10 In my life to be free, I had a weird gumball.

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A blood gust blows. My sword spinning in curvature, the mercenaries couldn't resist, sprayed a fountain of blood and collapsed. Suddenly, I was as terrified of mercenaries as the Master Swordsman. All they could do was reach their spears and their swords, and they were busy retreating.

“Don't come! Come and I'll kill her. ”

A mercenary nearby threatened me with a sword to a woman's throat. A woman named Benny, who barely made it out of the net, shrieks and raises a sword at Benny and the mercenary's chest with a lifelong glance.

A frightened mercenary who abandons Benny and dodges his body. Immediately, I fled into a strange black trajectory and cut off one of the legs of the fleeing mercenary.

Shura approaches, raising Benny in contemplation.

“M, master · · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

I made a cheeky face.

“That's just the way it is. The man who takes hostages to survive, if he thinks he's going to die, he's going to run away at the time he hurts the hostage. Hmph.”

“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“You're free anyway. Fight. I have a lot of hands. ”

Shra picks up the sword. I cut off the hostage's arms from the ground and then shot Benny half-naked.

“I won't let you move, so you kill me. If you can't kill me, come back and I'll kill you. If the kid you're trying to save is a pussy, I'm pissed. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Don't go through your pockets. You can search his pockets. ”

Benny grins his head with a lifelike look.

An arrow flies from behind you with a eerie feeling. I quickly turned and caught the arrows in the air and shouted at the mercenaries gathered on the throne.

“What the fuck! ”

No mercenary stepped forward to the cry of my youth. A bizarrely twisted face, I threw a sword through the nearest mercenary archer's forehead. Then I threw all the weapons off the floor and killed all the mercenaries with bows.

“Aww · · · · · · · · · · ·. Water · · · · · · ·. ”

I killed the son of a bitch who said that. That's my Survival Sword Chapter 2: It's called Chimbogi. The man in My 2: 1 is generally so cruel that it is hard to recognize his form from his pubic hair to his lower body.

“Where's Jess? Let's see what you got! ”

I summoned Jess without hesitation. If I miss Jess, my first objective against Jess Mercenaries will be meaningless. Jess' head was needed to complete the path of suffering that was to come.

But Jess didn't come out, and only a middle-aged mercenary came out trembling and pointing somewhere. It was the other half of the body with the trousers off and the postmortem convulsions. The first mercenary I ever killed.

“Is that Jess? ”

“Yes.”

“That prick. You're the first to die. Shit.”

I slaughtered a middle-aged mercenary with a dagger. Now that Jess is dead, you can run with peace of mind. I immediately plunged into a group of mercenaries and began the "amphibious slaughter," a single live sword.

The deserted mercenaries were busy fleeing like a herd of sheep under attack by angry lions. It is war to be a coward who is less than a child when the mercenaries who are well versed in battle lose morale.

It was too weak. Even the seven-year-old I had seen in my previous life was better than this. She swung her broom toward the magic to save the blind parents who were crying and left behind her back. So you're a warrior. But these aren't mercenaries running from me. No matter how strong, no matter how well-armed you are, if you lose your will and run away, you are only a foster child.

Yes. Right now, I'm just slaughtering civilians, not mercenaries.

“Trespassing our village is unforgivable! ”

Shra, who rescued the vigilantes in crisis, marches with them through the gates, pushing the mercenaries away. Looks like the mercenaries who pillaged the town were trying to block the entrance so they wouldn't run away. But strategically, it was not a good choice. Rats in distress bite cats.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Does he have an idea or not? Shouldn't we open up a hole and push through it? And what is that swordsmanship? Idiot wouldn't fight like that. ’

Concerned, I didn't exactly restrain Shura's behavior. I don't want to miss one, either. How much is that? Will you just let me go? Each and every one of these mercenaries was a valuable asset to be returned to my entertainment expenses.

