Kuku and Wyburn's neck in his arms lose power.
Don't be alarmed for a while, I just kept tightening it up in my mind...... I noticed the silence dropping around.
Someone who was in the temple, someone who had taken refuge in the temple.
A lot of people are looking at me.
The emotions in his eyes are complicated.
Oh, no, I realized.
About two tons in front of me - only about a ton of six-meter Iliewani - snapped the neck of a likely flying dragon.
Even though the only way to win without a victim was to tighten his neck because he was still going to be burned down with braces for each of the people around him, it's impotent to think for himself.
A little bit. This is fear,
"Brilliant! Fantastic!"
Titty, and the sound of applause.
Huh? I thought and turned my gaze...... Mr. Tonio was there.
"I thank the gods for sending heroes like you to this occasion!
Mr. Tonio comes to me, clapping heavily, pretending to be unfamiliar.
Then he smiled softly at an angle everyone couldn't see and gave me a tea eyed wink.
I got up with Wyburn's neck off. I took both my hands, and I appreciate it, shaking hands like that.
So I finally realized what Tonio intended, too.
No, I laughed and shook my hand.
"Of" Fei Long Kill "! The birth of a new hero!"
Vi was also guessing the intent, Poiron, and screamed with a string.
Her voice goes through well.
"Applause to the hero!!
And in response to her taking the initiative to applaud, the sound of applause began to sound sparsely......
The applause grew louder and more cheerful, and then I was screwed by the cheering people.
Thank you, thank you, thank you again and again for touching my arms or asking me to shake my hand.
... I feel like it was actually pretty dangerous right now.
Me or Menel probably wouldn't have been able to cut through.
It's a unique follow-up to the two of us, who are good at social behavior and driving.
I really appreciate it.
"There must still be someone buried in the rubble or an injured person! Ladies and gentlemen, with your help, let's rescue!
One cheering voice calmed down, and he raised his voice.
Ooh, my voice lifted.
Remove debris from the hall as is, or accept and treat the injured.
A strange sense of union had arisen among the cluttered people.
"… Thank you very much."
"No, of what? Because I intend to invest."
"Huh, I didn't make it a song later?
That's what they answered when they snuck up on the noise and thanked each other.
"Hang on, you're an ant for anything."
"Surprised?
"I'm used to your insanity."
Using Teko to get rid of the debris, he also exchanges a few words with Menel.
"As far as I'm concerned, I'm sorry for my immaturity."
"Huh?"
That Wyburn was dyeing blood vessels all over his body black, causing a creepy exasperation.
I don't know if it was some kind of mutation, if it was even activated and cursed in some ruins trap, or if someone applied an evil procedure...
After all, I want to assume that attacking the city on purpose might also have something to do with that anomaly.
Of course, it's totally irrelevant, and it can't be denied that it's an act based on some kind of instinct...
But no matter how fierce a warcraft is on a boulder, raiding a large city of humans would be nothing but suicide.
The first hand was overwhelming, but that was just an ambush.
If you recover from the confusion and a proper soldier, wizard or cleric comes out of the zorro, there's nothing you can do.
And even though it was such an anomalous, perhaps stronger, Wyburn - what an unusual way to fight, I...
Gas would have lured Wyburn more quickly and efficiently.
If Marie prayed for the wall, she wouldn't waver if she got that grump and kicking nails.
Brad would have settled it with one sword before combining.
Again, it's still about a turn in individual abilities, and in real life experience, it's overwhelming, not to three.
Even this time he could have died somewhere without Menel.
Nor can we deny the possibility that he would have died in a social sense without Mr. Tonio or Vi.
In my brain, it was sweet over there. Not here, it's a big reflex if this isn't enough.
"…… hey. I don't know how much your master was."
Menel called me.
Stand back from your thoughts much longer and look at him.
"I'm a big shot, reflection is good, but be a little happy. I know it's hard for me to be happy."
…………
Said, I think.
Though I do have a lot of reflection...... it's "Killing the Fei Long" that matches the three of us.
..................... This, hey, might be a pleasure.
"Yeah...... yeah! Thanks, Menel! Thanks to Menel!
"Oh, you did it.... No matter how you think about it, you're the majority, idiot!
Playing with each other, I poked my fists at each other, and met.
That's all I felt, and it went through a lot.
How many hours would I have worked on it?
As for the body of the Fei Long, I leave it to the soldiers who rushed after him.
