37 Get him in the wheat fields.

"Well, see what you can do."

Is Mr. Rudriard really unwilling or does he seem to have decided to step back and watch the game swallowed up?

I don't know, I think I let go of the right hand I've been gripping because of it.

If you're a squad leader of a patrol soldier, you want me to go out as a policeman when there's a problem in front of you.

But, well, you can't rely on unmotivated people.

Besides, I'll try to solve this on my own.

Fortunately, the confronted pseudo-dragon tribes look tough, but it doesn't seem like a big deal.

I always go along with Mistral.

One Mistral seemed more of a threat to me than a fake dragon tribe of more than twenty unreliable men in front of me.

To my motivation, the fake dragon people are grinning slightly.

You look down on me completely.

But I have no choice.

We put a weapon in our hands to the inflexible men. The opponent is a boy with a weird wooden knife on his right hip.

But I'll tell you what it's gonna be.

I pulled out the wooden knife of the spirit tree with my left hand, and my right hand was raised overhead.

And concentrate, and work out dragon qi.

The force drawn from the dragon vein is instantly smelted in my body and transformed into dragon air, converging in the raised right palm.

The fake dragon people, who can't feel the dragon qi, watched my movements sparingly.

If you're a real dragon tribe, you'd be surprised at my elaborate dragon temper here.

The lack of response is proof that it's fake.

I unleashed my converged dragon qi in front of me with my temper.

……

……

……

And at my feet, a chicken appeared.

Chicken made of dark green cabernet.

Yes, this is my interpersonal special!

That said, he still looked like a chicken and even looked at Mr. Ludriard as well as the Fake Dragon Nation.

The chicken, manifested by my dragon qi, shows a genuine movement and walks away to the fake dragon people.

……

Those of the fake dragon tribe who had not yet been able to swallow the unintelligible situation in front of them simply looked at it with dismay.

The chickens entered the group without any concern for such a pseudo-dragon tribe, and they were misty in the medium term.

Green Xia spreads among the fake dragon people.

"What?"

"... what did you want"

People of the Fake Dragon Nation staring at me with their eyes like they cut me loose.

"Shit, hang out with fools...... Huh!

At the end of the day, one of the fake dragon tribes who gave him a harsh look tried to move, and suddenly he fell.

"Become"

"Guru."

And then one after the other, the fake dragon tribe people fall with a distressed look on their faces.

I made sure the operation was successful. [M]

"Hey, what..."

But a few seem to have endured, fluttering, but trying to rebuild their weapons.

Mm-hmm. Was there a curse?

The moment I thought so, I was already jumping behind a fake dragon tribe that didn't fall.

Beat one down with a wooden knife from a spirit tree in your left hand.

Then he immediately jumped and put a spinning kick in the other and knocked him down.

The rest of us are a little further apart.

While upset by my sudden movements, I set up my weapon with a fluttering body.

But at that moment, I was moving behind both of them again.

He knocked me down with a wooden knife on one of them who had lost sight of me, and the last one knocked me down with one shot in the dovetail the moment he looked back.

I was instantly taking control of the False Dragon people.

But don't be discouraged. I felt dizzy and sat on the spot.

Mr. Ludriard approaches with a round of applause from a short distance, making sure the battle is over.

"Hey, I got something interesting to show you. I didn't know you were the master so far. I couldn't catch any movement in my eyes either."

He comes to me with a grin and looks around at the fake dragon tribes who fell and fell.

"Don't worry about what moves you used. I want you to tell me."

Mr. Rudriard has asked intriguingly, but I can't do that.

You can't teach me my moves. [M] Whatever, it's a dragon chi move.

I had developed a single technique based on the experience of the demon swordsman when he appeared in the ruins and the advice of Mistral and Old Sleighsta.

At that time, even though I had little dragon power, I drew the dragon pulse as soon as I could and used it like hot water.

But that's going to deplete and restore dragon power repeatedly, and you fell asleep debilitated.

Well, what happens if we force the hostiles to wake it up?

That, as you can see, was proven to me by the fake dragon people.

I condensed the dragon's qi and purified it into the shape of a chicken.

Why a chicken, to keep your opponent alert.

It could have been in the form of arrows or spears, but it could have been avoided if it had been in any way.

This move is a little narrow in scope. I have no choice but to avoid leaking it out of range because of my lack of power.

That's why I deliberately made it weird to keep you alert.

And when the chickens entered the group, they were misted.

The foggy chicken turned into its original dragon chi and spread around.

The spreading dragon air is forced to compensate for, and liberate, the pseudo-dragon tribes around.

I've had a rough time developing this part, but you've done well.

My Dragon Qi forced me to create a state of replenishment and depletion, and the False Dragon Nation faded and fell.

However, some people with spells could not fall because they could resist debilitation.

But it's woven.

I jumped into the blind spot of someone who didn't fall.

I can't help but think Mr. Rudriard missed the move. I've been traveling for a while.

Spatial leap. Well, why can it be used by me, not even by the ear clan? I don't know that either.

I used to play with Priscia a couple of times because of her interest, and she bounced with me on a spatial leap.

At first I struggled with tremendous dizziness and nausea, but I stopped feeling used to it.

And one time, for some reason, I was able to use it, too.

The moment I thought I could jump, I was making a spatial jump.

Old Sleighsta and Mistral were surprised by this. And it was unclear why it was used on me. [M]

Learning to jump in space made me feel confident in my escape.

Even when you were surrounded by patrol soldiers, you were confident you were going to escape because of this.

But it's not all good.

