What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

"Waaaaah! Help!"

As the group followed the trail of footprints, a cry suddenly pierced through the dense forest and reached their ears. The voice belonged to an elderly person.

"East." Kiaran's ears twitched; she knew roughly where the other party was just by listening for a moment.

"Shall we go?" But instead of acting immediately, she chose to ask the other two.

House and Omia could roughly understand the situation: a group of adventurers expelled from the Kingdom of Oreg were working...

Meanwhile, the other group of strangers may be in imminent danger, or they may already be dead.

"Judging from the footprints, there aren't many of them, maybe seven or eight... It might take some effort to deal with them."

Kiarlan didn't finish her sentence, but both of them understood what she meant:

Should we meddle in this matter and lend a helping hand this time?

Swish!

Two rows of withered leaves were instantly swept away, and after a brief hesitation, House immediately set off:

"Dayarlan! We can't just stand by and watch someone die! Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda!"

After listening, Kiaran unusually refrained from blaming him. Then, with a nimble leap, she scaled a nearby giant tree, and with a powerful push from her legs, she sprang forward. Her afterimage flashed left and right among the tree trunks, with House hot on her heels. Poor Miss Omia, in this situation, she had no way to run fast and could only pant and struggle to keep up.

However, House and Chiarand certainly couldn't wait for her like usual, otherwise they'd probably be dead by the time they got there.

However, this act of kindness was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; Kiarland and House were actually thinking the same thing.

This is a chance to make money.

Regardless of who the group of people in danger are, if you save them, you should be able to earn some reward. Even if you arrive too late and fail to save them, you can still physically exorcise those adventurers and get double the money.

What? You mean what if the other person doesn't pay you after you save them?

Haha, well, sorry about that, then your Uncle House is going to become a new adventurer.

Click—!

Suddenly, a deep crater appeared in the tree trunk. Kiaran abruptly braked, covering her brow with one hand and gazing ahead, saying, "I see it...it's a caravan, a caravan with several wagons. They've been robbed."

squeak-!!

House slammed on the brakes: "The caravan? Anyone dead?"

"Not yet, there hasn't been a fight... Should we observe for a while?"

"..." "..."

The two exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously. Then, Chiaran began to climb a little higher up the tree trunk, while House crouched down and used the giant trees as cover to slowly approach the scene of the incident.

About 100 meters away in an open space, four commercial vehicles that were driving in a row were forcibly stopped.

The guy in the lead was wearing a ranger's hood, had a one-handed sword hanging at his waist, and looked to be no more than thirty years old. He had a scruffy beard, so he probably didn't pay much attention to personal hygiene.

Besides him, there were many other people gathered around him, including warriors, mages, and assassins... They were responsible for all sorts of things. House had never met such serious adventurers in this world before. The idiots who were killed by his Lion Slash and Lion Slash last time looked like a bunch of thugs, not real adventurers.

But this time, these guys look much more familiar, with leather jackets embroidered with patterns, weapons with strong personal trademarks, green capes and iron shoulder armor... It really fits the stereotypical Western fantasy world view of clothing.

"Hey, old man, I won't say it a third time. Just hand over your valuables and we'll let you go. Why make things unpleasant for yourself and everyone else?"

Kneeling at the feet of the leader of this "adventure team" was an old man whose face was bruised and swollen from being beaten. He had a very eye-catching mustache on his philtrum and wore a red and white checkered cotton headscarf. His skin was brownish.

This outfit made House feel that he looked exactly like the mysterious spice vendor he had in mind on the streets of India...

The next second he looked back at the direction of the carriage. There seemed to be many underage children inside. He gritted his teeth anxiously and knelt down in front of the adventurer team with a thud:

"Waaaah... Sir! Sir! I beg you three—Pfft!" The old man cried and tried to rush up and hug a leg, but the leader massaged the top of his head hard with his leather boot.

"Waaaaah...waaaah..."

The old man, clutching the blood from his nose, pleaded, "Sir... I'm begging you! If you take that thing, I'll be killed! We'll all be killed! That thing is really worthless!"

The leading swordsman spat, seemingly disdainful of what he had said.

Then he turned his neck, squatted down with a helpless and disgusted expression, gripped the old man's afro tightly with his five fingers, and warned sternly:

"Uncle... I'm really tired of saying this. If that thing isn't worth anything, why can't we brothers just take a look?"

With a clang, he drew his sword from his waist, its cold gleam reflecting on both of their faces, revealing completely different expressions.

"Slurp~"

The man licked the tip of his knife in a perverted manner: "You don't want me to cut you into pieces and throw you into the sea to feed the bluefish, do you? Stop fucking dawdling. It's your choice: die or take that thing out."

The old man's pupils dilated in terror: "I...I...Sir, sir, I..."

"three!"

The man's mouth suddenly snarled, and his foul-smelling saliva sprayed all over the old man's face: "Idiot!"

House's expression finally changed; his eyebrows furrowed, and it seemed that hiding any longer was no longer a realistic option.

He counted the enemies; there were eight in total.

This was his first time fighting against formal adventurers, so he was inevitably under some pressure...

"yi——"

But just as the man raised his knife and was about to strike...

Tap tap tap tap tap!

A series of hurried footsteps came from the side, drawing the attention of the adventurers. Suddenly, a woman with a lithe figure darted out from the side.

"Pfft! Aha... Aha... Finally, finally made it... I'm exhausted..."

She was panting heavily, her hands on her knees wiping away sweat. "Mr. House...you two—wait!? What...what's going on?!"

The leading knight was dumbfounded. Where did this woman, whose face was comparable to that of a princess, suddenly come from?

But after staring at the other person's body for a while, his gaze instantly turned lewd. He licked his lips obscenely: "Oh my... I never expected this unexpected bonus—"

"Obtained...?"

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh.

In his final moments, the nameless squad leader suddenly heard a loud whooshing sound, as if something was falling from the sky.

He instinctively looked up and saw one of the most beautiful sights of his life.

—Under the skirt of a beautiful girl.

However, the only drawback is...

"Tsk, why are there safety shorts?"

Boom!

A gust of air exploded through the crowd! Where Kiaran landed, a cloud of dirt rose as high as a person. The leading ranger wanted to shout "Enemy attack!" but the pain of his broken right arm only allowed him to let out a series of meaningless screams.

His arm was easily broken by Kiaran using a joint lock... Just kidding, it can actually be broken easily without a joint lock.

Once his arm was rendered useless, the sword in his hand also became useless. The well-forged steel sword slipped from his grasp and fell downwards, about to land on the dirty ground.

Fortunately, our kind and gentle Miss Chiarand helped the ranger retrieve the sword, and then promptly stabbed it into his own head.

puff!

"The first one."

Without the slightest pause, Kiaran pulled the sword from the opponent's temple, his eyes sharp as a hawk, and in a flash, he slashed at the next enemy!

"—The second one."