"That porn bald father, what's twenty..."
When the sun began to set, I discovered the Bandits' Azito in a rocky place that opened in a rind.
We're sitting on a branch of tall wood about 300 meters from Azit to scout from the heights. Turn the sun back, it's invisible in reverse light from the other side.
Ajitos visible using monocular glasses are not fortified with a razor or fence, but it seems troublesome when the archers use the surrounding rock walls as scaffolding.
Besides, even though it's just a geographically troublesome place, instead of twenty bandits wandering there, there were sixty three times as many just looking at it.
"You're not just a drifter who can put all this together..."
I'm going to look at Ajito with my monoculars in my eyes.
"There he is, that's the boss of the Bandits"
What I found was a big man with a tribal tattoo in the right half of his face. Obviously, the equipment is of better quality than others, and I get exaggeration from a woman who looks like a subordinate.
He seems already drunk, but it is obvious that his eyes are sharp and fierce. Based on that face, search the list of criminals you remember.
"I remember. That bandit's head is Razor Gordo."
Razor Goldo. Function (Job) is a scout-based B-rank, turbulent wave (Banded). He led the Goldo Bandits in his own name and was a major criminal who was rampaging around the western region of the Empire.
"I heard that the other Seekers (Explorers) destroyed me, but was the head Gordo alive? You're like a cockroach."
But with that razor goldo, I'm also convinced we can gather sixty men. I guess we're going to build up our strength in this countryside and work a lot again.
"Alma, what do you say? The opponent is a B-rank turbulent wave, but can you beat it?
"Spare"
Neighbor Alma doesn't use monoculars, he puts his rounded fingers in his eyes.
"Even in B-rank, before breakfast at that level"
In the C- and B-ranks, of course, the B-ranks are stronger. But that's just a spec story. Aside from talking about this being above A-rank, if you have more skill or experience, it is possible to beat B-rank even in C-rank.
Not to mention Alma achieves the conditions for ranking up. It would be a pure fact, not an exaggeration, for Razor Goldo to be able to say that even his opponents can afford it.
"But what I can afford is a one-on-one story. I can't do that with those kids."
"I know. So I'll take care of that."
"Is Noel going to fight with you? But if we get any closer, we'll be caught in a turbulent wave (banded) enemy. I have the skills to turn down signs, but Noel doesn't have them, does he?
"Listen to the end of the story. Here's my operation."
First, Alma uses Scout Skill: Block Signs (Stealth) to get to the limit of being caught by Goldo's opponents.
And at the same time, I activate Speech Skill: Wolf Roar (Stanhaul). Even if my distance is three hundred meters away, the voice of the Speaker is within reach. Now it is possible to seal the movements of the subordinates.
Goldo, who is superior, is resisted, but the only thing I'm after is the distribution from end to end. Either way, Gordo will be followed to grasp the situation and stop moving. All you have to do is punch that gap and Alma will finish it from behind.
Once the rest of his subordination is stopped (Stan), Alma eliminates the enemy while stirring up. In doing so, they are not forced to reduce the number, but are asked to focus on agitation.
What a bunch of Utah thieves who have lost their heads. In the absence of a leader, the benefits of numbers become, on the contrary, inhibiting each other's behavior. If you stir it up, you'll go extra right and left, and instead of responding, you won't be able to escape.
In that mess, I rendezvous from behind, and Silver's wide-ranging attack reduces the number even further as he turns down the exit path. If you sweep away the fugitives after that, they'll complete the mission.
"- Is there an opinion or question?
"None. Perfect. So let's do it."
"Ok. From here, we'll have a conversation with Thought Sharing (link)"
Speech Skills: Thought Sharing (link).
Skills to share thoughts with party members by reading. With this, we can work in fine collaboration even if we are apart from each other.
"Are you ready?
When I sent the reading, Alma's voice echoed in my head.
"Anytime."
"Then I'll run the operation better than this"
Speech Skill: Morale (Battle Voice).
Alma, who has my support (buff), uses scout skills: Block Signs (stealth). The skill of erasing signs and detecting the presence and making it hard diluted Alma's presence at once. Because of their high level of skill proficiency, they feel like they are looking transparent.
Alma jumps down with signs blocked (stealth) and walks through the woods.
A few seconds after that, communication went in.
"I got to the placement. The distance is ten meters. If instructed, I can be put to rest immediately '
"Copy that. - Use Wolf Roar (Stanhaul)"
I breathed as much air into my lungs as I could, screaming out loud as I could.
"Stop!!!!!"
A peek at the monoculars confirmed that the wolf roar (Stanhaul) had stopped (Stan) the bandits. Only Goldo, who could resist, perceives the anomaly and rises.
Instructions! Kill Gordo!
Speech Skills: Tactician Deployment.
Alma, whose full abilities were increased by 25 percent by the aid (buff), used an additional speed increase (accelerator) and approached Gordo at the speed of an electrolithic fire.
