Master of the brave.

Outside the walls of the Imperial City, the Glades.

Crude wooden houses line the streets as soon as you exit the castle gate.

It is a very high slum area if the crime rate is compared to the Imperial City, but along this street and along the big streets that are occasionally stretched apart from the streets, it is never as dangerous as the city's people think it is.

During the still bright hours when the sun was rising, a large number of people and their luggage went to each other, and although it was crude to the extent that the tent was erected, an outdoor shop was erected along the street to see the bustle like the city in front of the castle gate square.

Of course, the market is not as splendid as it spreads across the wall, but there are quite a number of different products lined up to show a lively buzz.

Surprisingly, even merchants with shops may stretch their legs, not just pedestrians.

Because, although extremely rare, precious excavations, along with crap, can sometimes be sold at incredibly low prices.

But if you take a step off the big street, the atmosphere on the street changes.

From the fragrant smell of spices and meat roasting that was drifting down the big street, the smell of blue smelling vegetables and sweet and sour fruits, things like the smell of suspicious chemicals, the smell of beasts, rot and sometimes blood intersect the air.

Even in the narrow back streets, people who open outdoor stores and do business can be scattered, but more stores line up prohibited items, stolen goods, etc. starting with medicines that seem suspicious at first sight.

Of course, the fact that such products line up is also evidence that demand exists.

A place where the appearance and expression change in the table and back, which is the ghetto.

Sometimes, however, it was also common behind the table in its slums.

That's by the time the night book goes down, the crime rate will be steeply higher, regardless of the table or the back.

One man walked in a relaxed foothold down the road behind the ghetto.

He has black trousers on a black gray shirt and a sword on his hip.

The filthy men, all aligned and their own, who only giggled their eyes out of the shadows of the roadside and buildings, send a hostile gaze at the man who walks in a relaxed manner.

But the man didn't stop those gazes as if they were intentional, and instead of shriveling, he even had a thin grin on his face.

The atmosphere the man is wearing around him.

And an attitude full of confidence unsuitable for the inhabitants of this city.

Even the inhabitants of this city, who live in the world behind them at this time when the sun has fallen and dimmed, naturally pave the way in front of the man -.

"Hmm... I heard in the Glades it's a fun place to have murders, robberies and fights like every day, but it doesn't seem as enjoyable as I thought it would be"

Unlike Teito City, a cobblestone aisle, Kelvin shrugged as he kicked the soil on the ground that was being stripped out.

In the past few days, Kelvin had wandered around the ghetto, finding the one who seemed appropriately strong was adding difficulty and blowing up fights and beating them up.

Its purpose is to make contact with large customers of human trafficking organisations or their intermediaries.

The Lloyds squad, which crushed several kidnapping and human trafficking organizations, identified some of the biggest clients of the human trafficking organization who had recently gathered hands while interrogating those captured.

Therefore, it was decided to make contact with the intermediary and follow the organization above it.

And the role. Lloyds ordered Kelvin.

The Glades are an area beyond the reach of security organizations such as city guards and knights, but if people gather, there will always be those who control them.

If Kelvin keeps making noise in all parts of the Glades, sooner or later someone will come out to help control the city.

And many of those in that role in these places can be criminal organization looms.

A streamer confident in their arms and making noise in their own territory.

Do you solemnly or, if useful, use the option to appear before them?

The preferred option is to be judged available and be able to make contact with the organization, but there is no problem at all for Kelvin if Solemn Qing is chosen.

In that case, all you have to do is enjoy the fight and run away.

If it is determined that it is out of hand at the lower end, then sooner or later the upper ones will come out.

The battlefield was dominated only by the death and killing brought about by demons.

Kelvin, who continues to slaughter many demons on its front lines and survives, has as much strength and confidence as it can.

(That said, where I've fled a bunch of insects of this magnitude, is it about the local area at best to speak up?

Then it would be nice to have information within the organization around the area.

Kelvin's thin, sharp eyes and mouth, not knowing if it was open or closed, had an awesome grin that made him chill over what he saw.

And -.

(Oops...... I guess I just said I'm finally out)

Multiple swordswallowing signs you feel from the side of the road, or from the shadow of a building, about moments after you start to wander around the slums.

Surrounded.

Until then, those who smell blood draw a line with the bragging idiots who just smell so much violence in this city.

That smells familiar to Kelvin.

A bald-headed man walked out of the shadows of the building blocked before Kelvin, who stopped his leg.

