23 21 Promise

"Wait a minute. No, Goraa!

One adventurer stood before Fran, who received the price for selling the material and tried to leave the guild.

"Mmm."

"Wait, kid!

Fran ignores the man and tries to get through the side. No way, you didn't think this would stand up so flashy and be completely ignored. The man looks a little rushed, blocking Fran's whereabouts again.

But Fran still doesn't stop.

"Mmm."

"I know you're saying wait! Are you listening to me!

"Grandma."

"Stop, you bastard!

Wow. Until it's clear, temple expansion. I was just a little interested in this mob adventurer.

"Fran. Let's talk for a second."

"Hmm? Okay."

"It's okay if you get it."

As far as I can see, you're a mob character. Design priority, thorny iron shoulders that are likely to sting you. Never want to smell, dark leather armor. A battle axe with a missing blade on its back. A tough bald head that only looks like a bandit's cosplay. No, you were worth reincarnating into a fantasy world. I can't believe I met such a King of Mobs character.

If I had a scratch on my cheek, it would have been perfect. Too bad!

Moreover, even the four companions who have come out of all of them have a similar look. It's the Mob Character Festival, Washoy!

"Hey!"

"What is it"

Mob replies to you, who speaks up, and Nell replies in a frightened manner.

"Don't be a dickhead!

"Huh?

"That's right! When we sold Twinhead Bear, it didn't even add up to 2,000 gold!

Having heard the words, Mr. Nell takes a deep sigh of relief.

"Oh, I remember. Um, on top of all the body scratches, you brought in a dirty twin-head bear with one crushed neck without even dismantling it, right?

"What is that way of saying it! Same twin-head bear, I suppose!

"It's not the same. All the materials you brought were the lowest rated."

"Oh? Rating?

"Damn, this is why you don't like the brain muscles of mercenary collapse. You're a good fighter for a beginner. So I'll put it on. I don't even know what an adventurer is like. I wish I were dead."

Whoa. Mr. Nell, I'm whispering, but I hear you. As far as possible, let's not defy Mr Nell.

"You've surrounded the Twin-Head Bear with a few men, and it's a rare stab, isn't it?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I wondered what the threat F was because I advised beginners that it was difficult, but it was an easy win. All the other adventurers are falling back."

Uh. I already know. I guess you're making a lot of sense that it's difficult. Whether it's hard to knock them down or clean, that's the difference. And these mobs, if you knock them down properly and hold them, and that makes them gold, I guess they think short-circuited.

I'm not talking about skill cheats, but don't dismantle and lick them! It's hard to peel clean, polish with every material! And it's pretty heavy labor. Even Fran is struggling inside to dismantle it. Bring it in without even dismantling it, and you'll be hated.

"Okay? First of all, it's fur, but if it's all worn out, it can't be used for ornaments or anything. At best, it would be to the extent that it would be a material for lower level protective equipment. The head is machined for peeling, etc., but it lacks one too, and those who remain are scratched. The nails are missing, too, and they are worth the least. Viscerals that were supposed to be drugs were also damaged and useless. It must have been time before they brought it in after they knocked it down, and the meat was damaged and couldn't be consumed. I mean, it was mostly garbage. Bring in the rough waste, there's no way it's gonna be money, is there? Oh, and we didn't dismantle it, so we dismantled it here, right? That demolition fee and disposal charges, such as for rotting guts, should have been deducted from the assessed amount. Sure, it was 1600 gold in total? Rather, it was too expensive."

To Mr. Shitty Nell, the men have no mouth to pinch at all. It's just, shudderingly, I was listening to Mr. Nell's machine gun talk.

If you ask me, I will. It just didn't seem like these guys were convinced. No, he didn't seem to understand. Well, from what I understand, I wouldn't be the type to back off.

"Let the mess go! I know you're willing to skip the proper thing and roll it in smoke, but it doesn't work that way! Give me what I wanted to buy from us for an unreasonably cheap price, now!

"Yes, they do!

