695 693 Demitris

One day the martial arts tournament is approaching in a few days.

We were coming to the Adventurer Alliance. The aim is not to meet Diaz this time. It's not even a corbelt with a strangely tired face, standing beside the couch.

Our purpose was to be one thin old man sitting on the couch in front of us.

"Well done."

Instead of saying you've done well, you haven't even got a smile shard on that face. Just a sharp glance, watching Jizz Fran.

The appearance is that of a skinny old man who is a little afraid of his face.

I guess it's the original eye. Just narrowed down, it looks like you're staring at this one.

Her hair is white due to her age, but very rich. The hair that seems to be about Bob if it is removed is wrapped up in the back of the head so that it is short. He built up a splendid moustache and jawbeard and looked like a immortal.

Well, signs of emission are so noisy that I can't imagine immortals or anything like that.

I don't know exactly because I'm sitting there, but I think he's just over 170cm tall.

Its skin, which has lost water and even deeper wrinkles because of its age, also looks like the epidermis of a cracked tree.

However, I found that there was a firm muscle underneath that skin. Thin, soft, athlete muscled. I guess I'm still working out.

He wore a loose robe like a black embroidered landing on a purple field, but even from above he could see the clarity and toughness of his flesh.

Corbelt opens his mouth a little further forward.

"Master -"

"I'm not a teacher anymore"

"... Dear Demitris, Miss Hilt. She's Fran. She beat me."

"Hmm. Right."

"Hmm."

Yes, it is. The old man in front of us now was the rank s adventurer, the immovable Demitris.

Just looking at the current exchange, I can understand that it can't be a glimmer.

And one more. Here's another sharply faced woman, opposite Corbelt, across the sofa. Next to Demitris' left, he stood like an escort.

Corberto called me a lady, but what kind of relationship is it? This one would be pretty strong, too. Corbelt. Staring at Fran with a worthy eye.

Well, Demitris is my priority now.

Fran bows her head lightly.

"I'm Fran the Rank B Adventurer,. Best regards,"

Rarely did Fran say a firm greeting. Sometimes it may be that the other person is the person involved in the request, but I guess I just figured out its strength by being relative.

In that tone, respect was felt.

In response to such a franc, the old man nods back to Eagle Deep.

"I'm Demitris, the Rank S Adventurer."

Sitting deep on the couch and putting your arms together, at first glance, seems to be full of gaps. But even if Fran did attack, he would eat a painful counterattack.

I just felt like I could tell that was clear.

Nothing, I'm not skipping intimidation or killing, but I can understand strength from standing and behaving.

I guess I dare. By showing his own strength to a clearly understandable extent if he was a man of strength, he seemed to be avoiding extra strife.

If you're weak enough not to feel this, there's no problem because you can instantly kill dozens of people.

And even if you still had someone to attack, that shouldn't be a problem. If you sum up what you've heard, Demitris is a war freak. I would be happy to deal with them.

I asked Colbert a lot and wondered what kind of bigoted grandfather he was, but it's somewhat better than I imagined. I assumed you'd be attacked by an encounter.

In the first place, I didn't expect you to see me this easily.

However, it is Hilt who is staring at Demitris for some reason, who was less aggressive than he thought.

No, you're staring or somewhere grumpy...... Anyway, it's not a peaceful atmosphere.

Fran's gaze is also pointed at Hilt from Demitris at some point.

"I'm Hiltoria. Rank A Adventurer at Demitris Stream Normal"

I thought you'd be strong, but rank A! Then I guess that means he's one of Demitris's direct disciples. It means that Colbert is also a man who broke through the trials he was undergoing.

"And make it Grandpa Demitris' direct grandson, my rightful successor. Greetings."

Hilt said away with a face that he didn't think was a "hello" at all.

She is a long beauty with dark green hair wrapped around her side pony. The same purple tone of clothing as Demitris, but this one was a small martial arts outfit with a neat, crisp cloth that revealed the body line.

Above, a short tube top type with sleeves. I can see the heso round. Those pants are about between the spats and the shorts down there. The only thing that looks like a knee-high sock is the protective gear intended to protect your foot.

They are all thin cloth protective equipment at first glance, but are in fact high-end protective equipment of Warcraft material. It was thought that the small size was due to the emphasis placed on ease of movement.

You're obviously a fighter. Even if I don't appraise it, I can tell it's clear. It doesn't mean I saw the center of gravity or anything.

A knuckle duster in your hand emits a gleaming, sword-watering light. I know it was originally silver, but it is now discolored red and black. After years of using it, I guess the blood stopped falling off. That's all I'm saying is that I use this knuckle duster mainly.

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Fran and Hilt hit each other in the gaze. Apparently, the atmosphere was unlikely to end soothingly.