Return Duke Frausch - Chapter 140



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Episode 140. Magic Trainee Rezel (2)

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The taste of beer disappeared.

This time, I wanted to live as quietly as possible.

But as soon as I entered the human world, something happened.

“Elderly people are hungry. So, quietly pick up your plate and go to the corner over there. If it’s difficult, I’ll move it myself. “Kkkkkk.”

“Resulon, you have to ask politely. If your baby gets startled and vomits while eating, the table becomes dirty. Hehehe.”

Coo!

A man named Rechelon slashed his huge bastard sword into the stone floor as if threatening.

As expected, the sword stuck in the ground.

Life and anticipation contained in a dangerous day.

It’s not a momentum that one or two people have been exposed to.

But today I picked the wrong opponent.

Ignoring them without looking at them, I dip the sausage with my fork and put it in my mouth… … .

Wow!

At that moment, a small knife cut the smoked sausage and flew off, becoming embedded in the wooden wall.

I knew it, but I didn’t avoid it.

There is no direct living.

They also know that it gets annoying to run into people in the city.

“Sweetheart, are you crazy? Don’t you know the Red Wolves? “Get up quickly and get out of here, you bastard!!!”

“Resulon’s personality is dirty. Disappear before you see blood. “Kkkkkkk.”

The guy who threw the knife shows his yellow teeth and laughs, pretending to think.

All of them have ugly faces with thick earthworm scars that look like medals.

They really seem like dirty mercenaries.

Living without discipline is also a breeze.

In addition, his eyes were cloudy.

Pathetic bastards.

“go away.”

A short word.

“… … .”

The silence that spreads across the space for a moment.

“Off, off?”

“Puhahahahahahahahaha.”

Rechelon was embarrassed and his colleagues burst into laughter.

“Is this guy crazy!!!”

Buuuung.

The man named Rechelon swung his fist.

The fist is so big that if an ordinary person gets hit, it would be serious injury.

Moreover, the studs embedded in the gloves are at the glove level.

Wow!

A quick and light blow.

Slurp thump!

Rechelon was hit by my fist and fell backwards while maintaining the stance he was in.

A crushed nose and blow to the face are basic.

“… … .”

“Re, resullon!”

“you… what!”

Sigh.

I got up from my seat.

He cast an indifferent glance beneath his robe.

“Dude! bastard!!!”

The rather nimble guy who had thrown the knife rushed at me with his dagger drawn.

The assassin is aiming for the neck!

Cheok!

I picked up the fork with which I had dipped the smoked sausage.

and.

Sigh!

I stuck it in the nimble guy’s eye.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Quadang, quadadadadadang.

The guy rolling around on the restaurant floor, pressing his palm against his burst, bleeding eyeball.

Let’s go!

The remaining mercenaries simultaneously drew their weapons.

Greatsword, spear, morning star.

Varies.

The three walked forward and carefully surrounded me.

“Our mercenary group is easy, right? They criticize me for being a bit trickier. “You lost today!”

“Tsk!”

Those guys who grab their weapons after spitting and rubbing their hands.

“Patience ends here. “I hope you don’t complain even if you die.”

I have no intention of moving on.

The consistent attitude of tribes that use their strength as a weapon to bully the weak.

If you want to take my life, you must pay the price.

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk… … .”

“I’m dying!!!”

The three guys joined forces.

Inside a fairly large restaurant.

The scattered guests took refuge in the unexpected battle.

Love it.

Easy profit!

A rather neat joint.

They are like colleagues who have been working together for a long time.

That’s how strategic their attacks are.

It’s just that I chose the wrong opponent.

I pulled out the bastard sword that was stuck on the floor.

Whirring.

I swung lightly once.

“!!!”

“big… … .”

The three mercenaries stopped in the same stance as they had been rushing forward with great vigor.

and.

Sssssssssssssssssssssd.

Blood gushing out from the neck and body where the bastard sword grazed.

Quadang.

“Aaaaaah!”

“Say, it’s murder!”

“A person died!!!”

The guests, shocked by the scene of slaughter, ran outside.

Wow.

At that time, my robe could not overcome my strong movement and came off.

Hair flowing and flowing.

