Carl Kansi was one of those people who have few regrets when it cos to reflecting on their lives.
He lived faithfully to his own desires. He worked hard to beco strong, studied to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, traveled the world to see more, and did not forget to pursue worldly pleasures in his spare ti.
Thanks to that, I belonged to the axis where the story never ends, and I was proud of that fact, but… Recently, that pride has begun to crack a little.
“Anyway, those are common thieves.”
“Fuck it’s common? Is that it?”
The cause was a bad-mouthed guest who recently accompanied them.
He cursed often, but he was not a low-quality adventurer or a rcenary. On the contrary, when it’s not a big deal or in all other actions, it’s more like a strange formality.
It’s not even a personal breakdown. It’s to the point where he stops walking while watching another guild he stumbled upon getting beaten up by bandits even though he was spending money on his way right away. Contrasted with the fact that the twin desire always springs out at such tis, it can be seen that it is close to resenting the morally flawed situation.
The problem is that the guest is engulfed in anger without even trying because he faces such a situation every day, whether it is fate that strangely attracts accidents.
“Is it common to use monsters to rob the rchant ranks? Really?”
“Uh… It’s a thod used by those who specialize in thievery in the Demons’ Territory…”
“It’s a very rich harvest.”
It can be said that there is no room for excuses because the path was decided by Carl Kansi, but Carl Kansi was injustice due to the era of Carl Kansi.
He lived as a professional guide enough to be called a ‘pioneer’ before staying for a long ti, satisfied with the thick pockets of money offered by Quansala.
Even though there were so nasty racists who tried to play a language ga by putting their strength into ‘dog’, that title is not given to just anyone. It was an honor that was awarded because it safely guided guests to their destination under any circumstances, and was able to fit in as much as possible to the desired schedule.
He was like that, so I was sure. No matter how much you choose the fast route as requested by the custor, the rate of getting involved in the incident is too high. Even the things that are intertwined like that are all thick.
At first, I thought it would simply be the demon spirit that is so confused…
“This dog… you bastards!!”
…After attracting the attention of the thieves and monsters who attacked the peddlers by shouting, it was clear that the cause was in a completely different direction as I looked at the custor who was spurring on to draw a weapon.
“It doesn’t matter if you shout out.”
Looking at the back of the head of the custor who rushed at him while swearing and showing subtle consideration, Carl Kansi burst out laughing.
After traveling together for a week, Carl Kansey realized that there was no need to run after the custor or panic, so he slowly rode his horse while watching dozens of thieves and dozens of goblins rushing at the custor.
As explained to the guest, goblins and orcs, etc., are scattered throughout the Demonic Territory, who train them and use them for stealing. Of course, they are strong enough to do that, so dealing with thieves in the Asmodian Territory is bound to take a considerable risk.
If you et guys who work as rcenaries during the peak season and beco bandits only during the off-season, so of the upper ranks will say that giving up a wagon for tolls is less costly. It’s crazy to run at people who are so blinded by a sense of justice that they don’t even care.
“What?! What is that bastard?!”
“Kill the fuck! Where is the human bastard!”
Maybe it was because of the prevailing perception, but the thieves who skillfully attacked the peddlers were quite taken aback by the sudden appearance of a custor. However, as soon as he realized that the custor rushing in with his black hair and cape flying was a human race, he spat out curse words and whipped the goblin and went into battle.
It’s not like they can see Aurors. However, if you are an Auror user, you know that you will jump on your own feet when it is ti to ride a horse. In the eyes of the thieves, the custor must look like a madman with a sense of justice.
First of all, it wasn’t that the judgnt was very wrong. In fact, the guest didn’t use an aura when he had eyes to see after coming over to the Demonic Spirit.
He was relentless when dealing with monsters, but in a situation where even one survivor was left, he thoroughly fought with his own body. I told them to pretend they couldn’t use it, but I couldn’t imagine that they would follow so faithfully, so I was even grateful to them.
Since the peddlers are still alive, the custors will fight without an aura. So, it is true that the Aurors do not intervene in the fight.
“Damn it, you bastards!”
The problem is that even without that, that human guest is filthy strong.
The demons who trampled the goblins and swung their spears to avoid the rush of the approaching horse and to drop the guests were definitely not a skill they had done once or twice. If it had gone in properly, it would have definitely hit the ribs diagonally, starting from the trapezius muscle, knocking it out.
However, the guest not only avoided the spear that was being swung diagonally by drastically laying his upper body back, but also swung his sword from the bottom up in that position and blew off the neck of the demon holding the spear. The spear cut through the air, and was caught in the guest’s right hand before it could even cut through.