Rather than that, it is somewhat noisier in front of the temple gates, such as whether the injured people in the vicinity could have pulled out roughly as far as I can tell......
Several clerics run bumpy over here.
"The Killer of the Dragon!" Lord Fei Long Killer!
"Ah! It's William, what is it!
Waving in response, he seemed in a lot of haste.
We'll do the rest of the work, so please hurry, they say.
"Oh, His Royal Highness Brother Wang...!
"His Royal Highness Brother Wang wants to meet with His Highness the hero of Fei Long Kill...!
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It was a bright room.
Colorful woven fabrics adorn the walls, and stand-up ornaments are a spectacular word.
Demonstrate power to an extent that you don't dislike it.
... Maybe it's a room that was set up with that intent.
Me and Menel have now been invited to the main hall of the White Sails, the reception room.
"Welcome to our hall. Hall of Heroes"
Beyond the big desk of sandalwood, he welcomed us with his hands wide open… the king brother of the kingdom of Fur Tile.
Lord Ethelbald Rex Southmark.
Lord of this White Sail City.
The ruler of the Southern Frontier Continent (Southmark).
- You're the one with the sharp eyes, I thought.
The gray eyes are the sharpness that reminds me of a raptor, as I can see through to the bottom of my heart.
Shortly pruned hair. His face is harsh and his body seems to be working out quite a bit.
Classy matching clothes with a sword at the waist... that's for real life. It's not a decoration.
Behind him stands a fully armed escort, in strict condition.
"…… bathe in the glory of your worship and I know it is an extra privilege. Your Highness.
My name is William G. Maribrad. "
Right hand to left chest.
Gently pull your left leg and give a toast.
"- Hmm."
And His Highness Ethel squeaked when he saw it.
... Did you screw something up?
"I'm familiar with old manners. Are you born honorable?
That said, he gave me a thank you for the same behavior.
Apparently, it was okay, but it's still that misconception here.
"No, the…… prying about origins, if you will forgive me"
Well, but I can't help it. It's my fault I don't explain.
Perhaps there's a lot of other misunderstandings about names... but all this is that I can't help blaming them.
Speaking in my previous life, if anyone seemed to grow up well in the name of Jing Yi Sutra, Ba Yi Zhong, or Ningfu Yoshi or Matsurika, I doubt my pseudonym either.
"Ha-ha-ha, do you have a situation? Then I have no choice. … please, call me."
I will sit in a chair and recommend it to me. [M]
When I sat down lightly…… I could tell by the signs that Menel did not use the chair and stood behind my diagonal.
Ah, why is it like "I am a squire and sit down"...
Oh! The whole conversation with the great guy got thrown at me. Ah!?
………………
Turning slightly and pointing a resentful glance at you, I saw the edge of Menel's mouth slightly nibbling up.
Damn, I turn my gaze back to His Highness Ethel thinking.
Being invited and seeing too much in front of the host is disrespectful.
"But… representatives only? I ordered you to bring them all."
"What?"
Should I have brought Vi and Tonio?
It seems that Vi was also interested in the Lords' Hall, but he was not involved in the killing of the Fei Long, so he asked him to stay in the temple.
"Probably four or five?
"Ah, yes. Four."
I wonder how I found out.
"Then wizards, clerics, fairy men, warriors…? Well, it's quite a balanced party."
"What?"
"Mm?"
Is that it? Uh,
"I was a cleric, hunter, merchant and poet traveling..."
"?............ hmm?
Not meshing?
"Something that unleashed a thunderbolt on the Fei Long, a light wall on the temple, something that manipulated the airflow.
… and a warrior who was very talked about, tried Wyburn on foot and broke his neck "
Four, I presume? His Highness Ethel said to confirm.
"Ah..."
Oh, is that so!?
"I'm afraid, Your Highness. If that's what you mean, you and I can't go wrong."
"............ hmm? What does that mean?"
I nodded.
"Your friend Meneldor called on the fairy to spread the Word, manipulate the airflow and drop the flying dragon to the ground again."
"So you're saying he's the fairy. And the rest?"
Me too.
"... I'm sorry, could you elaborate on what you did?
"For once, I carried out a thunderbolt alone, and failed. Once again, with Meneldor's help, he thundered the Fei Long and succeeded in provocation and attraction.
He then tried to take the assault by prayer of the Sanctuary, but although the momentum shredded, he allowed the mysterious Fei Long to break through... "
I'm talking to myself, and I'm getting a little pitiful.
