Out of the uniforms that stood blocking the gate, only one man, who was in armor, entered.
The sunbathing hair is red as it burns, adding a layer of black skin like sandalwood to it.
I wouldn't even be in my thirties.
He has a chest and shoulder armor covering him to the neck, and a designer sword pattern peeks at his hips.
The silver edge of the plate down its neck had told him that the man was a B-rank adventurer.
With his shooting gaze pointed at Tor, the man has asked in a low voice.
"Is this the man?
The inquiry doesn't seem to be directed at Thor or the men in the uniform behind him.
After a little silence, it was the senile gatekeeper who nodded faintly.
The man who gets the answer, opens his mouth again.
"There was an accusation that you were guiding a banned new adventurer. Let them follow you."
The man, who told him unilaterally, walked out with his heel back.
At the same time, men in black uniforms surround Tor and Sola so they can't escape.
"Huh? What is this? What do you say, Tor?"
"It's okay, it'll all be over soon."
When Tor scratched under his chin, who scorned the anxious Sola, he took the men in his uniform and began to cross the square.
And at the outer gate after the noise leaves, the two men begin to argue.
"No way, you got a tick at the guys in Security, Rican!
"You're Mr. Rican, Carlus. You were ranked better in your active life, but in this job, I'm a senior. Show proper respect."
"Do you respect a guy who sells his people? Don't make me laugh."
The old gatekeeper, who had only a flickering face for a moment, raised his voice to strike out.
"He was violating! What's wrong with a gatekeeper reporting that?"
"Why, it's just the old man. If that's the case, there's plenty more."
"... you've told him many times to retire!
"Oh, I'm telling you, that old man, he's mean and he'll never retire."
Unlike Lycan, who was only in active service and was an E-rank, Carlus was also a superior in the C-Rank, even though he was forced to retire due to injuries.
If it is, it is a position where you do not have to be a gatekeeper or anything that hits a tertiary job.
He was on this job purely to earn points.
If I could get a little more promotion, I could have my own men. In that case, he said he wouldn't get lost in the streets if his old man retired.
Carlus was also one of Tor's guided adventurers.
"... please, will you shut the fuck up about me talking to Security?"
"I'm asking why, Lycan. Why bother with the old man -"
"He's a mudfish! Someone who should be down there than us. That's all we're talking about."
For reasons suddenly revealed by his colleagues, Carlus opened his eyes as if he had been slapped with a hammer.
The young gatekeeper, often speechless, slowly pulls his left hand out of his nostrils.
There was no part there that should have been.
Before Carlus' left wrist, he had been eaten up by a torn wind wilderness rock lizard three years ago.
"Old man, unlike me, you've been working hard on your active duty. Am I interrupting that with shitty jealousy? Whatever you think, you're at the bottom."
Lycan, whose left hand he had lost his tip, dyed his face red and turned a blind eye.
Carlus shifts his gaze across the square, leaking a breath of disappointment at the attitude of his poor colleague.
Then I leaked my worried voice.
"Hold on, what are you thinking about purposefully pulling out a true silver russell to that extent? The guys from the security department.... but I guess I'd rather have a party with such a pretty girl or an old man in a bit of a pain, yeah"
Behind the Adventurers Bureau is a place surrounded by fences and beautifully tidied.
It's a training ground for guards and adventurers.
Traditionally, martial and magic moves cannot be activated unless they are monster opponents.
But then, all of a sudden, I put my freshly remembered skills into action.
Built to eliminate it is the Hypocrite Grounds of Demon Stone Gear.
This is a mechanism that temporarily thickens the temper, making the soul recognize those who are inside as being similar to monsters.
The Tors were brought to a corner of the training ground where their demonic stone tools were placed.
The section, which is soiled about fifteen strides across the horizontal and vertical sides, is also known as the playing field to match in the form of a simulated battle.
The sun had fallen a lot, but thanks to a bright demon stone lamp, there is no difficulty in sight.
Russell, the red-haired adventurer, lowered to his waist. The sword remained intact and took the wooden sword standing on the side fence.
Shake gently to ascertain weight.
Tor opened his mouth motionlessly to the russell indicated by his jaw, asking him to go up to the game field.
"Will you listen to me? This guy and I know each other partying at the behest of our hometown. I'm going to keep it fixed, so I'm not going to guide you."
"I don't care about that. I was just asked to confirm. If it's not a guide, you and I can stand together and prove it."
Russell was nominated for a request to ascertain the strength of a rookie by the name of Sola, who is performing unexpectedly.
And if you can use it, beat Tor and show Sola how weak it is.
Russell had no interest in the veracity of their violation or the whereabouts of the newcomers after they broke up the party.
In the meantime, Thor, who became the contemplating face, breathed out small whether he decided it was an inevitable flow.