“You have nothing to do, so you stick together with monsters and attack people! Epaga-sama will shed bloody tears, you fuckers!”
As the upper body returns to its original position as if bouncing, the money spear quickly escapes from the custor’s grip and flies at the thief. A thief, who was unable to react because his mouth was wide open at the scene of the workshop being digested with ridiculous feats, was hit by a spear and died.
There is no aura in all of its movents. It is only a physical ability.
“Ergency! Fuck rain…!”
“Your heads are flying high!”
I knew it was unusual, but I didn’t know that even the basic skills would be solid, so it was a battle of new custors every ti I saw it. It also played a role in teasing the snout non-stop.
It seems that his eyes are blinded by anger just by looking at his words, but his swordsmanship and actions are extrely sharp.
As soon as they feel that they are about to be surrounded, they jump off their horses, pounce on the enemy, break through the encirclent, and as they kill the enemy, take whatever dagger or weapon they are using and use it to contain the next enemy. It’s such a natural movent that it’s like flowing water that makes wonder where in the world he figured it all out.
With that alone, half of the thieves who looked to be fourteen died. It’s been a long ti since the goblins, who were trained like beasts, watched closely after three or four died in a collision with a horse, and ran away without looking back as soon as the bandits died unilaterally.
Wouldn’t the war have ended much more unilaterally if all humans had been able to fight just that much without Aura?
“이 개새끼가!”
As the comrades die in an instant, a demon with a lost eye twists and rushes at it. Due to the protruding blood vessels and unusually fast speed, it was not difficult to infer that it was temporary body reinforcent through magic, but Carl Kansi was still relaxed.
When the thieves I encountered yesterday did that, I was quite taken aback, worrying about the safety of my custors, but not today.
“Wah! Whoa! Arrrrr!”
…I was a little flustered. in a different way.
But either way, the guest quickly closes the distance and destroys the thief’s attack by taking two steps forward, stabbing the thief’s heart with precision.
“Knock!”
Without a mont to spare, the thief’s clumsy leather breastplate could not withstand the sharp stab and was pierced along with the owner. It was a distance asurent that was close to art, but the custor who stole the sword from the thief who was throwing out his last death with his eyes wide open was extrely disgusted.
“Even if an idiot who doesn’t even have basics moves quickly, it’s there.”
And as if it was not a big deal, he threw the thief’s sword like a javelin and cut the lifeline of the thief who was running away with his back exposed. At this point, the thieves also lost their will to fight, understanding the differences in skill and experience beyond simply the difference in species.
“Buy, save…”
“Isn’t it polite to put down your weapon and pray?”
As soon as the guest opened fire with his head tilted crookedly, the weapons held in the hands of the five thieves tumbled to the floor without anyone saying first. Then, after staring blankly at the dropped weapon, the guest moved his still slanted gaze back to the thieves and opened his mouth.
“You’re not going to save even if you’re polite?”
This ti, not only the thieves but also the peddlers were shocked.
“You, you devilish bastard!”
The thieves, who were dumbfounded at the mont of too confident a word, belatedly ca to their senses and tried to grab their weapons again, but in the anti, two of them had already died. It was no different for the other three, who were in a hurry to grab their weapons and couldn’t even hold their posture properly.
“Guest. What if we are going to hurry up and get involved like this every ti?”
“I can’t help it because my personality isn’t rotten enough to leave things like this open. I’ll add them together and calculate.”
“It’s okay. It’s right in front of you anyway.”
In the end, it took longer to thank the peddlers than it took to fight. Looking at the custors who received only a few thanks and left the peddlers and corpses behind without any regrets, Carl Kansi spoke of a question he had been feeling steadily for the past few days.
“Doesn’t the custor hate the demons?”
It’s not just the demons. From the first eting, he showed no hesitation in dealing with other races. It was Carl Kansi’s judgnt that even the checkpoint would have passed quickly because he was able to act calmly like a human who had lived in the Demonic Territory.
In terms of accent, he is a native of Etis L, so how could such a thing be possible?
“uh.”
It was a question that was asked after a week of hard work with such a question, but the answer that ca back was so simple that Carl Kansi couldn’t help but laugh.
By tomorrow, Rengi would arrive at Epaga Sierra and his employnt would be over, but every day for this human custor was new and exciting.
In the end, out of curiosity that had been aroused for the first ti in a while, Carl Kansi began to ponder whether there was any way to maintain this delightful employnt relationship a little longer.
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