achieve that goal, so I'm just doing this."

"I see, I see.... So what's killing time here, and let's just say we go"

Yes, the man tells, and after the occasion.

I'm not sure if François will follow me at all.

If you're not following me, I'm sure you think that's okay.

Of course, for François, there's no better option than to not go here than to have my brother's life at stake.

I tell myself yes, it has changed dramatically from the stream I was trying to procure meat walls, but still it has changed to a better one.

That's how I followed the man, about thirty minutes.

We arrive at a place quite deep inside the slums.

Naturally speaking, even with a sip of Slam Street, the dangers vary from place to place.

Outside among the slums...... the danger is not that high if you are close to the whole city in general.

Most importantly, it's only a story we've seen across Slam Street, and even close to the outside, Slam Street is Slam Street.

Compared to downtown Gilm, it's obviously dangerous.

Either way, a man walks into a two-story building in the middle of a slum.

François follows the man, even as he is wary of what is going on around him.

For what it's in Slam Street, a relatively beautiful building.

Francois walked into the building with that in mind, but quickly looks around at that moment.

Because besides myself and the man in front of me, there were signs all around me.

Francois, too, has confidence in his arms.

That's the only strength that can easily be defeated if you're about adventurers around.

Nonetheless, François could not feel the signs of the others until he entered the building.

"Heh, I noticed our presence, this kid.... I was expecting Derb because he brought him here, but it's more than I expected."

"Damn, you just realized we existed in the end, and you can't handle it, can you? Can a guy like that help? They're that deep red, aren't they?

"Oh, I like cute kids like this one, don't I? You seem to have the right strength, and you don't have to worry about it, do you?

"I'm more hungry than that. You said if you came to Gilm, you'd feed me good food."

I hear voices like that.

Noticing that there were many of them, young and old, François turns his gaze and asks for an explanation to a man named Darb who brought himself here.

Derb flaunts his shoulder in such a daunting motion to François's gaze, then opens his mouth.

"Hmm. Shall I ask you one thing first, which is a prerequisite? François, do you know there's a lot of tissue in the Guild right now?

"Yes, but many of them were destroyed without survival, right?... I mean, I'm here..."

Don't let François say it to the end, Derb nods and opens his mouth.

"That's right. Here are those sent by the emerging organizations that survived this guild. And... our goal is to kill Ray with a deep red alias.... What do you say? Same purpose as yours, isn't it? Then why don't you cooperate?

With a smile on his face, Derb offered his hand in front of him in a way that was as dazzling as a clown.