Makai Hongi

A little while later, Stomel came back from the guard's stuffing.

I'm bringing five of them. There are two guards and three men who look like men.

My men are in Tarai...... no, I'm leaving in charge of the Embrio of the Germans.

One guard is attached to it.

One of the remaining guards wants to know what's going on from me.

"Ha?

I skipped the kill and folded the hexagonal stick.

Flushing magic vegetables often bends. Let's stretch it out properly later.

The guard does not give way to the "rule" of what freaks him out.

There's something I can't give away, too. I'd like to pick you up here as soon as possible.

I slowly stood up to give it a sense of intimidation.

The guard caught my face, but I don't have time to talk swallowing.

"Master Goran?

"Stomel, how much stronger in this town than Dobroy?

"... except for the Demon King, is it about ten?"

"That's surprisingly little."

"Right. The demon kingdom is vast, so it seems to be scattered all over the place."

"Oh well... how many people die if I'm serious about getting busted?

"Am I among them"

"Oh."

Stomel often thinks.

The hexagonal stick I have, the sucker iron shield standing next to me.

I saw the dragon scale armor decorated in the corner of the room.

"In the meantime, I wonder if a few of them can beat Master Goran"

My biggest weakness is a magic attack, but if you play it with shields or armor, only pure force says things.

Have you stomped that the race of magical subjects can't beat me?

"... that's why I'm a guard. Because of your unscrupulous words, there will be a vacancy in the Demon King's Army."

I put my face close with the utmost intimidation.

"Dear Goran, any word that threatens the guards guarding the town of the Demon King..."

Stomel makes a troubled voice, but ignored it.

"This Stomel is the witness. Because of you, this town will be doomed. Think about it and say it again."

"So...... no, it's nothing. Circumstances will interrogate those who have caught him."

"Then leave immediately"

"Ha, ha."

The last remaining guard was gone from the room as he rushed out.

"Dear Golan. We're going to report this to you."

"I have important plans.... I'm sorry, but I need you to follow me."

"Is it (...) the guard's stuffing again"

"Yes, please again. You can take your time over there."

"... ok. I'm coming. Which Michi will need to follow."

"annoying, but please"

As I pointed to the entrance to the room to make haste, Stomel stared at this one before leaving.

"... ugh. That's it."

There are no more interruptors.

I left the room and opened two doors in the next room.

".................. Huh!

A man of the underworld monkey clan holding his belly down and moaning looked at me.

"I knew you'd already noticed. Should I have hit him a little harder? But it looks like the damage is still there."

It's convenient.

He didn't hear about the presence of the guards or the room interactions.

I don't know about the laws in this country, but if they took me to the guards, it would be an execution course as it were.

Then I got rid of them all because I was in trouble.

It's just me and him from here on out.

He seemed to be in pain until he could move.

"Well, I need to ask you something. Seriously."

Let me hear about Nehyol, about Nehyol, about Nehyol.

Seriously.

"And, hey... such a maniac, just... GOOP!!

"I'm the one asking, and you're the one answering. You know, it's easy to understand, right? Let's start with the name."

This guy is a superior species of underworld monkey.

If I were an Auga, I'd be ready to die, and if I was lucky, I'd do the damage. That's the other guy.

Evolving, with the magic vegetarians now kansted, to the extent of the underworld monkey tribe, they are no longer feeling threatened.

The upper race is tough. A half-breed attack does not inflict one scratch.

I held the back of my head down disappointingly and hit him in the face with a fist full of magic vegetables.

"I'd like to finish it before Stomel returns. I'm gonna fly you from the start."

If I hadn't stumbled on this, I would have thought about hitting him with an iron shield, but apparently he was worried.

My fists have turned out to be quite effective, as the faces of the underworld monkeys have been shattering along the way.

The man's name is Leggis.

It belonged to a group of people receiving illegal requests. They weren't wrong about my predictions.

Leggis said he was part of an outlaw group culminating in a man named Betts the Little Demon, and Nehyol asked him to come to this town.

Apparently, Little Demon King Betts doesn't have a country and lives on a roll through a certain number of Azitos.

Like Wild Hunt and this little demon king Betts, there are quite a few groups that don't have a particular territory.

Usually they attack villages, and when arrangements are made, they run off to another country, etc., repeatedly.

And this Leggis. Unexpected or unexpected. Apparently he specializes in assassinations.

"Is it something that serves a short-tempered guy like you?

"You put it in any place because it's light. So..."

Speaking of which, he is. A monkey?

It is strong because it is fleshy as a characteristic of the race.

The physical system makes less noise when attacking than the magical system.

Flying races are often powerless, but he is fleshy instead of light.

Perhaps it is suitable for assassination.

"... so you came to this town to rendezvous with the informant"

"That's right. I came as soon as I had an urgent request. But the guy who's supposed to meet me, he's hard to come by."

"So you were upset.... By the way, I've already got your buddy."

"Become... why did you do it!? When?"

"Shut up. I'll ask the questions."

I punched Leggis in the stomach. This is my second belly bread today.

I asked Leggis, who was stunned, with a big smile.

"So that's the point. Where can I go to see Nehyol?

Me and my men are badly annoyed because Nehyol is doing annoying things. He's the only one who won't forgive me anymore.

"I don't. I haven't heard from you since you were lost."

"Then just tell me what you know"

Stomel came back from the jar when he finished getting the information while hurting moderately.

Well, that was a pretty meaningful time. It hurts that I can't act right now.

"Dear Goran... who is it?

"Oh, here it is? You're the contact of the guy I just caught. They were going to execute the assassination on request."

"... uh"

Stomel turned his very puzzled face to this one.

"Stomel, I'm sorry."

"Again (...) It's a stuffing block for the guards"

"Oh, nice to meet you"

Now he's gone without saying anything.