Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

- You're rude.

It was Igshidehaan who first realized who the woman was and raised his voice.

- Good.

But as he looked down at Yobi, the new king freely allowed him and took control with his hands of the martial officers who were about to capture Yobi with spears and swords.

Even though there was a king's suppression in front of a fully armed yobi, it was the new king's overwhelming trust in the martial arts that the martial officers would not disarm the yobi. Even the predecessor, said to be the fool king, could never lose a single battle against the three generals, said to be the apex of the kingdom of Rattana, except for the king, in terms of martial arts.

"But let's be unprecedented, for example, when a lowly bat beast wishes for a worldly myth of hatred,"

Igshidehaan said on his knees.

A system of hatred existed in the kingdom of Rattana, where there were many bird and beast races with a temperament that honored the mighty. Even though it was influenced by the dueling system of the surrounding countries ruled by the Northerners, it has never been abolished until now.

Nevertheless, make it a duel, make it a vendetta, as much as the bloody Hunters, Explorers, Mercenaries and other former adventurers and privileged and former privileged classes did in the North and Ankhwar.

Besides, there was a condition that the revenge publicly tolerated here in the Kingdom of Rattana was kinship with the subject, and that the native class was more than "submissive". In the past it was not so strict to praise the hateful 'people' class and others, but only the slave class was ever forgiven.

And as far as we know, all bat beast races were native slave classes.

- What's your first name?

The new king went looking down at Yobi. There is no appearance of contempt there.

The people were equally the same for the new king. By the kings of history, class consciousness is subtly different, but the new king questioned class consciousness from the time he was a prince, and after receiving Miss Tajima's Kaoru pottery, he came to have that consciousness clearly.

"My name is Kundrup Kurma Suk"

Idiot, Igshidehaan managed to only include the word. I couldn't block the king's conversation. However, to the best of my knowledge, it was not possible that the Bat Beast Race (Tammai) had the name Kundolap, which indicated the class of squire.

All Bat Beast races (Tammai) were supposed to be native slave classes.

"... Hmm, is that another generation?"

"Yes, I'm the daughter of Kundrup Tau Kurma Yook"

The new king laid eyes on the third general, who kneels behind his back.

A magnificent general of the sea, wearing blue blue blue blue blue armor with his armor on his back, stood up and stepped forward.

"I remember Tau's Gushti because he is on a close edge with my Gushti. I do have a squire by the name of Coolma, and I have heard that the Bat Beast race was born in every other generation. However, a long time ago, we heard that the Kurma clan was devastated by monster raids."

The new king nods and sees Yobi.

"Qualified"

"- Please wait. The person should have been sold as a slave. Even though the native class is not a slave, there should be no revenge on those who make slaves their business."

The new king returns his words to the words of Igshidehaan, who raised his face.

"I'm more accustomed to returning to my native class than not having a collar"

"The Northerners who bought this guy were good."

"- You let me go. It will therefore now return to its native name and become Kundrup Kurma Suk. If you have any doubts, please ask Slavery or Connie Curzon, who was there."

Igshidehaan stares at Yobi.

But Yobi did not even try to see, except the new king. That made me unnecessarily angry with Igshidehaan.

"Well, Miss Curzon is here. If that's the case, then there are no lies. That was Miss Tajima's most intoxicating, so sometimes if it's the liberation of slaves, you lie."

Igshidehaan chewed on his back teeth with a giraffe as he lay down on his face and knelt to the new king who nodded to Eagle Deep.

I couldn't say anything more. Whatever the official position of the incumbent, he was only honorable and could not, without just cause, cast his mind on the King's decision.

"And what's the reason for hatred?"

"Yes. My son, Deo, was used as a liberating slave to make him look like a robber and killed him. That's when I suffered half my life's wounds, too, but I survived."

The place squeaks.

Incredible, not that.

That remains the case. It was just not taboo, something that everyone knew.

