Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 149
The birds were chirping, the flowers were not blooming... It was fall, with winter just around the corner, but today was a particularly warm and clear day, so there was no inconvenience in moving around. In fact, it feels like good weather for a picnic..
Nevertheless, after putting aside the brief commotion, we remained silent and continued our march with tension, as if walking on thin ice..
It was not to pay particular attention to or be considerate of the victims, but rather to guard against attacks that did not work..
The 'impossible attack' referred to here refers to the trouble caused by thieves or other crazy thieves who rush at us with the intention of attacking us and robbing us of something, even though we can see at a glance that there really is nothing there..
"It seemed like something was following me a little while ago.."
Asilier pricked her ears and responded to the sign of popularity she had felt just a moment ago. She didn't hide her presence extremely well, so in fact, everyone except the villagers noticed her, but she had clear reasons for not caring about anyone..
"I guess I'll just go and see. If you have an idea, there's no reason to go through all the trouble and mess with us who have nothing.."
Ethisel is still a country that prohibits slavery in name and name. I've been involved with slave traders a lot recently. If you live a normal life, it's true that you see a lot of people like illegal slave traders in EthisL at least once in your life. This means that it is not an easy environment to buy and sell slaves illegally. There is a good reason why slave traders secretly kidnap people by making connections with bandits..
To put it conversely, even if thieves who are not included in the connection come into contact with people and sell them, they will be turned away because they are not guaranteed. In severe cases, they kill or capture all the bandits and hand them over to the city along with the people they captured, saying, 'We are this good. We only deal with legal slaves.' It is only used as material for the same reputation work..
That would be a much more lucrative business than selling people who were not carefully selected and thus of little value as slaves and then being caught..
In the end, even if ordinary thieves attack us and succeed in attacking us and taking something, the only income we get is a small amount of daily necessities, some belongings of six people who appear to be adventurers, and women and children. At least on the surface..
In a situation like this, why would you show up to rob us? That is truly the stone head of the world...
"lol. You adventurers, where do you go with all the women like that??"
"Fuck you stone-headed bastards."
"What, what?"
"Fuck you stone-headed bastards."
The expression on the face of the stone-headed man of the world was clearly crumpled as he appeared from the forest path, leading more than twenty thieves..
"No, I'm the one who wants to crumple my expression, but why are you crumpling??"
I felt like they were pretending to be popular, but my mercy, which I had tried to ignore by thinking that I was just looking for prey, was kicked with a dirt foot, but even if it sucks, I should be a dick, right? I was already so dissatisfied that I wanted to pull out my sword right away, but the big stone head in front of me didn't know how fast I was and took out the ax he was wearing at his waist and threatened me..
"Have you ever seen a case like this? I was going to send it off gracefully once I left the elf there...."
"The first rule of engagement that any of you who might survive here must remember and carry with you for the rest of your life.."
"what? What did this guy say earlier?..."
"Don't fall for the pretty platinum-blond-haired elf in front of the bulky black head.."
Without even needing to draw his sword, he rushed forward and smashed the face of the guy holding the axe with a straight hook. reaction? If people like this react, they'll get embarrassed, hit their heads on the ground, and die..
The guy who turned into a corpse with a single punch didn't even look at me, and unlike me, who released his wrists, the faces of the thieves who were smiling triumphantly and vilely behind him started to turn into a look of astonishment..
"The second rule of engagement."
"Fuck, fuck! attack! Gonggyeoeook!"
"Never touch Eldmia Egga."
What kind of existence is an elf slave to these criminals?...?
Even in Asili, I wonder how it was that they ended up being taken as slaves by professional elf hunters and then meeting me. Elves are by no means easy beings..
In a fantasy world spread across a continent where crazy people who drop meteorites on people who are not even 30 years old could easily enslave an elf who has lived for tens or hundreds of years. It's not like I was some kind of hikikomori elf and didn't do anything..
Is it possible that she's really a green elf who hasn't even turned 20? I'd rather go down the street and pick up the magic sword..
However, despite that reality, it is also true that there are many mentally ill people who cannot face reality. This is so ridiculous that it makes you wonder if someone is instigating and instigating these idiots..
But it actually happens. I hope someone can explain this strange phenomenon to me..
"Fuck you!"
Those who are quick to notice have already realized that I am moving alone and are reluctant to even approach, but wherever I go, there are those who are not aware of me. Just by digging into the clumsy swing of the sword and hitting him in the face with a jab, the thief collapsed like a doll with its strings cut. Did they repeat sending them to the underworld like that about 10 times, as they couldn't even link up and were attacking each other individually as if it were a tournament??
Slowly, I was filled with fear and seemed to be planning to run away. I split the chin of a thief with an uppercut and looked around to see that the other thieves had turned around and ran away. Even though the other party members had so much trust in me that they just stood back and watched, the result was like this. It's so vain.
"Huh... Yes, Asilier is an elf... but I really don't know what thieves are up to these days.."
Gaendal, who was stroking his chin and tilting his head as if he had just seen something absurd, looked just as absurd as me..
"I think even goblins are smarter than that. I... I really don't get it.?"
"Rather, the more they casually harm people and are drunk on power, the less you see them. I think it was just about that level.."
Gin calmly explained to Catherine, who looked extremely embarrassed, and one of the thieves unwrapped the canteen he was wearing and handed it to me..
"Let me wash.."
"It's okay...no. thank you long."
"hmm."
There wasn't that much blood flowing from the dead, either with their faces crushed, their skulls literally split open or their necks broken on impact. But my gauntlets made that way never looked good..
"It was a wise decision to take him down with my fist. Dying might be the same, but it would be less irritating to them.."
"I wonder if it would have been rather provocative to beat someone to death with bare hands.."
"That's the story of when he was brutally beaten to death.."
"is that so?"
"Most of the time. When the right amount of reality and unreality are mixed, it evokes admiration and envy rather than fear.."
To be honest, I used my fists because they were so insignificant that it was even bothersome to draw a sword, but after listening to Gin's words, I realized that it wasn't a bad choice. After wiping away the blood and flesh from the gauntlet, I looked back and saw that the villagers seemed relieved..
"By the way, it's near the capital, but it's not rampaged by unmanaged mercenaries or thieves. Is it always like this??"
"Because war destroys a country. On the contrary, I think it's great that it's barely this much. Even though there is no war, there are many countries where the situation is worse.."
As Gin looked at the residents who were preparing to move according to Gaendal's instructions again, his eyes were so deep that it was hard to tell what was going on. Having lived for quite a long time, he must have seen many of the serious scenes he described..
Anyway, this was another fight, so we changed our order, and this time, Catherine, who was behind, came to the front, and Asili and I went to the rear, and only after that, our march continued again..
Meanwhile, Asilier, who was tilting and thinking about something next to me, cautiously opened her mouth..
"For some reason, it doesn't seem like LD is causing trouble wherever it goes....?"
"Due to my circumstances, I don't tend to go looking for cases, but I guess it's still not enough to say that I'm driving around.?"
"The mercenary group I was targeting was in the process of plundering, and I think it is a very rare case to be attacked by bandits in the process of dealing with the mercenary group and transporting the people I saved.."
It was a very credible claim, but in fact, if it were to be considered rare, it was already a rare end to my life, so I wasn't very impressed. So I calmly answered Asilier..
"I think this is a level that can be done just for the sake of it.."
"...It's so calm and detached in a strange place, L.D.."
It's a bit weird to be happy just because an accident happened like a domino when you were reincarnated in the first place. Even if I can't help it, it's my instinct to get angry when I see idiots beyond imagination..
But I couldn't say that I was reincarnated, so I just shrugged my shoulders..
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