Fighter Logan, leader of the Fist King's Guild. Leather jackets are woven on bare skin and gauntlets are worn on both arms as thick as a whole.
Logan is also one of the promising Explorers (Seekers) in this Pork Ghost Oak stick pavilion. However, there is a problem with the bare line and I often rub it.
"Ha, bullshit. I don't know about colored streets, but lies like that don't work here."
Logan looked down at this one and distorted his thick lips in an abusive way.
"Hey, it doesn't matter to you. Pull it in."
Wolfe stuffs and stares at Logan. The height difference lined up is two head minutes. Even though Wolfe is also a long man, Logan only looks like a child in his opponent. But that struggle will not shrivel, but rather swell.
The two have been unfriendly for a long time. Because it doesn't fit your personality thoroughly. We've never developed into a bloody feud, but it always seemed like we were looking for a trigger for each other. But Logan's purpose on this occasion was Alma, not Wolf.
"You must be an outsider. Which way to pull in?"
"Ugh, yes, no, that's... that..."
Undisputable, Wolf can wolf with his fingers pointing at each other.
"Well, I'm an outsider too. If it's true, I'm not gonna talk to another party interview. Unlike this stupid wolf."
"Grungy..."
"But according to the story in my ear, this bitch pig apparently doesn't deserve a pork ghost" Oak "stick pavilion. And he's throwing up a big lie. Then you can't leave me alone, can you? Noel, am I wrong?
I laughed lightly at Logan's question.
"Whether you're lying or not, you're right."
Nevertheless, Alma wouldn't know what it means. I need an explanation of the situation.
"Alma didn't seem to know, but there are restrictions on entering the Seeker's Tavern based on the Seeker's qualifications. If you break it, it's customary for regular Seekers to slap you."
"First ear"
"It's an informal back rule. But this is the rule that applies to everyone, and there are no exceptions just because they are applicants for an interview."
"But I could sit in my seat."
"Me and the Purple Wolves didn't warn you. Normally, like this Logan is the right thing to do."
To my explanation, Alma nods intriguingly.
"I see. I understand."
"Then get out of here. I'll spare Noel, I'll miss you for today. But if you do the same thing again, you won't forgive me this time, bitch."
Logan laughed with his nose to ridicule him and indicated the store's exit with his jaw.
Alma ignores it and raises her straight right hand.
"Noel, question"
"What?
"What determines the Explorer's level?
"One is the rank of Function (Job). The other is the track record. In other words, you will be asked how much you have named as a Seeker."
"I see, achievements. Understood. Then..."
Alma jumps out of her chair and puts her fist against Logan.
"You can beat up this great monkey."
Correct.
The presence of the Purple Wolves (Lightning Bites) delayed much, but if I had silenced Alma, I knew that other Seekers would blame me me. The only way to shut this up is for Alma to prove her arm.
Besides, luckily for me, the opponent is Logan, the most powerful interpersonal in the stick pavilion of Pork Ghost Orc. An excellent experimental bench (guinea pig) to try and see if Alcor's grandson is true.
"Who's the monkey, Goraa!
Logan, provoked by Alma, rushes through the less angry hair heaven of anger.
"Hey, Noel! I'll get confirmation! Even if I kill this bitch, I'm complaining!? I can't beat you to death!
The two have already agreed to fight. I mean, a duel. That leaves no one to blame, even if one of them dies. It is a fair and noble result.
"I don't mind. He's not a party member yet. Do as you please."
When I agreed, the customers in the store rose and turned into a gallery.
"That's good, man. Huh!
"Logan, show him the strength of the Senior Seeker!
"Don't lose easy, little sister!
"Hey, which one do you bet? I'll bet Logan 10,000 Phils!
"Baka, it's not a bet!
Apparently the gallery believes Logan will prevail. Physical difference, poor interpersonal combat ability between fighters and scouts, more importantly, track record. Because all of that guarantees Logan a win.