Surprise around them is directed at Bat Beast Race (Tammai) women who try to get the King to acknowledge their hatred until they block the New King's parade because their son was murdered by his stepfather's house.

It's a woman.

It is a Bat Beast race (Tammai).

Even though that was rare, it seemed the first time in the history of the Kingdom of Rattana that it would be both.

"Do you have proof?

"Yes. I am ashamed that I have been bought as a slave for all my physical convenience. If you bought it, you are a hunter in the north, but buying me made me an unspeakable slander and prevented me from staying in Wang Capital and camping outside Wang Capital. That's when it happened, it was raided. When we repelled the assailants from and interrogated ten assailants who were constantly breathing, we found that they were liberating slaves ordered by the Rwandan family."

"Hmm, what happened to that raider?"

"Yes, there was no room to help as this was the best possible resistance"

"Never about payback, but then it's weak as evidence"

……

To the king's inquiry, Yobi has no choice but to shut up.

But it wasn't at all helpless.

Public vengeance would not be incriminated, but that is why, as the new king said, some evidence was needed.

In fact, last night, I also thought about the dark side of the assassination dispute, but Yobi alone was just turned back, and the truth was visible to be buried in the dark.

Then there is only one way.

It is a duel.

A duel is a trial that is inherently unproven. Basically, they are allowed to belong to a class of more than squire.

"The strong are right.

The winner of the duel is the mighty.

Then you're right '

This was a blend of the Northern dueling system with the spirituality of the bird race and the beast race. In the north,

"God's protection is on the right side.

If I'm right, I shouldn't lose.

So it's better to win. "

In contrast, beast and bird races have long revered the mighty. In a way, the strong are right.

That had merged into a dueling system for the Kingdom of Rattana. The hate system is historically older, but the duel system was also enacted more than three hundred years ago, and although it has become as obsolete as hate, it was not institutionally repealed.

But he may not be dealt with by applying for a duel as just a Bat Beast Race (Tammai) from the start. Or it could have been a duel where no one was, just a sprinkle of life.

More importantly, it's not a duel for Yobi, it's a vendetta. I didn't want them to think it was just a duel.

A duel exists as an institution so that the duel itself is not a sin, but it is almost conclusive between the parties, and no one enters between them.

But public vengeance is what the nation enters into, that is, the new king enters into between, and discusses and permits the circumstances.

So Yobi spoke of the situation in front of the new king as a vendetta, and he was told that he had some knowledge of the legitimacy of the situation, and that no vendetta could be allowed without proof. So he intended to apply to Igshidehaan for a duel.

And Igshidehaan shouldn't be able to say no.

Sometimes if you say no here, you may have admitted the facts in the dark, but most importantly, when Igshidehaan, who aspires to be a martial officer, which can also be synonymous with the strong, escaped the duel of a Bat Beast Race (Tammai) woman, the outside world was bad, and worst of all, the road to martial officers was closed.

There's no way Igshidehaan could have done that.

Why take this way.

It's paradoxical as a system, but Yobi wanted to pinch someone in the public and duel.

I want to take revenge, but I have no proof.

So we'll have a duel.

In an open place, I wanted to show you the process.

Because Yobi fights Igshidehaan and doesn't think he can win.

Though the owner of a fallen, office-holding house looking to rebuild, there's no way I can win because I've always been a Grade 10 Explorer and I've gained equipment and some skill.

So at the very least, jump into the new king's parade and expose the truth by calling it hatred.

That way, even if no vengeance or duel comes true.

At the very least, we can make the Lewan family publicly aware of the crime of killing Daro.

Even if I lose in a duel.

You can still publicly show your sins and maybe reward them with a hatred or a duel.

All I could do was to that extent.

But that was the counter-attack.

That's all I could do to Daro without involving others as much as possible and without taking them away from me. It's just that it was heartbreaking to involve the treasurer.

"Hmm, I can't allow revenge without proof"

"... yes, so"

Yobi stood up in large measure.