“Reaper!”

“It’s the silver-haired Shinigami!!!”

A few people who were still in the restaurant watching from the corner shouted that I was the silver-haired reaper and pointed at me.

The two mercenaries whose lives depend on them are unconscious.

An empty restaurant with no eyes other than that.

On one side, the owner and the waiter looked at me blankly.

Sigh.

He took out three gold coins from his pocket.

“It’s the cost of food and repairs.”

“Oh, no… It’s okay… … .”

A gold coin was placed on the table in front of the trembling owner.

There was plenty of money.

When I left the elf village, the elf elder gave me plenty of gold coins to use when trading with humans.

Sigh.

I put my robe back on.

Ride, ride, ride!

“Full speed!!!”

“Arrest the disturbance!”

All over the place.

The urgent footsteps of soldiers can be heard.

Sigh.

He quickly hid himself in the dark.

And then we climbed over the wall and left the village, just like when we first came.

***

“stop!!! Anyone approaching, please identify yourself!”

The road to the royal castle.

I left the castle and ran down the main road.

The day dawned while we were moving for a while.

I found a group of merchants on the road just about to leave.

Traveling alone was fine, but I wanted to get information about the mercenary kingdom.

As he made his presence known and approached, a Southern mercenary guard blocked him.

“I am a wizard in training who is taking the mercenary exam. “The road is dangerous, so I would like to ask you to accompany me.”

First, I revealed my identity.

“light!”

Faaah!

Basic magic was performed.

“Oh, wizard?”

A mercenary who confirms he is a wizard.

The cautious look in his eyes was evident.

Wizard mercenaries were rare and valuable.

“This is Luceraine, the person in charge at the top.”

Just then, a middle-aged merchant approached.

“Wizards are always welcome.”

The top lord of Lucerraine welcomes you without even asking your name.

I welcomed him with a big smile.

“thank you.”

My head did not bow.

Wizards maintained an attitude befitting the fact that they were inherently arrogant.

Saying thank you was enough to say hello.

“I’ll make room for you.”

I was given a seat on the top wagon.

“It will be comfortable if you lay down a blanket.”

Lukeline laid out a thick blanket on the seat.

The treatment of wizards is extreme.

Since I didn’t have anything else to say, I got into the carriage.

And I looked around.

There are approximately 100 escort mercenaries.

About 40 merchants and coachmen.

There are about 20 wagons at the top.

It is the top of a not small scale.

The problem is that everyone in the upper class clearly looks tired, as if they have had a hard time.

There was green blood here and there on the leather armor he was wearing.

As rumored, it seems like monsters are appearing and running rampant along the way.

The armor worn by mercenaries has a flying eagle pattern drawn on it.

They all seem to be mercenaries belonging to the same mercenary group.

Also, when you see them risking their lives to move around like this during Kapros’ season, it seems like they are handling very important items.

Among the mercenaries, there are quite a few spirit users.

Although it is slight, mana is also detected.

This means that there are magicians of the 5th circle mixed among them.

At this scale, it is equivalent to the power of most rural fiefdoms.

There are quite a few noble families that do not have wizards.

“depart!”

As we settled in, the carriage began to move.

Since it is a wagon seat, there is quite a bit of shaking.

The carriage was also treated with magic, making it light and strong.

I ended up accompanying him on a quiet uphill journey.

The mercenaries, relieved of their tension, even dozed off on the moving horses.

I also closed my eyes and started practicing mana.

I hid my presence to a level that the wizard at the top could not notice.

The circle difference was large so it was not easy to notice.

“Move quickly, quickly! “Let’s form a good defensive formation!”

A sturdy mercenary in his forties who appeared to be the leader of the mercenaries shouted with great spirit.

Dinner time arrived quickly.

While the mercenaries settled in, the coachman and porters prepared dinner.

At that time, Lucerlain brought in someone who looked skinny and nervous.

“Say hello. “This is Hederon, the 5th circle wizard.”

Lucerain introduces the wizard with his hands clasped together politely.

This is an attitude of utmost respect for wizards.

A wizard named Hederon was introduced.

He looks at me intently.

A gaze as if looking at a very insignificant object.

this!

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