But there is no alarm in Logan's face. On the contrary, there is sweat on its forehead. He's confused by Alma's ability to confront him.
In contrast, Alma stands idyllic with an icy faceless look.
"... Alma wins."
Liesha, who was next door, shrugged.
"Whoa, whoa!
It was Logan who moved first. Temper flashes. Raises the roar and releases a sharp right straight to Alma's face. A direct hit would blow Alma's head off.
But...
"Too late"
The fist pierced is the remnants of Alma. Alma, who attacked at an unstoppable rate, dives straight into Logan's pocket and, as he leaps, punches his throat and rolls out his knife.
"Grrr!"
Logan, who received an intense knife at the steeple, threw up collapsing blood. Being on your knees and bent forward makes you feel like a sinner waiting to be beheaded.
"Yes, I'm done."
Shaken down by Logan's neck is Alma's heel drop, not guillotine. A strong blow damages the medulla oblongata, pruning Logan's consciousness.
The battle was settled in less than three seconds.
Strong. I didn't know scouts could easily defeat that Logan...
My grandfather trained me to be physically skilled, and from what I can tell, Alma's ability to fight is much higher. Besides, Alma was obviously on the loose. If I wanted to kill him, it was because I could have killed him with my first knife.
Exactly instant kill.
I kicked my chair and shouted to Alma as the gallery raved about the outcome of the match.
"You, hire!
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After the duel, our guests ate a big eyeball at the Admiral of the Pork Ghost "Oak" stick pavilion.
"Kolaaaa! You're going to break out in the store!!!
A type of yelling voice that will be preached deferentially if caught.
If that's all, it's still possible, depending on the general's mood, as a penalty, that he'll be paid the other guy's ass. I mean, reverse jackpot.
So we stayed alone and toned to scatter the spider child.
"Scatter! If we get caught, it's the last time!
The exit is one, but the Explorers (Seekers), who have been through a life-threatening battle, run outside without clogging, at the perfect time.
When I checked the back as I left, I saw the Fist King's Guild guys desperately dragging on Logan, who was fainting. I just hope you get away safely.
So next to me, after the hog ghost "Oak" stick pavilion, there's a faceless Alma walking as if nothing had happened.
"It was a brilliant fight. I don't think Alcor's grandson is lying."
"You didn't even believe Noel?
A little dissatisfied, Alma swelled her cheeks.
"Suddenly, I'm the grandson of a legendary killer, even if they say so. Even I said I was the grandson of an indestructible demon, and no one believed me at first."
"But I was quick to believe it."
"Heh, why is that?
"My eyes are different from the others. If it's to win, I'll do anything, eyes. Jicha said. Never fight an immortal demon (Overdeath). The guy says he can't win a decent fight because he always goes diagonally up the right side of the prediction. Noel's eye is an eye that reminds me of its teachings"
I had to laugh bitterly.
An eye that reminds me of my grandfather, I don't feel bad. But to sum up what Alma said, it means you're out of common sense, you crazy bastard.
Well, Explorer is a profession that can't be done without a few head screws off. I dare you to accept this as a compliment.
"As I said earlier, I want Alma to be part of the Blue Beyond. But the Seeker himself isn't interested, is he? Is there any inconvenience in becoming a party member like this?
"None. I'm free anyway"
"Free time, huh? Admittedly Alma is strong. But if you're licking too many Explorers, you'll be dead in no time. Demons (beasts) are not sweet. Alma, if you're alone, it's hard for me or my people to risk coming in in the future."
"What we need in battle is strength, not spirituality. I'm not very motivated, but don't worry, I'll get results. Strength is absolute justice. It should be the same for Seekers."
You're out of words.
I feel arrogant, but I don't know the frog in the well. Anyway, I got some guidance from that Alcor. Besides, functions of the same lineage (jobs). There's no way they're not strong.
From me, who was the grandson of an immortal demon (Overdeath), but couldn't be a warrior, it's a jealous story.
"Noel."