"Okay. I don't want to hurt your sword, so can I borrow one, too?
"Whatever you want."
Thor, who approached the fence, had carefully ascertained the weight of the wooden sword and wooden spear for his hand, but he shook his neck sideways if he didn't like it.
And to the wooden sword that Russell had in his hand, he deliberately gave him his gaze.
"That's all bad. Will you let me shake that, too?
"Then use this. I can do anything."
Rather to the bare gesture of the suspicious Tor, Russell hands the wooden sword as he moves his eyebrows pickly.
Though I have a long experience, I can't possibly put the hassle on my grubby fish opponents when they are G-ranked to plant something beforehand.
Against Russell, who picked a new sword in frustration, Thor returned the received wooden sword straight to the fence without even swinging it bare.
"I knew I was gonna shake him."
Russell stepped on one side of the playing field, letting his back teeth cling to that attitude.
The feeling that I was thinking of doing something about it has disappeared.
Being pulled out by such a low request in the first place was itself hurting Russell's willingness to hold it.
Tor, with a wooden sword hanging in one hand on the other side, and Sola, who is choking, line up.
I heard a voice talking to the girl to reassure me, even to Russell's.
"Take a look, Sola."
"Ugh, yeah. I'll see what I can do."
Russell squeezed the sword pattern hard in response to Thor's thoughts, which he seemed to intend to face alone, and Sola's response, which he had no shame about doubting.
I intend to decide at the same time as the start, increasing my fighting spirit at once.
In martial arts, it was a struggle against magic moves that drained and unleashed magic.
The fighting spirit is increased by using the weapon relative to the monster, and when it reaches a certain range, it is expressed as a move.
Skilled in handling weapons also increases the speed at which fighting builds up, allowing martial arts to be unleashed at an early stage.
But in the case of Russell, he was able to muster up a struggle at a speed incomparable to that.
Because it has.
This is the Martial Arts Skills Tree of the Flaming God Rapharit, a trait gained by turning the Medium Branch Skill's < Burning Blade > and < Burning Blade > into a Complete Branch.
"Here we go!
Russell, who shook up his sword with a hanging voice, finally realized that his body was not at all struggling.
Sometimes the anger distracted me too much, but it's a problem before that.
There can never be a skill tree given by the gods that doesn't work.
Sulphur and Thor packed the distance there.
Keep your sword pointing at the ground and step into a light russell's time.
"Shit!"
Once the red-haired adventurer waved down the wooden sword to get distance, not completely understanding what was happening to him.
The sword of Thor, approaching from the lower section in an instant, knocks it up and distracts the orbit.
Russell's sword, which was not under his power, plays heavily and the front of his body opens defenselessly.
Thor's sword, which returned at a tremendous speed, struck out about a gap in the shoulder nail slightly vacated by Russell lifting his arm.
With untraceable sharpness, the sword circles and hits precisely the bottom rib from the top of the chest.
The momentum of the sword did not stop, and the thighs of Russell, who stepped out further, were struck from side to side.
Russell, who was hit hard in three places during one breath, knelt down with groans.
It was an incredible thing.
The body that has withstood the blow of the great spider in the swamp cannot move like a paralysis has run.
Russell, trying to breathe in, had a burning pain running down his flank.
Has the left shoulder come off or is it completely out of strength with the severe pain?
I don't know what my left leg says at all, even though I can barely stand up.
Thor, who crawled the B-rank adventurer to the ground in just one meeting, looked down at Russell without changing his expression.
Scratching under his chin, the middle-aged adventurer squeaks bossly.
"Too fast to do it"
"Hey, what's up?
"Oh, here's the story"
The outstretched toil's sword tip slaps Russell on his shoulder to comfort him with a pound.
The man, who turned his heel back as it was, walked out blind to the loser.
Inside Russell's figure, a fierce flame blows up.
When I realized it, my body was full of struggle.
Anger pushes away the pain and excites its body.
Russell, who regained his sword, shook it big again.
-!
Russell's wooden sword, packed with a breath of distance, was engulfed in a burning flame.
The red blade is swung down in a straight line to the back of the defenseless man.
"-Sola."
A calm, low voice echoed the playing field.
The girl, who had already lifted her wand, nods back loudly.
A whirlpool of flames, so much reversed, drank up Russell's arm, which was holding the sword.
Screaming without a voice, the man lets go of his sword and rolls to the ground.
Hit your right arm on the ground where the flames wind up and try to put it out somehow.
The men in uniform who were surrounding the playing field also rushed into their hands with a bucket of water, noticing the anomaly.
The anger rises and the smell of white smoke and meat burning drifts out.
And in the midst of the fuss, Tor and Sola left the training ground unaccounted for by anyone.