Wouldn't Brad or Marie mourn in the shadow of the grass leaves?
"Although there were dangerous occasions, with Meneldor's help, I dropped the fairy's downward airflow (downburst) and Fei Long into the front yard with the" Kuriku Sayings ".
There was still a crowd around, so instead of the magic of great power, we aimed to settle by shooting a handheld short spear into the heart, but this failed. "
It's terrible to say it yourself. After all, this is unusual.
I have to work out again.
"We were on the verge of causing damage to the surrounding crowd with a flaming brace, so we were forced to re-storm without a hand.
After removing the bite and throwing it with my neck in my arms, I suppressed it, tightened it up and sealed the brace.
The cervical bone was broken and settled by the muscle strength of the body strengthening (enhancement) that was applied in advance while it was still flowing. "
…………
"It's an unparalleled battle... what, an outrageous thought"
"Oh, is that so…… that's a shame, um.
But I understand very well, let's thank you. "
That is above all.
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"Speaking of which, are you sure you want to deal with the Feilong damage, etc?
The area around the main hall was quite flabby.
Many civilians, martial arts officers and humans were moving around, but in the meantime...
"Regardless, there was a lot going on earlier, and there's a lot going on after this.
From reports and instructions, look around and encourage the scene and listen to petitions……………………… "
His Highness Ethel jokes and counts fingerfolds.
"But sometimes we have to do more than that."
My gaze turns.
"Yes, for example… thank you to someone who solved the problem from the ground up."
It sounded like a prank, and I was laughed at.
"No, I am………………"
"Don't be modest. I do not want my people to denigrate me ungrateful."
When I told him that, His Highness Ethel made his residence right for me and Menel.
"On behalf of White Sails, I would like to express my gratitude to both of you, Ethelbald."
Well done. He said he kept the sudden raid of the Fei Long from this much damage.
Gently bowing his head, he said that.
I also found it unusual for people with this level of power to bow their heads.
I don't mean to lose your head, and some people might think it's free, but when you're in power at this level, lowering your head poorly reduces something called authority.
"…… What a waste of words. I'm afraid so."
I lowered my head accordingly.
But oh.
…… after this, my stomach hurts so much.
"I'd really like you to receive a reward. Do you have any hope?
"Yes."
Nod.
All right, maybe it'll be a great hassle, but get ready. I've decided. Let's go.
"I am now taking care of the villages of the Beast Forest (Beastwoods) in the South.
The villages in the area are currently threatened by the fierce warcraft Kimyra. "
"Hmm."
"… it is confirmed that, with Your Highness's help, it is possible to move soldiers and hunt out Kimyra."
Questioning that, His Highness Ethel looked difficult.
"If you can't do it. Say it, it's not impossible.... Not impossible, but difficult.
You've seen that Wyburn, haven't you?
And he said.
while in a groping and rubbing motion of the temples.
"At present, such warcraft damage is frequent within our territory on the Southern Frontier Continent (Southmark).
I didn't expect a big man like Wyburn to storm directly into the White Sails... "
"You know what?"
No way………
"That's right. It's that mysterious poison. Whoever touches it is invaded by poison and becomes ferocious."
His Highness Ethel says that all the Wesen that swept through his body's blood are now trekking.
... Based on the matter of Immortality, my body doesn't seem to be poisoned by that hand, but does that happen when a normal person receives it?
…………
That's a lot.
A little, or... Kimyra, too.
"Due to the policies of the Predecessor, the pioneering area was overextended. We are in a current situation where even the ruling villages cannot adequately shelter all of them.
… will you understand? "
I understand what His Royal Highness Ethel is trying to say out of the blue.
Do not divide your forces on independent villages on the border in such circumstances, that is, villages that have not paid taxes and are not under asylum.
If you break it, it will cause the rebellion of the villages under asylum.
I can't turn the force to the side that pays what I pay, to the side that doesn't pay.
That can be said to be possible or impossible, but it can only be practically impossible.
"……… then."
Confirmation is complete. That's the real deal from here on out.
"Can you forgive me for organizing adventurers and mercenaries at my own expense and hunting out Kimyra?
The moment I asked that.
His Highness Ethel's temples moved tingly.
…………
Remaining silent, putting your hands on your eyes and rubbing your temples.
Then slowly, my gaze turns to this one.
"Lord William, for example.
- Do you know what that means?
Sharp gaze.
The indoor atmosphere slowly began to degenerate.