Suddenly he was stopped, so looking back, Alma was holding his belly down.
"I'm hungry. I haven't eaten anything in the morning."
"Well, do you want something to eat"
If you ask me, I'm hungry too. I had breakfast, but it's already noon. The hunger, which was unconscious because of the thick time spent, becomes clear in Alma's words.
What to eat, walk around the food and beverage district with, but reputable shops were raw and hateful everywhere. So much so that you need to be in a long line to get into the store.
"You're in trouble. We're going to be in line, okay?
"It's troublesome to line up long. - That's good."
What Alma pointed to was a fried bun stall. There's a crowd there too, but the rotation rate is good, so you don't have to line up long to buy it.
After enough, me and Alma had a hot fried bun in their hands. I'm the meat filling, Alma's the custard cream filling, they both look voluptuous and delicious.
"Huh!? This is delicious!
Alma wrapped around a fried bun made his face shine like a flower blooming all the time.
I'll try mine too. Oh, it's delicious indeed. Juice of meat overflows from the crisp fried, dusty skin on the surface. It also contained a lot of vegetables, and its sweetness added to the flavour of the meat.
"Noel, let me see that one too."
"Well, I'll take a bite too"
Share a fried bun with Alma. Yeah, this is delicious too. The rich sweetness of the custard cream goes well with the skin of the fried bun.
What I have never known about this stall is enough satisfaction to be regretted.
"I've never had anything so delicious in my life"
Alma put her hand on her cheek and her eyes narrowed inadvertently.
I thought you said too much about everything, but you've been talking about playing mountain cages. If that's true, I also know I find this fried bun superb.
"Is this your first time down the mountain?
"First time"
"It doesn't feel like it's floating that far."
"Jicha taught me how to blend into my surroundings."
"I see. - Hey, I'm curious about one thing."
So keep asking questions on the extension of the public discourse.
"Is training in the mountains supposed to be an assassin?
"Yes, from scouts to assassins, and training to go on top of it. Rank Up to B-Rank Not Yet, Conditions Completed During Training"
"Oh, I knew it"
I thought it was too strong for a C-rank, but I'd be satisfied if I already met the rank-up criteria. In order to rank up, you need to rely on the appraiser again, so it would mean that you are on hold without doing so.
"Yet you didn't join the Assassin Order. Isn't that why your grandfather trained Alma?
"Yes. I was going to, too. But I couldn't get in. I didn't deserve the Assassin Order."
"Alma did? I don't think there's a shortage of strength..."
"Strength was recognized. But I was told it lacked aptitude."
"What do you mean?
I keep asking questions, but Alma shook her head slowly.
"Sorry, I can't talk any more"
"... well, I'm sorry about this one. Thanks for everything."
No one has one or two secrets they can't tell. If you say you don't want to talk, I'm not going to step in any further. Even if you have secrets, you can be one of them.
"I don't need an old assassin because I'm revamping my organization."
"You talk!?
He said he'd flatten his hand back in an instant. What are you thinking, you stupid bitch?
"Previously, the Assassin Order was an independent, secret organization, but the current head of the Order said it would soon be reborn into an imperial umbrella organization."
"What? I mean, from now on, it's going to be exclusive to the Emperor?
"Looks like it. He said he's going to do more intelligence than kill. Well, it looks like he's gonna kill you too. The way the organization is going to be is going to change considerably"
"You... that's so important information... This isn't what you talk about with a fried bun on your cheek. I mean, don't talk to me in the first place!
"Ha, speaking of which, it was also said to be an absolute secret.... What shall we do?"
"I don't know what to do, it's not..."
Is this okay? Because of this information, would a large number of assassins (assassins) be sent in? My life doesn't end there, does it?
"Noel, don't worry"
"... what?
"If ever, your sister will protect you. So it's okay."
"Who's your sister, who's"
Don't get on the older side conveniently. By and large, whose fault was it that I found out about dangerous information?
If ever, I'll run away with this stupid bitch.