"No disrespect."

- I have proof.

Yobi stood up to set up a duel.

The martial officer who tried to stop that yobi.

An unobstructed Igshidehaan with an empty mouth in unexpected circumstances.

And at the end of the new king's gaze, which looked intriguingly at the Lord of the Voice, Navar, who was behind Igshidehaan, was kneeling next to him in a bird-race costume somewhat more plain than his father's.

"Well, evidence."

I shook the story so that the new king would acknowledge the existence of Naver.

"It was a mistake. I'm sorry for imitating it. My name is Naklop Igshidehaan Nokr Lewan Prasart and I am Naklop Nokr Lewan Navar."

"You..."

"- Forgive"

Before Igshidehaan raised his voice in protest, the new king allowed Navar to intervene.

Igshidehaan kept quiet for a long time and did not want to bow his head.

"Thank you Happiness. - My name is Evidence."

Yobi knelt down again as if he had lost his strength, and had to stare at the nabber in dismay.

He swallowed all that, drowned in a bacci, and a nabber tied his hair, shaved his mustache, and was in front of him in a rinsy stand-up where he had no reason to see the shadow of old.

Not a single wing, but the old nabber itself.

"Well, that's better evidence."

"Ha. I was ashamed to lose one wing in a ruin, drowned in booze, indulged in gambling, and even to the place of selling my wife as a slave. But that's when it happened. You told me not to go home today because you would kill your wife and son."

The faces of the Rwandan family become noisy in the words of Navar.

It was only natural because my son flagged my father openly against me.

Other surrounding faces were already quiet with Singh, as if waiting for the end of this series of events.

"Well, then he says he abandoned his wife and son."

"I won't even sit down depending on what you're looking for"

"But why did you name it? You just have to keep your mouth shut."

"For the reconstruction of the Rwandan family"

Igshidehaan looked at the nabber with surprise.

"My father fought the Bat Beast race there (Tammai), and if my father wins, it's sunny and acquitted. Sook doesn't have any relatives either. However, fighting one of the women of the Bat Beast Race (Tammai) is a far better way to win the acquittal."

"But if he testifies, he won't have to take revenge."

"If vengeance is not tolerated, I will not testify even if I die."

The king was strong, intelligent and above all fair and equal.

That is why we were able to put together a beast race and a bird race with many species and reign at its top. Using the king's authority, it was also possible to punish Igshidehaan, but Naver was treading that the king would not punish Igshidehaan without any evidence or testimony.

"Igshidehaan, don't do this."

And the king saw Igshidehaan.

It was a place that could be considered a betrayal of my son, but on second thought, vengeance is certainly the least wounded.

If we don't get revenge here, the king may embark on an investigation, and even if not, the road to the martial officer will be interrupted. More importantly, he is even slandered as a coward who escaped the challenge of a Bat Beast Race (Tammai) woman.

But if you accept revenge and make it pay back on it, at least you will not be publicly guilty. You may not be a martial arts officer right away, but the possibilities are not interrupted.

"Take it. Let's stand."

"Then prepare both sides. I'll do the witness."

Upon the consent of Igshidehaan, and the new king flew away flutterly after saying so, he descended into the Great Wolf Car without sound.

Yobi with black sunglasses, leather armor and iron shoes, star mace and black claw penetrating axe hammer in both hands.

Igshidehaan wears deep red bird racial leather armor and hangs sloppily with two song knives pulled out.

The new king looks at the two and tells them in a quiet, but often passing voice.

"No matter how. Kundrup Kurma Suk, show me what you really mean. Begin."

On the signal of the new king, Yobi popped up.

With all the leading must-wins, he slammed a planetary mace on Igshidehaan.

A roaring noise passed next to Igshidehaan.

Igshidehaan only faintly shifted his body, avoiding a blow from Yobi.