The clothes worn by bald-headed men are not worn by worn out old clothes or anything else with traces of repair as many times as the inhabitants of the Glades wear, but by solid shirts and jackets with trousers. And he has a one-handed sword on his hips.

"... one thing I want to ask you"

"What is it? Even if they ask me about the road, I'm not familiar with the road, am I?

Ignoring Kelvin, who shrugged his shoulders and slapped him lightly, the bald-headed man continued his words in a pale tone.

"You think I've been responsible for this lately?

"I don't know if I've attributed it to you, but I'm happy to buy up any fights that have been sold."

At the same time that Kelvin answered that, the men appeared apart from the shadows of the building and surrounded them.

Several have brightly burning pines, armed with spears, sticks, etc., in their hands.

They also wore trousers on the same shirt and jacket as the bald-headed man.

It is united by tiny outfits that draw a line with the poor inhabitants who live dressed in slums.

In other words, he is a person belonging to some organization that Kelvin wanted to contact.

"I just want to ask you one more thing"

"What is it?

"What's the purpose of this?

"Purpose…?

So Kelvin set aside a minute to show off his thinking bare.

"That's right... I tried to come here invited by the smell of the stiffness drifting in this country, but for now, there was a difference in values from the superiors of the mercenary regiment to which I belonged.

I finally got kicked out of there where I couldn't stand to beat him up.

So you were looking for a new employer, and you were worried while bullying the weak?

"Ha-ha-ha, is it weak? Right, were the guys here weak?

"The ghetto is a criminal's nest, he said. I was hoping that if I took a step off the street, they would hear that I couldn't guarantee my life..."

Kelvin shrugged his shoulders and looked around at the men surrounding him with a bitter smile.

"Honestly, I was just too unresponsive and disappointed than I thought"

"Right, right."

The bald-headed man nodded joyfully with a loud laugh as he raised his hand and suppressed the men of his men who were stirring up at Kelvin's provocative remarks.

Then, if you raise your hand again and let it wave gently, the men who were surrounding Kelvin unload their weapons.

"Hey, you. Looking for an employer, I presume? Well, if you're confident in your arms, why don't you come with me? You got a good job, huh?

"It depends on the reward… and how much opportunity can you give me to slaughter people"

"That's a reliable reply."

Answering the bald-headed man, Kelvin's haunting temper didn't make him feel as if he was lying.

The bald-headed man seemed convinced that he could put his credibility in Kelvin's words.

"Follow me," he urged Kelvin and walked out.

Bald-headed men go on in uninterrupted footsteps down the back streets of slums complicated by wooden huts built disorderly along the streets.

Kelvin walks behind it, plus Zorro and the men from behind.

Eventually, a building so large that it was not comparable to the crude houses built around it appeared.

Only this building is made of stone.

When the bald-headed man stopped with his hands on the door of the building, he opened his mouth without looking back at Kelvin.

"With that said, I just wanted to ask you one more thing..."

"What is it?

"What is your strength?"

Multiple killings swell behind Kelvin at the same time as that word.

But at the same time, Kelvin was pulling out his sword.

And wave your sword without looking back.

A sword body reflecting the flames of a pine light ran like a glimmer of flash, and someone said, "Ah! shouted."

The part of the spear blade the men had had had the tip of the stick cut clean.

"So? Now shall we say no even to the roots of our breath?

From the sword-wielding position to the original position slowly, Kelvin looks back with a grin that even remembers awesome, with his sword hanging in his right hand.

"Yes, no, you don't have to. I've had enough."

Feels like your breath is jammed.

The mood that had been unleashed from Kelvin had transformed into a clear killer and blew among the men like a storm.

A bald-headed man, who was reflexively trying to snap into the wall of the building in an attempt to distance himself from Kelvin, opened his eyes to full.

"Really?"

With that word, the different pressures that had dominated the field disappeared to mist in the air.

The men around him, including the bald-headed man, were uniformly pale and exhaled rough breaths.

I remembered the feeling of cold sweat on my back.

Kelvin, who waved his sword, didn't change his expression either.

I hang my sword down on the spot, I'm just standing there.

The bald-headed man worked hard to get his breath ready.

Only facial expressions manage to hide the fact that they have been pressured for a moment.

"Yes, shall we go? Time to make money."

But the upset can't be completely hidden out, and it goes into words.

But Kelvin gave his sword as he nodded, pretending not to notice the upset of the bald-headed man, and walked out about after the bald-headed man.

(Phew...... is it something like first stage success first? Hopefully we can get in touch with the people we're looking for later)