Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

Episode 504: Yarlan's Shadow and Silver Handling

…… Something, no. Is something wrong?

The next morning.

Face to face with Lorraine in the inn cafeteria for breakfast. No, no, that's what I've been asking.

As for last night, if I were to be precise, I would be talking about being attacked by a rather powerful vampire, vampire, with a big hole in his throat and neck without even having to exchange it, and having tasted his own helplessness as deep as this, but it's intact to look at me now objectively.

Because "differentiation" will eliminate any external wounds.

Nevertheless, Lorraine noticed a difference from normal just by looking at it.

Boulders should be called scholars or sensitive to changes in things.

I thought a little bit about what it should be, but it's going to be a meal, and I'm going to answer it so that it's not too gross a topic, and so that the surroundings don't really know what to ask.

"... I was walking outside last night because I couldn't sleep, but the passerby attacked me. This is what's happened to me."

Sounds a lot lighter, but this is about as good as it sounds.

Some of you will be listening around a bit, but you're more or less an adventurer.

I think it's a common story.

But Lorraine was surprised by this,

"You? Well... the Wang Capital is still a mess, unlike Malt"

Say it that way.

Of course, the Wang Capital would certainly be more dangerous on the night lane than Malt.

It's easy for people with arms to get together, good or evil, and the proportion of people with golden-eyed things is also higher.

Inevitably, there will be more passers-by after it.

"Come on, you're from Malt if you are! I'm sure you're from such a country, Wangdu!

I guess you were asking around, one adventurous middle-aged man said that.

Some of the others who were having breakfast laughed at it.

It feels pretty humiliating... but I can say that because I don't know the truth, so it's rather laughable to disagree, considering how many of those who are actually here can counter that vampire Vampire.

That thought must have distorted my mouth a little.

Looks like the man who laughed at us finally found it.

"Hey, brother. You laughed at me...?

I get up and say something like that and come closer to this one......

- Eatonton.

After the sound of coming down the stairs,

"Oh, Lent. Were you awake already? Lorraine, too. You're early in the morning."

Augley approached me, saying, and the middle-aged adventurer who saw it looked at Augley with surprise.

"Oh, uh... Augley... You know these guys?

To the man who suddenly changed his attitude and said that, Augley said,

"Yeah, but what happened? Oh, did you possibly fight and sell it? No, I don't think you should... these two are a hundred times stronger than me."

Say that and pound the man's shoulder, and slap him.

The man looks at Augley with incredible eyes, and me and Lorraine, but tells Augley not to be convinced.

"Yes, no! But this guy said he was attacked on the night lane last night and he was spilled! That should be..."

"Yeah!? Lent?... you can't walk the night lane anymore. By the way, how much did they do to you?

"You couldn't do anything. I'm really surprised."

"Yep... Wang Du is so noisy, even late at night, there's no way he's going through... even the security knights are walking"

"I don't think the security knights can fight that."

"... Shall I change my base..."

As Augley and I continued that conversation, the middle-aged man's momentum slowly subsided.

Then, the middle-aged man seemed to care a lot.

"I say it's a hundred times stronger... how long exactly...?

"Classically, I'm still the same copper class as you."

"Ah, then..."

"But I already deserve a silver promotion exam, and I think if I take it, I'll take it. Simply if I fight Lent... no, you don't want to fight me. You can't win (...)"

The word sounded in the sense that how can you beat a guy who plays as much as you want, and it's self-evident between me and Augley that we're not talking about skill, but naturally, I'm stronger for a middle-aged man.

suddenly sitting down on the spot,

"Shh, I'm sorry! Sir, it's my fault!

And I apologized, so I...

"No, he said never mind. It's not even that much of an apology. But if you insist, even if you've met an adventurer who's really weaker than you, don't do what you just did. Yeah, because if you get hit more than you think, you're gonna get hurt. Come on..."

Now, I'm stronger than this guy, so I don't think it's a big deal.

But back in the day...... I wouldn't get angry, but I definitely felt kind of very sad, and I would have felt like going back to a bunch of inns with a sigh.

Of course it's important to gain the patience to endure these baptisms, but the guys who do this better be as few as they can.

That's what Lorraine said.

"Hey, Lent. You don't have to tell me that in this case."

"Really?

"That's right. Not really, here's the thing..."

As I looked at Lorraine wondering what she was going to do, I could see a little compressed mass of magic swelling in hand.

No, no, what are you willing to do... Of course, I know it's a threat, but I'm a little scared.

Seems like it's just me and Augley watching calmly thinking so, and the middle-aged man looks up and frightens himself out of his groundhog position.

Even if you don't have the eyes to see magic, embodied and highly compressed, that pressure and danger, unless hidden, is what your skin feels.

Lorraine's at hand. I guess the man also figured out how bad that is.

"Shh, I'm sorry! Yes, only life......!!

And a flat apology.

Lorraine became more magical when she found out that the man was genuinely frightened,

"... just kidding. But a really short-tempered guy might blow up every inn. If you're an adventurer, be careful."

He said, laughing, and offered his hand to the man who was about to take off the ground.

I'm afraid I don't know how far I'm joking from the edge.

The man, of course, seemed to be, and as he grabbed the hand he had been offered, frightened,

"Wow, sorry...... never again, never again......!

So he went back to his seat and was holding the fork again with his sifting hand.

You threaten me too much.