The yobi removed the first blow, but had already released the second black claw penetrating axe hammer into the horizontal hammer.

But it's also a single piece of paper, Igshidehaan.

Yobi didn't even show how he cared about it, and used the momentum of the first and second blows to unleash the heavy blows repeatedly like a solo.

"- To that extent? You don't have to fly."

A curved knife is swung out from the bottom so as to sew the gap between the heavy strikes.

A blow without leather armor, aimed at the side, tore Yobi's life line barrier apart with one blow.

At the same time, the plume sprays up.

"-Come on."

Yobi flew up into the air and dodged the flames, distorting his face.

"The sky doesn't look good on bats."

A gust of wind flirts with yobi in the air.

The wind blowing up, the wind of the horizontal giraffe, the wind blowing down, rubbed by them and the yobi crashed to the ground, unable to do anything.

It was the wind magic of Igshidehaan.

Although we cannot unilaterally crash this far between bird races, Yobi's wind precision affinity was low compared to that of bird races, making it difficult to resist.

Rising yobi while striking your body hard on the ground.

I ran right over.

As taught by the Folder of Reinforced Magic, let the body act finely and with its power beat the planet Mace to Igshidehaan.

"Is this still the extent of the Bat Beast race (Tammai)"

Igshidehaan avoids similar yobi heavy strikes looking boring.

And he tried to swing through the crooked knife to sew through the gap in the heavy strike again.

At that moment, Yobi stopped moving forward and swung through the planet Mace in just a distant amount of time.

Can't you even read the time, Igshidehaan, the moment he thinks so, flies.

A star, a mace, pierced the ground looking like a chained planet.

"Chi -"

Igshidehaan's tongue is wiped out by the sound of a blow wielded by a black claw-permeable axe hammer becoming a morningstar.

Two morningstars swinging at high speed like a storm.

Though suddenly surprised that the weapon's time had changed, Igshidehaan immediately responded and packed the time to split into storms.

And then I followed one of a few gaps and tried to wield a song knife.

That's when the invisible blow that struck the side of Igshidehaan destroyed the magic tool barrier.

Flying in time, Igshidehaan.

The time was literally, I should have cut it out.

But something that was lost in a series of attacks destroyed the magic barrier.

Igshidehaan looks at Yobi.

Yobi continued to wield a pair of morningstars with no weird philosophy whatsoever, approaching Igshidehaan jizzily.

It did not look like Igshidehaan, who was at close range, but some who watched from the outside could see what Yobi had done.

The Dark Fairy came out of Yobi's black claw penetrating axe hammer and became transparent, releasing a blow of horizontal giraffe, but not directly hitting it, once passing through the claw penetrating axe hammer behind Igshidehaan, attacking the visible or invisible position of diagonal rear.

Igshidehaan didn't realize it and took a blow.

Igshidehaan had his face warped by the fact that he had received a blow from each Bat Beast race (Tammai).

I don't know what they did, but that was only humiliating.

"Sounds like the kind of dark vessel or the Bat Beast Race (Tammai). There's no way I'm going to struggle with you in front of Your Majesty."

Igshidehaan uses wind elite magic to beat wild storms to the yobi.

While flirting with the small tornado, Yobi had increased his physical strength to the extreme, continued to wave the Morningstar against the tornado and was approaching Igshidehaan's present.

"I didn't know we could only push forwards. That's it."

Fire elves dance.

A small tornado that was attacking the yobi transformed into a flaming tornado and instantly wrapped the yobi.

Igshidehaan laughed one with his nose and glanced at the flame burning in front of him, turning his back.

It's over.

But no matter how long, the winner will not be told.

I don't think Igshidehaan is, and turns around.

There stood the exhausted Bat Beast Race (Tammai) unharmed. There were muddy things scattered around it.

I guess it blocked the flames themselves with soil and prevented heat with water, but the affinity of the Bat Beast race (Tammai) should have been one more at best with the wind. It couldn't have been soiled, watered, and prevented a flame tornado.

