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"Kisama. Where did you come from?"
The three bandits stopped the horse.
"I'll take care of it. Go over there."
"We're busy."
The third man said so, as he got his hands on the chest cover-up.
In hiding, the man's hand is holding the knife. If Lecan turns his back, I guess he's willing to throw it.
Lekan approached the men with a big crotch.
Suddenly, one of the men ran a horse toward Lecan.
I wave up my sword as I glimpse Lecan with my bloody running eyes.
No matter how big the recans are, humans on horses are in a higher position.
And a bandit with the maneuverability and power of a horse doesn't even suspect he's an advantage.
Lekan pulled out the Rusk Sword.
"No, oh, whoa, whoa."
Lekan slashed off the right hand with the sword of the bandit, who was slashing him with a voice of temper.
(This guy?)
(Well trained slaughter for bandits)
(The sword looks like something there, too)
(Horses are good horses too)
(Adventurer creep?
Horses creeping past the sides, Lecan's hair and coat stir in the wind.
And behind Lecan, there were signs of bandits falling off horses.
"This, this one!
Instead of fearing the sight, he boiled his anger and a second bandit drove his horse to slaughter him.
This man's weapon is an axe. My body is big and so are the horses I ride.
Sounds like a loud hoof to kick, and the horse rushes. If you're a mindless adventurer, this is the only thing that would crush your hips.
Rekan lowers his hands and puts his horse close together.
And the moment the bandit tried to wave the axe down, he waved the "Sword of Rusk" at a stifling speed.
The axe was cut off in the middle of the pattern and stood more and more at Lecan's feet.
The bandit ran his horse for a while passing next to Lecan before slowing down and flipping. My right hand is riddled with my lower back sword.
As the bandit pulled his sword out of his sheath, Lecan's thrown axe head clashed against his chest, and the man blew it off his horse.
As Lecan looked back, the third bandit was running away at a glance. And he loosened his horse leg about eighty steps away, looking back and looking at Lecan with hateful eyes. I think that position would be safe.
"Flaming Spear (Bandlew)"!
The bandit's head blew away with Lecan's magic.
Recan lowered his left hand.
(also "Flaming Spear" shot with left hand)
(Much faster and more accurate)
Recan looked back and looked at the distant hills.
Among the trees, there was a human on a horse, and I've been looking at this one.
The man flipped his horse's head and walked away. Usually you won't even be able to see that someone was there. But Lecan's physical abilities, which continued to rise in rank in the labyrinth, are beyond the realm of the constant, including vision. I could see their faces slightly.
Lecan approached the two young men.
"Are you kidding me?
"Yep. Thanks to you for your help"
The young man put his sword away and thanked Rekan. But he's trying to hide the woman behind him and look out for Lekan's behavior.
Actually, I'm looking for a treasure.
"Huh?"
"I found you in the cafeteria in the town of Rottle. I was intrigued by the tibial covering wrapped around that leg. Maybe that's one of my searches."
"Eh. But this leg bond is something passed down to my house from generation to generation. There was no mistake."
"Look at this."
Lekan took out the Dark Ghost Curse and stuck it out in front of the young man.
"The inscriptions on this spell will look a lot like the pattern on your tibia."
"True. You look alike."
"I'm sorry, but that tibial cover, no, it was a leg bond, could you let me appraise that? Sure, stay on your feet."
"Oh, I can't. This leg bond doesn't pass the appraisal."
"No. That's the only way. But could you just give it a try?"
"Yeah, well. I don't mind if I put on an appraisal."
"Sorry."
Rekan took out the scepter and worked out his magic by making a prep chant.
"The mirror of Gafra-Dafra, reflecting all the seriousness, the ultimate wisdom. Beat away the fog of confusion with the light of spiritual authority, which is the point of my wand, the piercing of my magic, and illuminate the proverb of existence with brightness." Appraisal "
"Name: White Devil's Foot Ring"
"Product Name: Foot Bonding"
"Place of Appearance: Edis Labyrinth One Hundred and Forty Hierarchies"
Depth: 140
Grace: Metastasis
* Metastasis: Transfer twenty steps forward. Metastases are not hindered by obstacles. If there is an object at the destination of the transfer, avoid it and transfer. If you are driving, the transition distance increases. The activated spell is "Zorás Kurt Venda". This grace is activated only three times a day.
"Or did the appraisal go through? You just passed the appraisal, didn't you?
"Oh, I'm through"
"What's that spell? I've never heard that prep chant. What genre is it from?
"This [appraisal] method was taught by an appraiser named Termin who was invited to Tubolt by Wang Du"
"Old Master Termin! Aren't you the best appraiser in the kingdom when it comes to appraising weapons? Really? Are you a disciple of Old Master Termin?"
"Oh."
From the young, I didn't feel alert anymore.