The Great Swordsman Of The Fairy Tail World

"Shiraishi!"

The fat old man's face was full of worry, but he didn't dare to step forward. If he stepped forward at this time, it was recognized as resisting those people, it would only cause more trouble.

At this time, when the fat old man was in a tangle, that was when the soldiers had already started.

Shiraishi, who was about to fall into the siege, locked everyone at once, drew his sword and pulled out his scabbard.

An astonishing cold light bloomed, directly covering up all the light, and a dangerous atmosphere spread out, slightly affecting those who were about to touch Shiraishi.

"Grab him." The lead soldier yelled.

But it was too late, the assassination shot out in the blink of an eye, the sword light was straight, like a meteor falling across the eyes of everyone, the air was filled with cold, and everyone only saw a flash of cold light.

Blood splattered, and a piece of corpse was left on the ground.

"This....."

Seeing the stunned leader and Kotamo covering his wounds, he couldn't say anything at all, and he was so shocked by Shiraishi's methods that he lost the ability to think.

"Is this really that kid!?!"

The fat old man was also intimidated by Shiraishi's hand. He didn't expect that he would be able to select such a character in his blacksmith shop.

Shiraishi held the blade and looked at the sluggish leader and Kotamo.

"Perhaps, you were right when you said just now, this world is indeed supreme, so I am also qualified to kill you."

Seeing Shiraishi pull out the Dragon Slaying again, the fat old man suddenly exclaimed: "Shiraishi don't! Killing them will only cause dissatisfaction in the Kingdom of Arze!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I don't care to provoke you if you let us go."

Not to mention those ordinary soldiers, even Kotamo couldn't block this sword with magic, and he conceded defeat directly and readily, changing his previous arrogant appearance.

"I don't believe you."

"Shiraishi!!"

The fat man tried to dissuade him again just now, but Shiraishi's sword was extremely fast, and it changed continuously at the moment of the shot, unable to resist or evade. The sword pierced his throat, and as the sword was quickly pulled out, a string of blood beads fell with the wind.

The two fell into a pool of blood at the same time, and the vitality was slowly moving away. Shiraishi, who was in front of Kotamo's hand before he died, seemed to want to keep him in mind, and then pointed to him and said.

"A.... Erze.... will... take revenge for me...."

boom!

The arm fell, and the person who surrounded Shiraishi just now was completely dead at this moment, and there was no survivor. The blood slowly flowed from the corpses, and the blood permeated the air, making Shiraishi slightly uncomfortable. Although it was the first time to kill, Shiraishi didn't feel too much resistance, only a little uneasiness, but he was quickly calmed down by him. .

"It's all changed."

Shiraishi and the fat old man stood in the empty street, and there were corpses and bloodstains all over the floor. When Shiraishi turned his eyes to the blacksmith shop, those who had mocked him, their eyes had all changed, from the very beginning. Casual to slow fear.

"Looks like it's time to leave." Shiraishi would tore a piece of grey cloth from the corner of the blacksmith's shop and wrapped the dragon to hide its dazzling light.

Originally planned to leave after kendo practiced to Jianhao, or maybe things are changing, Shiraishi is not afraid, but if he really stays, it will only bring more trouble to the blacksmith shop, so Shiraishi still chooses to open both. .

At the corner of the street, Uncle Lore ran over with a cart pushing a pile of pig iron. He saw corpses all over the floor, and the corpses were wearing armor. There are so many corpses outside, and Shiraishi, what's wrong with you, why do you feel weird?"

Shiraishi smiled at Uncle Lore: "Uncle Lore, I think I might have to leave here temporarily."

"leave here??!"

After hearing Shiraishi's words, Nuo was also stunned, not knowing what Shiraishi was talking about.

Uncle Lore is anxious: "What happened here, why did you leave?"

"Okay, Lore, don't get too excited, Shiraishi is just being forced."

The fat old man interrupted Uncle Lore's inquiry, briefly summed up the world that had just happened and told Uncle Lore that Uncle Lore was a little surprised when he heard Shiraishi beheading soldiers, but more because of Kotamo's shamelessness Get pissed.

"Shiraishi, you should leave as soon as possible. After all, the army of Azer Kingdom is stationed in Tagsk, and if you don't leave quickly, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."

The Kingdom of Azel is second only to the Kingdom of Dragunov in the status and national strength of the human race. Although it is not guarded by the dragon race, a large number of mages are tempted to stay in the country through its powerful national strength and treatment, while Tagus Kecheng is attached to the kingdom of Azer.

And just now Kotamo was a member of the top of the kingdom, and if something like the death of a magus happened, Tagusk would definitely be investigated, absolutely unavoidable. After all, there is only one sorcerer in ten thousand people, and the number of sorcerers determines the strength of the kingdom.

"Is there no other way!"

Uncle Lore, who has lost his relatives in the past two years, has long regarded Shiraishi as his child. Now Shiraishi says he will leave when he leaves, which makes him unacceptable.

"It's okay, Uncle Lore, I'm not that kid anymore."

In the end, Shiraishi was indeed a little reluctant. After all, this was the ground where he lived for two years after he came to this world. The familiar thatched hut, the scorching stove, and the iron hammer were all things he had long been accustomed to.

At this time, Uncle Lore noticed that Shiraishi had indeed changed a lot in the past two years. The child who used to be so obvious that he could not even reach his shoulders can now look at himself, and all this is due to Shiraishi's continuous practice. .

"take care of yourself."

Since the facts could not be changed, Uncle Lore didn't say anything, patted Shiraishi on the shoulder and handed him a money bag.

"Use it on the road."

"Um"

Shiraishi didn't refuse, and stretched out his hand to take it from Uncle Lore, because if he didn't take it away, Uncle Lore would probably be more worried about him. In addition, Shiraishi's own salary was either to buy iron-making materials or to spend on intelligence. No money was saved.

"Remember, if the brat wants to survive in this world while avoiding Azel's army, I suggest you hide in the Kingdom of Dragunov."

Shiraishi understood the meaning of the fat man in an instant. In the face of a country stronger than Azer, the people of Azer Kingdom did not dare to intervene, otherwise it would be difficult for them to explain to the Kingdom of Dragunov, for such a small character, it's not worth it at all.

"I wrote it down."

After Shiraishi nodded in response, the fat old man stopped talking. Sometimes talking to smart people is enough. After finishing everything, Shiraishi left Tagsk with some changed clothes and Zhanlong on his back.

The moment he stepped out of Tagsk, Shiraishi took one last look and set off on his way to the country of Dragunov. *