“Gosh, what the hell happened? ”

The mercenaries who had raided the battlefield were alerted and gathered one by one. However, they dared not enter the battlefield, but were deliberately optimistic. It was the bodies of my colleagues piled up like mountains in front of the town entrance.

They were busy stepping back with the valuables they had brought out and the village women.

But there was nowhere to run. Since Aim is a three-way cliff, the only place to escape is through a wooden entrance, guarded by Shra and the vigilantes, and I, the Master Swordsman, too.

I shouted.

“Hey! I know there's still 100 of us left in town. I'm not strong enough. Come this way! Hey."

The mercenaries panic. I received the town completely, and I entered the loot with confidence, but it looks like this because it's noisy. It was like they were having some kind of nightmare.

But there were brave men among them. A few people rush at me, and all over Aura Blade, their bodies turn into chunks of quadruplet meat and fall off their larynx.

The mercenaries came running as well. Hannah gripped the sword, but I felt a strange twist. The mercenaries were moving past the woodwork, avoiding the entrance.

“Hey! There's no escaping! You have no pride! ”

I chased and slaughtered the mercenaries who crossed the barracks. However, there was nothing that could be done about 100 people with one hand. In the end, most of them fled beyond the woodwork.

I was feverish and tried to chase him, but I couldn't. The villagers started to gather on Juju Island.

I yelled at the villager at the end of the sword.

“Stay away from me! This is all mine! I'll kill anyone who goes through that body bag! ”

As I rush through the body bag, a crowd of about seventy-seven approaches. They were wearing armor, but they weren't armed, so they were the ones left unarmed.

“Who are you people? ”

“There · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Mercenaries or vigilantes? ”

“Mercenary teeth · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

My sword danced in the air as they feared the end of their words. Shura reached out and held out, but by then it was too late. Their necks had already fallen to the ground.

I looked at Fat Shura.

“Why? He's a mercenary. ”

“Ma'am, I'm a village mercenary. ”

“Village mercenary? ”

“A mercenary hired by my village. ”

I rolled my eyes. They weren't supposed to be killed anyway, as Shura said.

I take a quick look around, join the choir, and then raise the prayer door for a moment.

“Ah, true warriors who fought bandits for their lives to protect the village. You were truly brave and great mercenaries. God bless you on your last journey. ”

By now, everyone will understand roughly. The mercenaries who just died died fought bravely with the Jess bandits and mercenaries. It was a warrior worthy of the whole continent.

Later, I collected money and armor from the villagers and mercenaries. At first, I tried to go it alone, but I was running out of hands to search for over 100 corpses.

So I didn't eat alone. I only took the money, the armor and the valuables. I gave the rest of the mercenaries to the villagers for their hard work. It was truly a beautiful and fair sharing.

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It's nearly nightfall, but Aime is busy. He's struggling with the disposal of the body.

Over 100 rounds at the entrance of the village can be thrown down a cliff behind the fence and let the magical and wild animals deal with it, but not 30 wounded soldiers' bodies were found in the mercenary ward outside the village paddy fields. They were the ones that were swept away before I arrived in Aim. They were pretty far from the village, so it wasn't easy to get rid of them.

Eventually, the villagers had to struggle with disposing of the bodies, and the corpses were significantly delayed.

“One, two, three, raccoon · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I've been sitting in the alleyways of the townhouse counting my earnings today. The money on the floor totaled 233 leafs of gold and a few other remnants. Besides, Jess' pockets were in her arms. It is a small bag of magical items, but I thought that if I sold it, I would receive at least 30 additional gold leafs.

Put together, it was quite a profitable income. You can't earn this much by catching magic, but it comes from mercenaries. I'm worried about robbing the mercenaries professionally.

Unfortunately, something happened. I found a weapons store and a forge in town to sell armor, valuables, and clothing from the corpse. The mercenaries who looted the town said they didn't have anything to pay for. Ah, those guys who missed the last one were real. Too bad.

But I decided to hand over the goods and pick up Jess' head later, so that was it.

< In my life to be free, strange chewing gum sticks. > End

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