Scout Skill: Unexpected (Silent Killing).
And scouts skills: falcon blow (quick attack).
Beyond the monocular, Gordo throws up a chunk of blood and collapses.
The combination of skills that tripled the damage dealt when a surprise attack was successful, and skills that doubled the damage dealt according to their own speed, had a large wind hole in Goldo's chest pierced by an Alma knife from behind.
Excessive killing (overkill) beyond fatal (critical), with an emphasis on killing.
"Confirm death! Next order! Keep stirring up the enemy until I get there!
Jumping off branches at the same time as giving instructions with thought-sharing (links). Three hundred meters in the woods with a lot of obstacles, you know, like walking all you can for thirty-two seconds.
"- Destroy them both. Destroy the three. Four men destroyed. Destroy the Five '
On my head running, I get a report counting the bandits I killed from Alma. The voice never stopped, it had already exceeded ten.
That guy, it's good to kill him, but you know what I mean when I instruct him to stir up?
Anyway, if we can wipe it out as it is, if we give it a stronger fear than chaos, we will send out a large number of fugitives. Like the beast of the hand is mad, the detachment bandits are dangerous. There is no way you can hope to change your mind, and those who have abandoned themselves will attack someone with allowances or gradually.
If that happens, we'll be held accountable for letting the fugitives out. So when you crush the Bandits, killing is the absolute iron rule.
The Bandits' Azito - arrived on an open rock. So what I saw was Alma slaughtering the bandits without any mercy.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!
In witchcraft, a white reaper smiles mad and waves a blunt fierce blade. Spread the blood and organs of the wretched meatbags, and without a moment, dimension their five bodies in pieces. Without getting dirty in return blood, stay beautiful white......
"Hey, what is this bucket thing?!? Ku, don't come! It's coming. Ah!
A bandit in a state of panic makes a scream similar to a scream. In the next moment, its neck was rolling down the ground. Half of the bandits who see it are scared and run away with us.
Again, has this happened...... Besides, Alma is totally drunk on blood, and from my people's point of view, she's emitting madness that doesn't seem human.
Well, there's no problem. Because I've already arrived.
"Don't think you can get away with this! Kill them all!!!
Everyone on the spot turns their attention to my sudden appearance.
"Alma, get back to your sanity! We're gonna use flash shells!
"Huh!? Wow, okay! Sorry! '
New instructions through thought sharing (links), and the use of psychosocial skills that normalize the spirit: psychosocial solutions (peer support).
Confirming that Alma had hidden her eyes with her arms, I also closed my eyes and threw the flash bullet out of my coat overhead.
"Ghaaaaaaaa!
If you open your eyelids, the bandits hold your eyes and nod. Those who were trying to escape are also unable to move because their eyes were burned. I pulled out Silver without hesitation and shot a flame bullet (Flame Barrett) at the most dense spot.
"No, no, no, no!! Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!
A flame released from the demon bullet leaves the bandits in flames. The blind escape without knowing what's going on and deliver fire to those who were outside the range of the flame shell (Flame Barrett) as well.
As the hell picture of the snort was reproduced, I gave instructions to Alma again.
"Alma, I'll kill the center! You kill those people in a remote position!
Copy that!
Alma pulls the needle out of the case she has on her thighs and throws it all at once when she swings it wide. The throw that was supposed to be bullshit, but everything was shooting at the bandits.
Scout Skill: Necessary Throw (Perfect Throw).
A skill that allows throwing weapons to be tracked automatically and always hit.
Any guy who tries to escape blind can also be prevented by this. This rocky place is a cageless birdcage. The rest is not in a hurry, you just have to cook carefully and sincerely.
I flashed my knife into the sunset and walked over to the bandits one step at a time.
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In the end, there were sixty-four bandits in all.
There are thirty-eight Almas, twenty-six of me, and not a single one who has allowed them to flee, all rolling into untold corpses.
Of these, about 20% would be sociopaths with the same roots as Goldo, but the majority are criminal apprentices who tried to escape poor living.
They are the second or third sons who can no longer stay in the city because of debt, or who have been expelled from the village to reduce their mouths, or who have not become criminals because they want to.
They're all young, almost the same age as me. Combat proficiency was also clearly low. In its death face can be seen the deep anger and sorrow that complain of the irrationality of the world.
But it's also true that these guys have already dyed their hands for banditry.
If it's just theft, it's still killing to injury, and raping, like bandits everywhere, extremely evil people who trample on the dignity of the truly living.
Especially when it comes to the Goldo Bandits, a flavor that has made its name for brutal outrage.
The story of letting the attacked village child hold a small razor and carve his or her own parents' body by an inch until his or her death is so famous that it has also been passed on to the imperial capital. So I was given the alias' Razor '.
It's a felony to be in such a goldo flavor and to cower or refuse a dirty job. At least, the only ones rolling here are those who adapted to the baptism of Gordo. For he who was not, has already been killed.