It was funny at first, but this is terrible. It's a typical raw type, where your logic is absolute and you don't lend your ears to others' arguments. Until you hear your opinions, you'll make a scene.

It's getting annoying.

"It's not unjust"

"Unfair! It's unfairly decided!

"Ha. Why don't you brush your hunting skills before you complain about this one? Unlike mercenaries, who just have to fight their enemies, adventurers are a lot harder. From what I've seen, you can't seem to be adventurous."

"Huh? Adventurers, I don't even have the courage to go out on the battlefield. I know you're a bunch of losers! There's no way we can do that!

I guess we're not the only ones annoyed by these guys. The sights of the adventurers in the vicinity are also quite daunting. There were also remarks about ridiculing adventurers.

Besides, there's no way a beautiful receptionist like Nell isn't popular. You're so edgy and tangled up with Mr. Nell, it's natural that anger from the adventurer should be directed.

These guys, aren't they dead? In the first place, out of status, it doesn't extend to the other adventurers in the lobby.

Name: Damun Age: 27

Race: Beast Man/Red Dog Race

Occupation: Warrior

Condition: High

Status Level: 15

HP: 78 MP: 40 Arms: 37 Health: 36 Agility: 33 Intelligence: 20 Magic: 19 Dexterity: 18

Skills

Carriage: Lv1, Swordsmanship: Lv1, Theft: Lv2, Intimidation: Lv1, Toxicity: Lv1, Axe: Lv3

Title

Battlefield Defeated

Equipment

Coarse Iron Battle Axe, Coarse Iron Breastplate, Torn Deer Leather Armor, Force Bracelet (False)

You're a miscellaneous fish. The strongest one, here it is. I can take him down in five seconds.

When I was worried about what to do, the Mobs' spearheads turned this way. When Mr. Nell couldn't do anything about it, he must have foolishly guessed.

"Mostly, though it would be strange for a kid like this to bring in so much Warcraft material!

"So?"

"We've got it by fraudulent means. It's up to us!

"So, so? I don't suppose you have anything to do with the fact that this girl has obtained material by fraudulent means?

"... there is! I do! He's the one who took the money we were supposed to get!

Wow. It no longer makes sense. What kind of thought circuit would that be? Kichi Oui is here!

"She has just the strength to get these materials. At least you have the strength to clean the Twin-Head Bear and gently dismantle it."

"Ha! Can you believe it! You're a black cat, aren't you?

"Mmm."

"The Black Cat Clan is particularly famous among beastmen for its miscellaneous fish. It would be impossible for a little girl of such a mischievous species to take care of a warcraft! There's got to be something behind it!

"Yes, they do."

"Fucking kid. Pay the compensation this time and I'll miss it. Give me the money I just received."

"Hehe. Guilds don't stick their necks in a fight between adventurers, do they? We're not gonna get help in here, are we?

"Become..."

Not so much, Mr. Nell solidified. That's right. The guild does not pinch its mouth for the troubles of adventurers. That doesn't mean I'm gonna miss anything. I'd ignore it if it was some Isakoza, except for the crime. Of course.

If you call these guys brain muscles, they're bad for brain muscles. It wasn't on the level of idiot. Isn't it stuck in your head, slime or something?

"Hey, what's with the eye?"

……

Fran looks up at the man. Usually a faceless franc. But in its eyes, there was a clear anger.

"The Black Cat Clan of Miscellaneous Fish defies me, the Red Dog Clan?

"Yes, they do. Cunt, don't get on with it!

"You shameful clan of beasts! With all the money, I forgive you?

To the worst shame habit, don't tell me all you want to say. If it weren't for Fran, who's angrier than me, you'd have gone all the way.

Butch

I could definitely hear the sound of an impatient bag hanging up.

Fran's goal is to inherit his parents' will and raise the status of the Black Cat Clan. I guess I couldn't stand these rumblings.

"Shut up."

"What?"

"One, one, shut up. You dog dude."