A single hit, an interpersonal forced debilitation technique uses a lot of dragon air. Because it's powerful enough to debilitate them all at once and take them to the point of graduation.

And for some reason, even a spatial leap consumes a lot of dragon air.

Priscia, I'm a dragonfly, whereas the Ear Elders use their spiritual powers to fly. I wonder why.

Whatever it is, I can't use these two much right now.

The dragon power is still small, and if I try to use it now more than ever, it will debilitate me.

The battle now seemed pretty limitless to spare, didn't it?

That's why I couldn't give Mr. Rudriard the details of the move.

If I could have told you something, I probably wouldn't have.

Special moves are a secret, so they're strong.

Mr. Rudriard never pursued me. [M]

"Well, anyway, I'm glad you're okay"

"No, no, I don't want that to be said to anyone who wasn't willing to put their hands on it at all"

"Ha, if you seemed to be in danger, of course I would have come in to help."

"I wonder if it's true"

"Even if it's true. If I hadn't, a horrible woman would have hit me with a blunt weapon from the back."

Tell me, Mr. Rudriard looked back at the trail of the wheat field where he was.

"Ah."

A little further behind where Mr. Rudriard was, there was a mistral with a pitch-black single-handed stick.

Not just Mistral, but Luiseine with a sword and even Priscia.

"How long have you been there?"

I didn't even notice.

To my smile, Mistral gave me a complicated look. And Luiseine has a surprised look. Priscia, I wonder why you're looking at me so brilliantly.

"Damn, don't make me worry too much"

Mistral comes with a one-handed stick back.

"Oh, I'm surprised. Elnea, you were such a great kid."

Luiseine comes with an empty hand to hold Priscia's hand properly.

"Haha, I wonder if they could have seen it"

"Yes, we've seen some of them all the time"

"also firmly where the thin man abandons Ernea"

Mistral stares at Mr. Ludriard.

"Oh, boy. You're a horrible daughter."

Mr. Rudriard did not even look cowardly at Mistral's stare, but narrowed his shoulders to show.

"Well, the guardian showed up, and would I do my job?"

"Eh! I'm not a guardian."

I wonder if I was young enough to be seen. I can't believe it's Inea...

"Ha, it's a joke, a joke"

Ugh, did they tease you?

As I held my face, Mistral came to my side and stroked my head.

"After all, I don't know about that chicken. Why don't you turn it into something more compelling?

"Yeah, I'm glad that's it this time. I could have caught my guard. I hope it's as powerful and fast as Mistral, and the range is different digits."

"I only have training."

"Nda. Brother, it's amazing."

"Oh, well."

Priscia jumping at me and Luiseine staring at it in harmony.

And Mr. Rudriard was kicking one of the fake dragon tribes falling in the near field and forcing him to wake up.

It's barbaric.

Ugh, and when he grabs the chest of a man who regains consciousness as he roars, Mr. Rudriard becomes a horse rider and asks questions.

"Well, let's hear what you guys are up to"

Where has the right atmosphere been? Mr. Ludriard presses for a white confession while suddenly showing sharp signs.

This guy must be really awesome after all. Now that I think about it, it was fake, but I didn't even show upset when more than twenty unreliable men named Dragon Nation showed up, and it didn't look like they cared to see me fight.

I wonder if this means that both me and the fake dragon tribes were acceptable to Mr. Rudriard.

Mistral feels alert to Mr. Ludriard, no where else.

"What are you talking about?"

A man whose eyes are not yet in focus still shows in love.

"No, well. It's good. If you're gonna keep cutting off your wrinkles, you're gonna be tortured."

Say it. Mr. Rudriard pulls a dagger out of his nose and stands on the palm of a man.

"The next time I fall in love, I'll stab you. I guess I'll twist it from there if I pretend I don't know it again. If you seem to be lying, one finger at a time each time."

I thought torture was right here.

Luiseine also reacted as quickly as possible to the word torture like a witch, but with one stare of Mr. Ludriard, he butts in.

So many signs of Mr. Rudriard were impatient.

"Stay."

I wonder if this man felt genuinely motivated by the movements of the witch Luiseine and the signs of Mr. Ludriard.

The man changed his attitude to leopard and tried to pull his hand in haste.

But Mr. Rudriard's got his arm fixed at some point, and I can't move it.

"Hmm, did you honestly feel like saying it? So, who are you guys and what were you up to?"

Mr. Rudriard makes a smile, but his eyes weren't laughing. Yes, I'm so scared.

When I saw Hiraki, Mistral and Luiseine, it was a contrasting reaction.

Mistral looked at the fake dragon tribe who fell around seemingly uninterested, and Luiseine drank solitary spit and watched Mr. Ludriard interact with the man.

You pretend that Mistral doesn't seem to care, and your ears are focused on Mr. Ludriard. Perhaps the fallen are getting up or wary of me.

Louiseine must be willing to go in and stop Mr. Ludriard if he's really about to torture him.

And Priscia was hanging out with Niemia while she hugged me.

Speaking of which, I forgot about Niemia. This kid's been making out on my shoulder the whole time, hasn't he? Without being shaken down by my intense movements.

I wonder if that's the Dragon Clan.

"Oh, we were hired. He said come around in the name of the Dragon Nation."

"Yeah, to who?"

A man with a grin pulled by Mr. Rudriard, his face all the way close to him.

"Hehe, hehe. I wonder if I can live to hear our client."

Just say it.

I don't give a damn. The man showed a momentary build-up to Mr. Rudriard's words in the wind, and said:

"Heh. Our client is the brave Listaire!!