I mean, whatever the history, these guys are killed and deserved scum.
Amid the backward smell of blood and intestines, I cut off the head of Razor Gordo and tucked it in a headbag that was in Ajito.
Give this neck to the city's gendarmerie and you'll get a bounty. But was Razor Gordo's bounty two million fils? Carrying your neck around sucks, but you'll have to put up with it for two million.
"I found it. Like Noel said, I had quite a few. Just millions of fils."
Alma walks over with a leather bag. While processing Goldo's head, Alma had him explore the Goldo Bandits' money.
Naturally he raids the village and has gold because of the shallow sun, and I expected that Goldo, with his head on the big bounty neck, would have managed the funds perfectly, but he seemed right.
With this being the ordinary bandits, the bulk of the loot in particular must have been dispersed within their peers and vanished into each greed. Because running an organization without compromising the loyalty of a large group of rough people while tightly managing distributions is an unbearable ability for the heads of bandits in line.
Razor Gordo, its arm as a big prize neck was real.
"Alma has it. This is the distribution. I'll split it more because it's my first salary. I'll take care of the rewards from the village and Goldo's neck, okay?
"Ok. Hehe, millions of phil! I can eat all the fried buns!
It was a promise to the village chief to give away all the belongings of the bandits, but that was when the village chief's story was true. If you open the lid, there were three times as many bandits, and the head was Razor Gordo, a famous criminal. As the difference, we'll take the money that Goldo hid. This is a natural right.
By and large, the village chief should have known about this. Before you gave us your request, you would have seen the tragedy of a neighbouring village destroyed by the Goldo Bandits, and the heterogeneity of the bandits who did it must have been understandable to the amateur.
But there was no such information. That porn bald father kept the information he was supposed to convey in order to make him take on the request with a cheap reward.
Unlike the work of the Abyss (Abyss) relationship managed by the State, requests between individuals are a treasure trove of trouble. This time I did it to the end to test the strength of the party, but it was supposed to be a case of discarding the request and returning at a different time than the story.
I expected this to happen to some extent, but I get angry when I'm actually fooled.
"Ha, I just want to get back to my Abyss relationship job..."
"But I made a lot of money. Not a bad bandit hunt."
"As it turns out. But continuing a job like this one lacks stability, and more importantly, it's not fun. I knew I didn't want to kill humans."
"What, wasn't it Norinoli?
"Don't call people homicidal maniacs. It's time for battle, so I was just forcing her to dawn. There's no way you're okay with killing your own people....... ha"
Only the number of sighs says happiness escapes, but it feels like a hundred million to contain it.
At least if one more person, a wall actor (tank), becomes one of us, we can dive into the abyss (Abyss) again...
Well, it's not all bad. We were lucky to have Alma among us, and the bandits' crusade turned out to be quite profitable.
Little by little, little by little, but we are starting to move forward again.
Looking up, a large ship crossed the sky, which was dyeing blue.
"Ooh, airship!
Alma, similarly looking up at the sky, raises a hazy voice.
Aircraft, that's the biggest invention of magical civilization. It is a large, flying ship with special flight engines, made of demons (beasts). It is a substitute used mainly for the royal nobility, for the purpose of transporting people and supplies.
"From that shape and color, it's a clan boat from the third star of the Seven Stars, the Black Goat Supper."
When I shrugged, Alma tilted her neck.
"Raggedy? What are you trying to do?
"What, you don't know the Seven Stars (Regalia)? Seven Stars (Legalia) is, in essence, a clan that the Emperor has recognized as capable."
Clan, the party's top organization. Among them, the clan, which has achieved so much credit that it overwhelms the others, is awarded a medal more immediately than the Emperor.
That's the Seven Stars. The Seven Stars shine brightly in the Empire City.
The medal awarded will not be a decoration, but a mighty authority of grand aristocracy. The possession of airships whose possession is otherwise prohibited than by royal nobility is one of its prerogatives.
"There are seven seats on the Seven Stars (Legalia). Not all of them are homogeneous, with a sequence of four third-star seats, two second-star seats, and one first-star seat from the bottom. The earlier clan boat was owned by the third star, the Black Goat Supper (Goat Dinner). He's headed towards the Imperial City, so I guess he's headed back on an expedition."
"Heh, that's awesome. So that airship is full of strong seekers?
"I'm not just strong. Intelligence, experience, financial strength, courage, whatever you take are the finest Seekers. There's no comparison between the Seekers."
The clan boat at the Black Goat Supper (Goat Dinner) was already smaller at the edge of the evening sky. I reach in that direction unconsciously.
Not yet, so far away. For those with wings that can fly in heaven, I am now but one bug crawling through the earth.
But someday...
No, you're not. What an ambiguous goal one day.
"... a year"
"What?
"In a year, we're gonna get that one."
Ambitions close to recklessness while I am. But in order to be at the top of all Explorers (Seekers), you need to be prepared.
"Blue Beyond becomes seven stars in a year"