I said it! I said it, Mr. Fran! Well done! I'll give you something to eat later.

"You! I'll kill you!

I'm tired of hearing temple conversations.

"Miscellaneous fish can't do it"

"Are you talking about me as a mutton fish?

"Miscellaneous fishes - they're probably black cats!

"If you disappear in five seconds, you miss it. Or go around a thousand times and say one thing. You wanker."

"This! After all I've done, I'm gonna sell you out to the slave traders! No more forgiveness!

Blackmail, assault of young girls, human trafficking. These guys, you're done. Soon the gendarmerie will fly in and tie these guys up. Already, some adventurers left the guild.

Well, before we do, we'll finish it.

"Your mouth stinks, don't talk"

"You kid!

You put your hand on the weapon, didn't you? Yes, self-defense established!

"Kill him!"

I can't. Anyway, I can't move anymore.

"Ah? Yes, ah, ah, ah! My foot! Hi-ha-ha!"

A man's body loses support and is overthrown. Both of those legs were knee-to-knee.

Fran hasn't even pulled out his sword. I used an LV6 sword technique called Aura Blade. It's a move to roll out a blade made of magic for just a moment. It's less powerful, but it can be invisible depending on how the magic is applied. It can also be combined with vibrating teeth like this one, so it's a great move for surprise attacks and assassinations.

I can't believe we've already used this far! Fran, horrible daughter!

The man is a build-up of blood that has spilled out of his feet, and there are both mozomozos, like potato worms.

"Ahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"

Creepy! That's so disgusting.

"This ga...... but oh?

"Hih... hey!

Two more, Fran's unleashed vibrating bullet broke their legs and rolled them to the ground. More vibration bullets on the face. The power is suppressed, but the nose is crushed and the front teeth are completely lost. My eyes may have passed away, too.

I guess the two remaining people haven't swallowed things up. For once, you know something bad is happening, staring at Fran with an escape hip. However, the insult that Fran is a little girl still doesn't seem to have disappeared. I hadn't gotten away with it.

"The slowness of that judgment is what kills you."

I don't want Fran to kill me because it's a hassle after all.

Fran kicks a ton of floor. In the next moment, it's right in front of the men. And he punches me in the face with a sword that sweeps through and returns me while I'm wrapped in front of him.

Gun! Gun!

It's a blow. No, I'm tapping you with the belly of a sword, is that a belly punch? Well, both legs and face are crushed fracture courses. Maybe low-level magic or potion won't cure you completely.

To the last one, he turned around and slapped Aura Kick, a fistfight kick. With vibration impulse. Looks like he was trying to pull his weapon out, but you're too late. My knees will crumble and my muscles will be rattled internally. Slap an elbow with a vibration impulse on your face, and it's over.

Scene. Any whining of the adventurers disappeared and only the deafening screams for the men's help echoed within the guild.

"Hey?"

"Ha, ha!

"Can I go?

"Ah...... yes. Thank you for your use. We look forward to seeing you again."

Oh, Mr. Nell, you have a good smile. Must have been scuffy. He's sneaking his thumbs up and saying goodjob to me.

"Well, you'll be handed over to the soldiers like this."

"Oh, get that fucking kid too! Suddenly he attacked me!

"Huh? Sleep and say what you say. These scumbags. Whatever she thinks, it's not self-defense. Hey?"

"Ooh. That's right, that's right!

"Totally self-defense."

Yay. If Mr. Nell and the adventurers testify, you'll be relieved.

"Hey! Come on! I need you to recover!

"Before I do, I'll get you the money to clean the dirty floors. Blood is hard to shed, isn't it? Right, I'll lose big and keep it at 10000 gold for you. If you pay for it, you can recover."

I didn't make it clear you'd recover! Mr. Nell, I'm sorry. We left our guild behind, listening to Mr. Nell's ghost remarks.

Still, you took a lot of time. The sun is already starting to tilt.

"Do you want to find an inn for now? Come to town. You don't want to go to Nojuku, do you?

"Mmm."