- Show yourself.

Igshidehaan, who was hatefully watching Yobi on his knees on the ground as he collapsed, is hacked by the voice of the new king because he used up his magic powers to deploy a bad life elite magic barrier.

Yes, someone intervened.

"I didn't mean to be hiding, but I missed the time to leave."

Along with such a tossed voice, he was dressed in dark grey leather armor and a northern hunter with a dull silver claw itself appeared from the crowd around him.

The martial officers lay their weapons on the man who suddenly appeared and intruded into hatred, but the new king controls it with his hands.

"Interference with hatred is a felony."

To the words of the new king, the collector knelt.

It's a helper knife.

"Well, with a helper knife. Sure, there's no problem, but who is it?"

"My name is Klund. Speaking of edges, I bought and freed yobi there, no suck, as slaves. Is it debt taking now? Plus, I was attacked by the liberation slaves of the Rwandan family there, so it means something in return."

To the words of the treasurer, the new king nods.

"Come on, I'll allow it. However, by regulation, it is strictly forbidden to carry out any further aids."

To the words of the new king, the place goes down.

The faces of the Rwandan family looked abhorrently at the collector, and the masses, who knew the evil reputation of the collector, revealed their dissatisfaction.

The Northerners who took my wife for money and blackmailed her. Over this period, she didn't even read the air, and she has intervened, he said.

From that moment of his intervention, the Founder took the villain of this occasion for an enemy role to the masses that was shaking between Igshidehaan and Yobi.

- Gwong.

Snow white descends beside the treasurer.

Everyone but the new king was stiff.

I intuitively felt the out-of-standard strength of the warcraft that suddenly appeared because of the beast race.

Even though he intimidated me so that I could feel the snow and white.

But only the new king looked at the snow white with interest.

"Is that warcraft a hunting beast?"

"Yes, but I'm not willing to let you intervene"

That's how the collector asked Snow White for yobi.

Snow White secures a yobi that nods with its tail.

"... why did you come"

A yobi secured by his tail looked at the keeper in agony.

"I haven't had my debt repaid yet. The painting is incomplete. More importantly, she's a rare woman to let die like this."

"Oh, that's it"

Yobi is flabbergasted by the words of the treasurer.

"... I was going to see where my revenge went, but if I stay like this, my revenge will fail. Well, then, I don't feel well. Plus, I'm sorry I had to hit that bird once. Right now, I probably can't hit him without hitting him. And then, if a slave who won't betray me dies on his own, I'll be in trouble. Well, that's the place.... Am I interrupting?"

Yobi couldn't move anymore.

He infused his magic into the Magic Barrier of Life with all his might to endure the earlier Spirit Magic. If the collector hadn't built a shield out of mud to keep the flames out, he'd be dead by now.

I don't know if I was in the way of that, but I don't need a helper knife.

But there's no way I can tell you to fight Igshidehaan as a helper.

That's because, in a way, it's the same thing that makes you die.

The collector is far stronger than Igshidehaan, he can safely watch, because he is not such a strong man.

Good thing Yobi doesn't say anything, he greets Yobi toward Snow White. The collector says so lightly, and goes toward Igshidehaan.

"No, no, no, no, no."

You can't win, I try to say so, but the snowy tail holds up the yobi and walks away soundless across the corner.

Yobi had no choice but to stare away at the back of a keeper.

The collector and Igshidehaan turn to each other.

"You're a Northerner hunter who bought the Bat Beast race (Tammai)."

"Are you Igshidehaan?"

"I don't even know how to be polite, but it's okay. You won't be able to speak at once."

"You don't need to be polite to a feather worm. The featherworms that were flying around outside said the same thing, but if I did it, I'd have to crawl to the ground, right?

It was actually snow and white.

Igshidehaan's cheek reacts tingly.

"... you, one gate."

"You don't know. I was attacked by ten liberated slaves, so I just paid them back."

