Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

As we approach the hall, we see the whole thing steadily, step by step.

I thought something was bouncing around inside the two-tier of the half-broken Lark mansion, but if you look closely, it was just ten autems, and at the heart of the violence, a big man, rounded up to protect his body, was lying down.

"... So, Mr. Peter, you know, over there, upstairs on the ruins of the Lark Mansion, is that the main culprit okay?

Peter creates a slight build-up, and he nods strangely.

"Yes, that's the raider than the Leaveras nation. Right, Altamia."

No, I know you're trying to make that nervous.

But that sounds a bit like it too...

Altamia seems to have regained some calm, nodding slightly infidel.

"Yeah... that's right"

That's the assassin......

It was heard fragmentarily that he was a terrible sorcerer who appeared abruptly in the Lark mansion and fought more than one another using his body close to immortality to his Altamian opponents, and melee and martial arts specializing in action, and finally halved the halfway house with mysterious bombing magic.

"Help me! I need your help! Ouch, it really hurts! Stop!"

A large adult is left to oatem while crying.

... Somehow, it's not what I was hearing.

I had already settled for Altamia and the assassin, and for once I heard they were successful in capturing him alive, but I didn't make this a prediction.

One more lowering of the Leaveras country's stature in me.

Or Altamia. It doesn't matter. That's mine.

"Do you want to let me go for now and keep me connected to jail..."

He will temporarily be confined to Phage territory and sent to jail to house important criminals in another territory, as will Marias and others.

"... to that unusual look, a large body and sturdy. Killing priest, Rasboot. Since before the birth of the New Leviathan, the eagle has marked him as the second most important figure in the Leviathan kingdom."

Even if they talk about Arre now like that, stocks across the Leaveras country will fall before Rasboot and Ya's stock go up.

"... the second means the first is Sarteria?

"The most important person right now is, but Sarteria was anonymous at the time, so you didn't even care to stop. By that time the eagle was most attentive to the devil's brain, the neck tied devil and the feared alchemist, Penrat."

"Ah..."

"He's been generating chimeras against humanity many times since he was young, and that naturally went against the basic teachings of Leviath. Yet he has a legend that he was sent dozens, no hundreds of assassins, but didn't loosen the hand of research at all, because he kept selling fights to almost all denominations in the unstable country of Leaveras. That's a funny joke, but in that sense it might be close to you. You must be one of the four great priests of the Water God by now. Even for Abel, that man won't be an easy opponent, will he? As long as we're hostile to the Leavelas Nation, we'll be confronting him soon."

I'm sorry, I already knocked you down.

Or once, Mr. Peter, I made a mistake when I left the inn.

I was about to hit the penrat that was twitching near the door, and Munich was clean, and the old man you flaunted and lowered your head lightly was it.

Coming right up to the present on the site of Phage Mansion.

The eyes of the slaughter priest Rasboot and his abandoned puppy met.

"Quick, stop this doll! Please! Or the witch with the spicy sadistic hobby will destroy you!

I take Las Boots' remarks and see Altamia.

Altamia laughs with her nose as she glances at Las Bouts's ugliness with cold eyes.

"I've been badly hit by him, too, so I'm gonna give him a little something back."

You seem angry for a long time. I feel cold looking at me, too. I can see how grumpy it is.

Even burning down the house and nearly a hundred years of research results, what the hell has Rasboot done to piss off Altamia for forgiving me with one goopan so far?

"... for now it's not obvious, so I'm going to stop the autoem."

"Please! Please...... gobbo!

Ortem's kick forced Rasboot's mouth to close desperately wide open.

Blood seeps through his chewed tongue, and he is dangling and shaking from his mouth. Wow... looks painful.

This autoem of mine didn't envisage dealing with something that doesn't fly in consciousness.

I didn't expect anyone to hang such cursely sorcery on me that I could taste such infinite torture.

Poor thing, but honestly I don't think I'm that bad.

There's no point hurting me any more pointlessly, so let's just let it go.

