Thanks to a Different World Reincarnation

The streets are relatively safe paths where junctions are regularly installed and where warcraft are less likely to lean over. However, because of the cost and topographical problems, it does not necessarily connect the cities at the shortest possible distance.

That is also true this time, there is no street that connects directly from the city of Tron to the city of Lienz. For this reason, you have to travel far through the relay point once to return to the city of Lienz through the streets.

Now that the problem of magic fever had been solved, there was no particular need to hurry, but Jin and the others had chosen to go the shortest distance rather than the street.

That just made me want to go home early and see everyone safe, but that was a good reason to hurry up enough for the Jins.

Thus a few hours after leaving the city of Tron, by the time the meeting was about to take a paragraph, there was a reaction from people to Jin's 'map'.

The five glowing points on the "map" slightly off the direction of Gin and the others are slowly moving away. Sometimes it's off the street, and Jin guesses it's probably a walking adventurer.

When there was a reaction, I felt like a gin for a moment, but I laughed bitterly and relaxed that you just couldn't possibly run into a bandit.

However, one new light point was added on the 'map', as if to have anticipated the moment.

I was reminded of a story I heard from a male employee in the city of Tron in the back of my brain, with chills running on Gin's spine.

An adventurer who lost his companion and fell into a solo bandit.

Murderers with proximity to Class A strength and who have already hung many in their hands.

My guess was that he was lurking near Wang Du, but if that was wrong......

Jin immediately begins to slow down the carriage and calls out to the arias behind him.

"Listen to me! There was a reaction to my 'map'. There's a group of people a little further who seem to be adventurers, but there's one person approaching."

Immediately the carriage stopped altogether, and in the meantime the Arias also found out what Jin was trying to say.

"Are you saying you're the bandit I heard in Tron?

Elsa asks Jin so, but the thought is stronger that no way, and that was the same for Aria and Rachel.

"I don't know for sure. However, I think that's a good possibility."

It is also possible that that is the survival of a party spared from total annihilation, otherwise the situation is too similar to that of a solo bandit and a fallen adventurer.

"I don't have time. Let's move on, assuming that's the case here. If it's not, it's just a joke."

Three people nodding at the words of that gin. Its face turns into something more serious.

"The opponent is a high-level former adventurer. There are two things we do. Let the group of adventurers we come into contact with fight first, and we run away. The second is to rendezvous with that group of adventurers and work together to defeat them. I want to take a second."

One of the conditions that makes Adventurer Rank C is Level 15 or higher, but this becomes 30 or higher in Rank B and 50 or higher in A.

Regardless of what the Jins are capable of, they are only around 20 on a level and about the (often) C-rank they interpret.

By contrast, if the opponent becomes a former adventurer said to be close to A-rank, the level could also be close to 50. Even though there are individual differences in stats that rise by level, we still don't know if we can counter enemy opponents at a level that is double or higher.

But still, when I thought about what happens if a bunch of adventurers lose, or what they would do in the future, I couldn't choose the option of telling Jin to run away.

The distance between the two is approaching even while we are doing this. Even if we rush to a conclusion, it's subtle if we'll make it. But it's not just the gin that's hanging, it's the lives of all the parties. This time to make a party policy decision was untouchable for Jin.

"Let's go!" "" Let's go!

But just because such a question is useless, the three Arias who immediately and never give an answer. I was a little surprised gin, but I immediately said with a grin.

"All right, let's go!

Jin immediately whipped the horse and hurried to drive the carriage in the direction where there was a group of adventurers.

Now, let's go back in time a little before the Jins make their decision.

A group of five adventurers. Class B party "Both Arms of the Titans" was about to be moved to the village where they were requested to crusade.

"Uh, I'm not feeling well."

Yes, the blur was Zach, who got tangled up in the guild yesterday. He is a light warrior with a guerrilla role in this "Both Arms of the Giant". A powerful man who cleverly separates spears from bows, and a tron adventurer's guild.

Besides him, there are two avant-garde warriors, one mage and one cleric in the rear guard, and these two are women. A total of five people adding Zach, a guerrilla who can also be described as Zhongwei, become party members of "Both Arms of the Giant".

But I can't feel the hegemony reminiscent of a class B adventurer in Zach's current appearance, and that was so common to the rest of the membership with all the differences in degrees.

About half a month ago, they received the news that the previously cared for party, The Angry Giant, had been devastated by leaving Gerd, who was the leader. That was just a shocking event, but about 10 days ago, I got information that Gerd had fallen into banditry this time.

They just knew what a luxurious, caring, brother-skinned Gerd looked like before, and that wasn't a very believable story. However, they were made to understand that the additional information that came in one after the other was a rare fact.

I wasn't even willing to make a request for a while in shock, and it was until yesterday that I was sober and clearing my worries.

I met the Jins in that, and I'm not sure what they felt. However, it is in the current situation that we are moving to the village of destination, wondering if they will also do so at the request of an affordable near-field when they finally raise their heavy hips.

"I guess you haven't lost your liquor yet, have you? You're a bad alcoholic, but you always drink too much."

"There's no liquor left.... I'm sure it bothered you yesterday."

Blamed by a female magician from a party member, Zach answers in a bad way.

Zach himself knows he has a bad liquor habit, but when he really started drinking, he didn't stop, and these exchanges were the usual thing.

"I ended up empty yesterday, so it was still better... Heh. But you were a strangely polite and weird kid."