Igshidehaan, silent, hateful and hostile, stares at me.

The collector was feeling pressured to get his heart grabbed.

Hard to say I'm used to it.

Still, it's better than brave.

With that in mind, I looked to Igshidehaan.

"Get started."

To the words of the new king, Igshidehaan jumped up without words.

It seemed like he was going to kill him unilaterally from above.

Using Thunder Elite magic is easy to drag down on bird races that are originally in the sky, but the affinity of the collector doesn't even allow us to break through Igshidehaan's magic tool barriers.

On top of that, there is no reason to use the magic formations of shadows that are difficult to use in the daylight and dark elf magic in public view. Earthly elf magic does not deliver an attack, and ice elf magic can only work near the shield. I couldn't have used a demon gun openly in the sense that my identity would be known.

There were many ties.

Still, I didn't jump into revenge without a chance with a collector.

I wasn't watching Dada beat Yobi.

The moment Igshidehaan jumped up above, the collector also unfolded the ice ball wall and covered it with more dirt.

At that moment, the wind breaks into the ball walls of the ice soil.

A compressed mass of air will not scrape the soil on the surface, but it will not damage the ice.

And it is soon covered with thick soil, too.

One wind mass after another is beaten, but the ball walls of the ice soil are frightening.

A little Igshidehaan shows frustration.

If we do this by air and land, it will be a lasting battle. Still, I didn't think I'd lose, but a battle against the Bat Beast race (Tammai), given the constant drain of magic caused by flying, might not be dangerous in a protracted battle.

So thought Igshidehaan, and descended into the earth.

And, as I fed Yobi, I unleash a tornado and set fire to it. I can only use wind sperm when I'm flying.

In an instant the ball walls of ice soil are engulfed in flames.

Imagine the ice breaking and the Northerners being exposed to high temperatures, Igshidehaan grinned.

No matter how icy the soil is, if the ice is melted in flames, it is exposed to high temperatures over the soil walls. The tornado left no escape, and we have no choice but to die as it is.

"Huhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, the race that can't do anything if the herd can't do anything it Fuhahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Igshidehaan swallowed before the flames.

Seeing the burning flames, Yobi regretted having involved the treasurer. I wasn't willing to bother anyone. But then I couldn't reach a vengeance. So just one, I got involved.

Snow White was staring at the flames. It was my partner's decision, I didn't mean to interrupt. If my partner was just dead, I'd eat that bird up and decided to ram him.

The masses saw that the race was engulfed in flames and soaked in some sense of superiority. And it's a powerless race. You hypocrites. Die quickly. I threw my words at you as if it were an execution of a great sinner.

The new king stared intriguingly at the flames.

- From the flames, something goes towards Igshidehaan, something big is released.

Igshidehaan left a mockery on his face, but he turned it away only to defy his body.

Even though I could have avoided it because I got the invisible blow of Yobi.

The identity of what struck Igshidehaan was a clear nail.

It was colored with a dark elf or something, and during the attack it was discolored and missed.

"Well, give me a bad lift."

But the clear big claws didn't end there.

The nails gush open, faintly pulled back, and strike Igshidehaan's foot.

"Hmm, it's just a bend. To that extent, barriers can be removed."

A moment, another shock to the thigh.

The physical barrier of the magic fixture that was redeployed when the collector broke in is broken, and something also hurts the life sperm barrier.

"Become -"

Close down disappointingly as your nails hit you directly in the foot without a break in your hair, damaging the life sperm barrier. The attack that broke the barrier and the clear nails were only a slight time difference, with Igshidehaan's void.

Igshidehaan's calf was caught entirely by a clear large nail of 10,000 colored rock crab (Mousi Himp).

When I try to remove the big nail, my leg is pulled by the big nail.

Igshidehaan is about to be drawn to the tornado of flames he has created himself.

I try to pull my leg, but my nails pull stronger.

