Chapter 252

When I first heard the story, I just thought of ending it with an appropriate skill exercise.

A living person is more useful than a dead person in order to impress on me that if I try to do anything wrong, I will lose unconditionally. It goes without saying that in a world where rumors do not spread easily, leaving at least one more survivor is beneficial to my long-cherished wish.

However, the moment he saw Dantel’s face, the plan turned to blank in an instant.

“Congratulations Dantel. You will go down in the memory of others as the first instance of ignoring my warning and the first victim to pay for it.”

It is a level that can be used as a teaching aid because it is Jicmel of Gaegwacheonseon and Dangtel who gave up his life. Upon hearing my words, Dantel suddenly frowned and shouted in a fit of fuss.

“J-Don’t fuck! It’s Eldmia! Eldmia has appeared!”

I already shouted, but Dangtel ran into the building whose entrance was smashed with curses before he had time to think about why he was announcing it again.

It’s really amazing, I don’t feel any impatience. If he had run away to another place, I would have tried to catch him, but seeing him choose isolation on his own feet, it puts me at ease. Thanks to this, I was able to leisurely give Laika some simple instructions.

“Leica. If there are guys running around the building, neutralize them.”

[Yeah!]

I took my eyes off the running guy and looked at the building. The two-story building, which is located far away from the main street and not from the main street, has a design similar to an inn that doubles as a bar. To the point where I wondered if the inn where Gaendal and his party were staying would be similar to the building in front of us if we reduced the windows by more than half and replaced the swing door with an ordinary one.

I set up a grandiose inn, but as I moved with the impression that it might have been ruined because of the poor location, people poured out of the building past the guide who was still lying and whimpering among the fragments of the broken door.

However, all of them are not in good condition. A drunk guy, a drunk guy, a guy who didn’t come out with a weapon. Only after 10 or so people came out, I could see a couple of guys looking at me quietly looking at me with a somewhat normal look. Even though I felt that it was so obvious and pitiful, I let out a sigh of relief at the fact that I was still in trouble with these guys.

It seems that just dealing with it will degenerate rather than develop. I’ll have to sort it out quickly and take a look at the information the Holy Light Cross gave me as a reward.

Unlike those who couldn’t come to their senses while complaining inwardly, one guy who looked a little sane came forward and shouted out loud, but what came out of his snout was politics.

“Suddenly, what is this? Eldmia!”

why is that political? I just shouted after confirming that there were more people snooping around because of the commotion. To be honest, I thought they would come in without a hitch, but it’s a little fresh to try to cast such absurd politics.

“Kill that bastard!”

“You fucking bastard!”

Swearing tried to come out of my mouth, but I held it in really hard. Because my political quality started from now.

In this insignificant fight, if Eldmia swears and hits you, you will live, and if you shut up and hit her, you will be beaten to death. If you build a relationship between Mr. Widra and the priest and stay quiet for a while, rumors will overlap with the things you have done so far and inflate moderately, and then the fights against me by those who are low in level will disappear.

“Me, those assholes can carry a knife and carry that one!”

“Get a little more excited, you assholes!”

Fortunately, there was little regret because the onlookers were doing the provocation I had to do. If I had pulled out a sword like they did, I think at least one of them would have gone to call the guards.

It’s a matter of course, but there were people dying from those fists and kicks, so it’s true that the current situation is serious. They just get excited, not even thinking that those who can’t get up, spread out on the floor, are dead.

I pulled out my sword, presented an attack with the intent to kill one by one to the attacking guys, cleared the entrance, and entered the building only after confirming that none of them got up. It was a decision made because it was more advantageous to be in a narrow place if they were going to continue fighting anyway, and if they recalled the scene when Dangtel ran away, it was clear that they would not easily come out even if all the guys here died.

What I faced in the building I entered was the adventurers who hurriedly descended the stairs leading to the second floor after equipping not only weapons but also armor. Looking at the equipment, it was expected that they would have the ability to be called a little bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of It was all the same.

Since the number is only about seven, there is no element to struggle at all.

“You said you knocked them all down already?”

It’s a little regretful that Dangtel isn’t the guy who’s so boring and spits out obvious sentiments, but there’s nothing special about it. I took off my coat and used the half-broken door as a hanger to notify.

“If you fight with your bare hands, your life will be saved. If you bring a dangtel and offer it, I’ll let you go unscathed.”

That alone distorts the faces of the guys who were full of embarrassment. Since they gathered because their pride was scarred from the start, it was obvious that they would not listen to me. This is just a paving stone to prevent false testimony later that I killed them recklessly.

“But those who pull out their swords and attack will die. Choose yourself.”

Before I could finish my words, all of them drew their weapons. And without anyone saying it first, I spurred down the stairs and jumped down.

Feeling grateful for that, I blew a short whistle.