A female magician who remembers Zach as brilliantly deflected, trying to tangle, as usual. Moreover, the person involved had always responded with a smile, and on his way home he deliberately stopped by the table with the person involved to say hello.

After that they thrived on the topic of Jin and Zach, but that was a long time ago non-gloomy topic for them.

"Oh, the next time I see you, I'm gonna apologize."

Even though it didn't do any harm to the Jins, it was a reflection for Zach, who lost his booze.

"I mean, come on, you're gonna drink." Careful! There's someone out there!

Party leaders draw attention by blocking the dialogue of female magicians.

It should be called the Boulder B Rank Party, and each of them immediately responded.

"Whoa. You're very welcome. Glad to hear it."

That's how Zach and the others were on guard, and the man appeared softly with a nigga and a nasty laugh on his face.

The man's arms and thighs, and his head remain protruding, but otherwise wrapped in thingy (obo) shiatsu boneless armor, he bears a great sword on his shoulder that he seemingly finds to be an animal. It's an outfit reminiscent of a wartime adventurer, but it has a different vibe.

That was rough and disastrous, to say the least.

"No way......"

Words leak through Zach's mouth unexpectedly when he sees it.

In the past, we admired ourselves and named ourselves a party by name. For his magnificent and often laughing brother, his friendship with one of the party members, a female warrior, was amicable enough to make him want to be one too at some point.

It had not been 10 years since they had left the city, but there was no shadow to see its pleasant appearance in memory.

"Are you kidding me, Mr. Gerd...?

The squeezed out voice shivers unexpectedly.

"Come on, Zach. Give me some water. Have you forgotten to look? That's right, it's me. Master Gerd."

Gerd in Zach's memory never spoke in such a sticky way. The fact that it has changed finally begins to penetrate Zach.

"What is it, you guys? You look weird with all the alignments."

Still, Gerd did not stop laughing Niyaniya and looked up to heaven, covering his face with his empty left hand in an exaggerated gesture.

The appearance was somewhere funny (cool), but at the same time it made me feel crazy.

Zach and the others had intended to understand the fact that Gerd had fallen into banditry, but they didn't even attack themselves, but were just standing guard and consequently stood up.

But that would be the decisive defeat.

"Well, it's time..."

Gerd stays in that position, twisting Zach and the others from the gap in his hand.

Even though the sword was not yet within reach, at some point Gerd was approaching just outside Zach and the others.

"Die!

With that word, intense pressure strikes Zach and the others, and at the same time Gerd strikes.

The distance, which was a little further away, was instantly packed, and the great sword, shaken down at the same time as the jump in, slammed the leader to the ground whose reaction had been delayed by pressure.

Armor was destroyed from shoulder to back, but it's good to have fallen back, even though they're incapable of fighting, they still have breath.

The other avant-garde, soon recovered, waved his sword, but it was easily diverted and, conversely, he was to devour the blow of the Great Sword.

"Guh!"

The blow of the Great Sword, which struck the dust, destroyed the armor, and was blown away, he becomes stuffy and unconscious.

Although we both barely breathe, this makes the two avant-gardes incapable of combat, leaving only two players, Zach and the rear guard.

The two guards are good at witchcraft and recovery, respectively, and not so good at melee combat. Zach is the only person left to deal with Gerd as an avant-garde.

Zach is in a hurry and a cold sweat flows down his cheek.

"What? Were you guys still so weak?

I guess I still didn't want to believe that, even though I had heard of many of the murders. It wasn't supposed to be a one-sided development to this point, but it was the division of the battle that had been discovered and not attacked, allowing them to approach.

"Well, no. Let's just stab the two of us in the stops."

"Stop it!"

Let Gerd try to wave his sword down on his falling down buddy, or Zach will jump.

I know I'm not the one who can do it alone, but I still couldn't keep my mouth shut.

The two guards start chanting spells, but need to get somewhat closer to the subject about restorative magic. Regardless of the state in which the two avant-gardes are alive, in the present situation it is only suicidal to approach them. But the two fallen will need treatment as soon as possible. Female clerics approach with the readiness to die, but Gerd can't possibly miss it.

Gerd's fierce blade strikes her.

"Let it go!

Zach succeeded in barely flushing the blade even as he fell apart, but even that was on schedule for Gerd.

"Damn!"

We've targeted Zach, who's disfigured. Gerd's sword strikes, blowing Zach with every reflexively kneaded spear.

"Geez."

Gerd blew up the priest's girlfriend, who had nothing to protect.

The blow carried out from the crumpled foot (greaves) was powerful enough to prune her consciousness.

"Zuh-huh."

The magic of the sorcerer, released a little late, cannot be dealt damage in the belly of the Great Sword.

Only Zach and the sorcerer are still conscious, but Zach hasn't been able to get up since he was blown away.

"I knew magicians were a pain in the ass. You're dead."

When Gerd loosens his mouth, he walks out toward the sorcerer. Swallow by its enthusiasm, the sorcerer stands on the spot without being able to chant.

"Stop it! Stop it!!

He was Zach trying desperately to get back on his feet and get up, but he's not going to make it like this. A sad cry persists.

But as I noticed something, Gerd stopped walking, and soon I could see the carriage sticking toward this one in Zach's eyes as well.

And though it slowed down slightly, one shadow jumped out of the still fast carriage.