Igshidehaan has no choice but to unlock the tornado of flames.

When the tornado of flames disappeared, the soil-covered treasurer revealed himself.

The dust and dust are peeling off, and the body is burned by the fire, but it is a minor wound.

"Ki, you, what are you doing?"

The possessor does not intend to answer it, but fleshly persecutes Igshidehaan.

Igshidehaan tries to jump up aggressively, but he couldn't even fly when the collector pulls his big nail.

A giant spider (atrabasik) thread was attached to the claws of the 10,000-coloured rock crab (Mousi Himp), and the collector pulled the thread.

I had Gorvald make this. Initially, I only thought about the use of dark vessels due to the presence or absence of colour, but it was found that it would run when the yarn of the great thorny ground spider (atrabasic) was connected to the nails of the 10,000-coloured rock crab (Mousi Himp) and let the magic flow. This coincidentally wraps the thread of the Great Thorn Spider (Atrabasik) around the pattern of the Three Swords antler (Aromeli), and the magic flushes do not increase the sharpness like the wild Three Swords antler (Aromeli).

It was only a combination of the claws of a 10,000-colored rock crab (Mousi Himp) and the yarn of a great thorny ground spider (Atrabasik) that happened to be made.

A collector hits me silently. I had no intention of dealing with Igshidehaan, who freely manipulates a song knife, with a sword.

Igshidehaan pulls out a song knife after flickering away the fist of the collector and giving up flying.

The collector takes it with a shield and, stepping further in, strikes behind Igshidehaan with a pile of dirt.

But Igshidehaan flips on the spot as he pulls out another knife, and when he chops off the pile of dirt, he spins further, releasing a blow of horizontal giraffe to the collector.

The zodiac manages to take it with the giant gloves and weighs in with the Ice Warrior's round shield as he steps in.

If I hit it, I could see the blow and the cold air, but I wouldn't even have a scratch on the flickering Igshidehaan.

It was like a bullfight and a matador.

Igshidehaan's skill is higher.

The collector had captured with yarn, challenged the super melee, used little magic, and was finally just playing a rink of battle.

"To that extent"

Igshidehaan completely cut off the moves of the collector.

Rough, the blow is heavy, then cleverly mixes magic in.

It won't be hard to handle spiritual magic so cleverly, but that's all.

The underlying body technique was not as good as it was.

"That's it."

It spins faster.

It spins at super low altitudes and increases its speed.

As exposed to a tornado with a mixed blade, the keeper has no choice but to receive a constant slaughter.

Many play with shields, armor and giant gloves, but some tear apart autonomous physical barriers.

And the first barrier is destroyed.

The treasurer was not a hand, nor a leg, but a tortoise.

But I was hoarding 'the blow of all my might'.

And so that the squeezed arrows are unleashed, so is the fist of the treasurer.

Released to match the blow of a song knife. That was a blow ready for discussion.

A blow of the song knife breaks down the life-precision physical barrier and cleaves the shoulder of the collector.

And the blow unleashed by the treasurer swept Igshidehaan's cheek.

After a delay in responding to an unexpected blow of speed, Igshidehaan unleashes another knife on a collector full of gaps, surprised by the blow of the collector who broke through the life sperm barrier just by plundering.

The look was all over the joy of burying the Northerners.

Collapsing body.

No one knew what had happened.

Even the new king, I didn't know.

It was Igshidehaan who fell.

He cramped his body, holding the crooked knife, and lay down.

While the collector also slightly cramped his body, he took something out of his nostrils with his trembling hands, swallowed it, and watered the giant's gloves with water sperm magic for what he thought.

I washed it carefully so as to wash something away.

"Hey, what, did"

Ignoring the twinkle of Igshidehaan, who does not turn the Lu Rhythm, the possessor tries to take out the Kukri knife, and sees the Yobi.

I thought you were going to stab Todome.