"What do you say, Abel? If we leave the Leaveras country alone, more assassins than Rasboot will attack us by poking at our surprises. We have to get out of here."

I know that.

The opponent's personal power isn't much of an alert in itself, but if you keep leaving it like this, it's the people around me, Meir and Lark, who eat for it.

There's nothing more to settle for than getting Leavie's eye on you.

"... one thing lacks persuasion right now, Dear Peter. At least if I had stuck it a little bit more..."

Seeing Rasboot in a vortex of admirable violence, Munich praised it that way, near Peter.

As I turned to Munich, Peter's fist immediately captured the back of Munich's head.

Peter then hides his arms behind his back as if nothing had happened and corrects his posture.

... I guess what Munich has just said was also the true meaning of Peter.

As for Peter, you should want to use this as an opportunity to get rid of this disturbing force called the Leaveras Nation.

Munich isn't without a thought either, but he saw not much of Rasboot's situation and his mouth must have slipped.

It should have hurt pretty bad because it sounded pretty good, but now the mouth peeking from the cover also keeps its faceless straight line.

"... Abel, Rasboot's aim has obviously been to pinpoint Meir from the start. Honestly, over the course of this period, they won't be bothering to target Lark for as much of a substitute as they want. I wonder if there was a verse like that, Altamia."

"Sure, right...... It was meant to be Meir's kidnapping."

"What..."

I raise my voice unexpectedly.

It may be one of the targets, I was thinking about it, but I didn't think Meir was up to his primary purpose.

"I know a lot about the slaughter priest Rasboot because I was looking into the eagle in advance. I thought you said you were originally a sect of Levi people. Back then, Rasboot was notorious for sacrificing his enemies' captives, and sometimes even his allies, as sacrifices to Levi, and torturing him to death for up to four hundred days after humiliating him in all his dignity. By doing so, you will have dedicated all of the person to Leavie. Faith denominations should have changed, but that's not necessarily what I didn't do this time either. The New Leavies don't seem like eagles to the righteous."

"Become...!

If I made a mistake, Meir was.

If it had been the collectors of the self-restraint sword Kudrarg and Amritafull equipment who had come to raid Phage territory, if it had been the enemies of the legal god Kudr class, it would have meant nothing, such as ten autoems.

My shallowness and disgust and frustration springs up at the other person's way around.

"... Dear Peter, Aren't you having a little fun?

Munich whispers something into Peter's ear.

A quick released back fist captured Munich's back of the head again.

"... my thoughts were sweet. I thought I was the one who had to do something someday, but I took a long look somewhere. I'll make a decision now. As soon as you're ready, head out here to crusade Levi."

"You've finally made your decision. The eagle will spare no backward support in the future. Say anything."

"Dear Peter, I promise that to this person...!

"Be prepared. If you eat poison, you'll say to Forg, right?

"That's the word of an adventurer who got poisoned saliva and abandoned himself, Dear Peter!

I once prevented Levi from throwing a weapon and dropped his arm.

But Kudr also lost his tentacles in tentacles, but he didn't seem to be scared.

I have no idea how far Leavie can fight that serious.

But I will definitely win. Let them win.

You can't involve Mere any more.

"Get ready quickly. It's better to get in. I don't even know how long I'll be away, so I have to give the Alchemy Division clear instructions."

I flipped my body and decided to hurry to the inn where Lark and the others were.

"Ah, that! Gubbo! It's time for Gebbo! My rescue, bajo-ho!

Rasboot reaches out to me desperately, twisting his body in every direction.

"Just do that for one more day. There's an outside way!

You just bombed the Lark Mansion with magic, or you're the bastard who was trying to grab Meir and torture him.

There's no reason for me to have feelings. For a day, just four hundred days that he did it.

"I didn't get that far!

As the screams of Rasboot fly, I make my footsteps resume.

Meir followed right behind him, but somehow Altamia and Peter, Munich, stayed hesitant for a while and watched Rasboot.

But when I looked back, he walked toward me as if nothing had happened.