Wolf Barrel 5.56

On the hill.

A rift about 3 m high formed on the slope. At that entrance, a long twat hangs, so that it is not known that there is a rift in the distance.

I lurked in a cavernous place and observed myself with binoculars, crushing heavily.

"That's Lucca Francoise..."

"What do you say, Bruno, do you think you can do it?

Celios beside me asks.

I kept my mouth shut for a while and spoke frankly.

"A wizard like you can deal with it."

That wizard is a typical wide-ranging attack (surface control) type that lets you auxiliary magical orientation with a wand. Seeing where you can produce two 'Fire Bombs' of that size at the same time, I guess there's a magic value there. But the controls are too crude. No matter how powerful they are, no matter how far away the shooting is useless in a state that does not put up barriers and is free from interference.

Besides, the guy who lets magic 'overflow' in a situation where his allies are right beside him is fifth class. Like the Hiyocco Swordsman who consolidates his side, it does not constitute any obstacle.

But......

"Again, the problem is Lucca and the swordsman in the lead carriage."

"What's the problem with that swordsman?

Celios asks back in surprise.

"It has a shield with a 'defensive barrier mechanism' on the handles. Probably seeing some sort of 'magic treatment' on the sword as well. More importantly, that used armor. You don't have to wave your sword to find it a skill. It's a lot of bows, but it's quite a bone."

Um, and Celios roars.

"A skilled swordsman in Lucca? Looks like it's true after all."

"Hehe, that's right"

A third man, who had remained silent until now, opened his mouth to the words of Cerios.

Behind us, this man with a fragrant laugh.

This guy is a 'itachi' who disguises himself as a flush bounce and steals information about well-known adventurers and merchants and sells it to criminals. Why is this guy here - when the little food finally bottomed up, disguised as ordinary people, and was out sourcing with Celios, this guy sniffed me.

Itachi got the wrong business partner.

When I tried to kill him, Itachi said, "There's a story," desperately begging for his life.

Of course I didn't believe it, but somehow Celios ate into this story.

I thought it would be a fabrication anyway, but apparently it wasn't a lie.

I'm under the hill, a bunch of those carriages.

At first glance, it's a wagon with no weirdness whatsoever. But that's a disguise and says the shipment has expensive treasures. That alone is incredible, but the fact that that Françoise daughter is joining the convoy makes the story true.

Black armor, blonde hair, and a red lotus skirt are trademarks of the Françoise family. It's Reaper's mark that if you see this on the battlefield, you can't go home. Everyone fears, repels this combination, never imitates, etc.

"Well, then, here I am."

That's good. Leave it, a man tries to escape.

There's no way you're going home knowing this far. I turn to the front of the man and block the escape route.

And I didn't even give him time to move, stabbing the knife from the lower jaw to the top all at once. The long blade breaks through the oral cavity and reaches the brain behind it. Twisting his grip, the man's eyes turned to the left and right separately. The man died in an instant and fell to the ground to collapse.

Hide the body inconspicuously, and ask Cerios.

"What are you going to do now?

"I have an idea. I'll talk to you later. Let's go."

"Ha."

Keep your head down and follow behind Cerios.

I was circling my thoughts as I dropped my eyes at my feet.

I don't know what this guy's thinking right now. Why do we need to sell oil here when we have to flee the country as soon as possible?

(No way... this guy...)

In my chest, I had the worst imagination.

I straddled the horse that I had taken while wishing it wouldn't go wrong.

There's only one thing I haven't told Cerios.

It's about that scourge.

In response to the goblin I planted, that scourge was preparing something like a bowgun. The signs were unusual at that time. It was as if the skin on his back had torn vertically, and from inside, he felt the horror of a black beast peeking into his face, his hair standing behind him. I didn't know, my hand with binoculars was sweating.

But the signs were also misty the next moment.

Again on the objective lens was just a kid who was amazed by the magic.

Was that an illusion?

Or.