Yobi didn't know what had happened, but he woke himself up from the soft snowy body he had on his back and stood up.

My body was heavy because of the fact that my magic was nearly exhausted.

But still, I wasn't willing to stop walking.

Yobi managed to get close to Igshidehaan, who fell down and lay low.

Shake your planet mace.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on, hold on."

"- Wait."

Yobi stiffens his body under overwhelming pressure.

The collector will likely be equally rigid, but with his strength he shakes it off and sees the Lord of Pressure.

He was the new king.

"You said kland or something. What did you do?"

"You're going to reveal your palm here?

The zodiac found tyranny in the new king. At this time, the rhetoric was undone.

"Hmm, I don't mind, but if we keep this up, they'll be in a riot."

Futozo looks around at the masses and the Rwandan family who were watching the duel.

One-touch instant.

Almost all the martial officers had managed to hold it down, but they had no idea what would happen.

The rudeness of the collector had been missed for this reason.

Founding that the treasurer was not a tyranny of kings, it was now also a hassle to change the language.

"What a displaced person. Forgive my disrespect. - If you reveal it, you promise there will be no riots."

"Forgive me. - I acknowledge everything except external obstruction. If I know it's not an external obstruction, I can stop the people, too. I don't want to stop it with as much force as possible. Uncover the seeds, if you can."

"Oh, you have a prediction, don't you?

"Whatever. But it's not sanity shabby"

The collector flaunts his shoulder.

"- It's poison. I put poison in my hand that takes away physical movements."

The collector used a simple poison hand. There was no regret or dust there.

For a moment in the words of the treasurer, the masses who become sins.

You coward.

The public, and the Rwandan family, are even more annoyed by such a cry.

"Quiet."

Again, the new king releases pressure.

That alone. Again, the masses quieted down.

It was an overwhelming charisma.

"I don't know what kind of poison it is, but then it will also be invaded by the poison"

"It's not lethal poison. I took the antidote in advance and even after it was over. I washed the poison away."

That's how I take off my giant gloves, withstanding the pain.

The skin was peeling, the muscles were damaged, and the blood was running dandruff.

The symptoms have been treated, but the symptoms are still faintly poisoned, so the symptoms are slow to heal.

"It's still insane."

That's what the new king said when he saw the arms of the treasurer.

- You coward.

From the corner where the Lewan family was, such a voice flew.

The collector turned his eyes to Yobi, ignoring the man who cursed without showing up.

"If you want to kill me, kill me. I don't mind if you forgive me."

Well, I'll kill you then.

The collectors thought that, with the Lewan family, it would interfere with their own survival. From now on, I couldn't wait to be chased around persistently. Therefore, he took part in the vengeance. There was no hesitation or other fine dust because they were already after my life.

When Yobi sees the new king and learns that there is no sign that the new king will stop, he shakes up the star mace on Igshidehaan's head.

"Ma, ma, ma."

The spasmodic Igshidehaan grunt never reaches Yobi though.

Neither the masses nor the Rwandan family can move.

The new king is under pressure.

And a star mace to be swung down.

But it is inhibited by life-precision physical barriers.

Igshidehaan's face is distorted by fear.

Still, Yobi waved down the planet Mace over and over again without hesitation.

And the barrier was destroyed, and Igshidehaan's head crushed lightly like a fruit.

The Rwandan family, which stood suddenly, and the noisy masses, were quiet.

Nothing. Yobi doesn't always crush his head because of his brutality. The collector also has such a hobby that when he kills, he's not chopping off his neck.

Unless he chops off his neck or crushes his head, he's in danger of recovery.

He therefore drops his neck and crushes his head in order to kill him completely.

Yobi meditated his eyes and prayed to Daro.

It's all finally over.

I owe you a lot of money, and I think I'm going to be late, but I want you to wait.

"It's not over yet. Nakrop Nokr Lewan Navar signs up for a duel with Klund"

Nubber stood up and stood before the collector and yobi.