Extra 9 The Teleported Djinn and His Followers – (3)

Extra 9 The Teleported Djinn and His Followers – (3)

Extra 9 The Teleported Djinn and His Followers – Part 3

Editor: Tseirp

Six men and women arrived at the entrance of the city of Tantoga.

Each riding on camels and accompanied by spare camels.

“Ooh, quite an impressive city, isn’t it?”

Djinn Garwin complimented the city.

The area surrounding Tantoga was no longer desert but had turned into grassland.

“This is the capital of the desert kingdom of Julban, Tantoga.”

The human man explained.

His expression was not so much polite as it was timid, almost fearful.

“Hey, Bosun, let’s eat first. Lead us to a good restaurant.”

“Yes, sir, Garwin-sama.”

Djinn Garwin ordered, and the man replied, nodding repeatedly.

Bosun was one of the ruffians from the Devil’s Guild, but now he was guiding Garwin’s group.

Along the way, he had come to understand that Garwin and the others were not ordinary humans but something far more terrifying.

“Garwin-sama, we don’t really need to eat...”

“Shut up, Oranj! I want to eat good food. Of course, it’s not a problem if you don’t want to, but since we’re in town, I might as well.”

Garwin shouted angrily at Oranj, as usual.

The other three followers remained silent.

Vim Lowe was naturally quiet.

Juke’s voice could only be heard by Garwin.

And Isolde preferred to leave the role of being scolded to Oranj.

That was Oranj’s role.

After finishing their meal, the six of them left the restaurant.Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

“Well, that was certainly delicious. Bosun, I commend you.”

“Haha. Thank you very much.”

Bosun, the only human among them, bowed so deeply that his head almost touched the ground.

However...

“Huh? By the way, Bosun, did you pay at the restaurant?”

“Uh? N-No...”

“Why didn’t you pay?”

“This is... a shop that pays tribute to the Devil’s Guild, so eating and drinking are free...”

At Garwin’s question, Bosun answered somewhat proudly.

“That’s not good.”

“Eh...”

Denied by Garwin, Bosun’s face turned pale.

“People should pay when they eat at someone else’s shop. That’s only natural. Go pay up immediately.”

“Yes sir!”

Bosun immediately ran off to the cashier at the shop.

Watching this with a puzzled expression.

Oranj decided to ask Garwin.

“Garwin-sama, it’s quite unusual for you to ask him to pay, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about, Oranj? It’s only natural for people to pay when they eat at someone else’s shop.”

Garwin replied to Oranj with a puzzled expression.

And he continued.

“Even if the Devil’s Guild held a high position in collecting tribute. Rather, precisely because they hold such a high position.... Juke, what do you think?”

“...”

“Exactly, isn’t it? Even the young duke that Juke possessed... he held a very high position among humans, but he still paid for his meals when dining in town, didn’t he? Naturally.”

“...”

“Indeed, the higher one’s position, the more they must set an example for the people. Absolutely right. So, I really don’t understand what Oranj is on about.”

With that, Garwin shook his head slightly.

Beside him, Juke, who appeared as a young boy, also shook his head slightly.

“Am I the strange one?”

Oranj muttered, grimacing.

He continued speaking.

“But Garwin-sama, you’ve never paid humans for anything before.”

“Hmm? Of course not. What’s your point?”

“Eh? Wait, didn’t you just ask him to pay...?”

“I’m a Djinn and you all are my followers. We are superior beings compared to humans. Why should we pay humans anything?”

By now, Garwin was looking at Oranj as if he were a pitiable fool.

“A-Am I wrong?”

“I heard the President or whatever is the strongest in this city.”

“Yeah, I’m strong.”

President Bazaar answered confidently to Garwin’s question.

“That’s right. Those who do bad things need to be strong. But, no matter how I look at you, you...”

Garwin laughed mockingly and continued.

“You look weak.”

“You fucker!”

As soon as he spoke, Bazaar drew his sword and quickly closed in on Garwin’s space.

Garwin dodged the sharp horizontal slash by leaning back.

Diagonal slash, thrust, continuous thrusts, upward cut, downward strike...

But all of them missed.

Unarmed and without even a sword, Garwin avoided every strike, not blocking, not even grazing... he dodged them all.

“This fucker...”

“Is fucker the only thing that comes out of your mouth? Oh, that’s right, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Garwin. I’m a Djinn.”

“A Djinn? Nonsense!”

Garwin was honest about his identity, but Bazaar refused to accept it.

The sword fight... or rather, Bazaar’s one-sided sword swinging continued for a while.

However...

“Huff, huff, huff...”

Bazaar was breathing heavily.

It was understandable.

Every full-force sword strike was dodged.

Not only could he not inflict damage, but Garwin didn’t even take a hit....

More than his physical stamina, his mental strength was being eroded.

“You...what are you...?”

“I told you before, didn’t I? I’m the Djinn Garwin.”

Garwin answered Bazaar’s question again, properly this time.

“I’m quite kind, aren’t I?”

Garwin basked in his own sense of kindness.

“Is Garwin-sama really kind?”

Oranj’s question was completely ignored by Isolde.

“Hey, Bazaar or whatever, you’re running out of stamina, aren’t you? Come at me with your best technique for the last move. I’ll take it without dodging.”

“You fucker...”

“I even told you my name, but fucker is all you can say it seems...”

Garwin shook his head slightly.

Such sarcasm no longer reached Bazaar’s ears.

Bazaar’s face was filled with determination.

His ultimate strike.

If it hit, the fight would be decided.

Then he had no choice but to unleash it!

He readied his sword.

And then he struck.

“Sword Art: Five Claw Rapid Thrust.”

It was an ultra-fast series of five thrusts.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang.

All five were deflected.

“Impossible!”

Bazaar shouted.

If it were dodged, that would be one thing, but for his supposedly unstoppable five thrusts to be deflected!?

“Weak.”

With that word, Garwin’s fist slammed into Bazaar’s abdomen.

“Guh...”

Bazaar collapsed.

“Do you know? When bad guys lose, they become the slaves of the ones who beat them.”

A sinister smile spread across Garwin’s face.

“You’re my slave now.”

Saying this, Garwin laughed heartily.

Thus, the Devil’s Guild of the desert kingdom of Julban came under Garwin’s control.

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