Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

After saying that, he kicked the iron sheet away, squinted his eyes and plowed the big-bellied noble from head to toe. He turned around with a grim smile and walked towards the guard post in the distance.

The big-bellied nobleman looked at the iron sheet on the ground with an unpleasant expression, took off his monocle and wiped it with his hand, using this action to hide his uneasiness.

Except for Black Snake, the other new members of this group of thieves are strangers. They are very rude and unreasonable, and simply cannot understand what people say.

Black Snake, the leader of this gang of thieves, was quite respectful to him, and his tone was still a little flattering as usual.

But

Everyone except Black Snake was not friendly to him and repeatedly used such rude behavior to intimidate him.

If that's the case, he has nothing to panic about.

The problem was that Black Snake had no intention of stopping them at all.

There is a hidden meaning in this.

It made him feel very guilty.

Since Thomas' death, there have been fewer banquets in Roya. The nobles are afraid that forming cliques for personal gain will lead to a second wave of purges, so they have become much more restrained.

As a result, he didn't save much good stuff in the town in the past year. Fortunately, the lord took advantage of the tenth birthday of the hot-tempered eldest lady to hold a large-scale banquet involving the entire Royal nobility, which was quite like a general amnesty.

This gave him another chance to gather these poor and destitute noble girls and give them a chance to be reborn.

It's just a pity that there is no extra money to hire guards.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the town gate with a somewhat sad expression. The burly bald man was already chatting and smiling with the guard.

Behind them, no carriages of any 'big shots' arrived outside the town.

Eh.

He came out and stayed at the door of the warehouse because he was anxious about why the man hadn't come yet, and the looks from those rude thieves in the outer hall of the warehouse were so rude that he felt a little breathless.

In the end, he was followed by someone and continued to intimidate him.

Twenty percent is too much.

No, I have to talk to Black Snake again.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally took a deep breath, his fat face trembling, and put on his monocle.

Close your eyes.

Open your eyes again.

He was another polite, well-mannered, aristocratic 'master'.

He took out a handkerchief and used it to pad the rusty door handle.

Opened the door and walked in.

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Entrance to Whiting, under the tree.

The bald, burly man was 'struggling' with the guard.

"You're so polite. What's wrong with giving you one? Even though it looks small, it's no big deal to use it to wash clothes and cook, right?"

"You must be joking. We security guards have a hard time supporting ourselves."

When the thief heard this, he grinned, put his arm around the guard's neck, laughed, and used his body to cover himself to throw a dozen copper coins into the guard's hand.

"Have some wine, don't be disgusted. You know we don't have much money, we only have the goods. What a pity. Brother, you don't want the goods. Don't look at their dirty appearance. There are people in the capital who like them. When the market is good, you can sell them for a gold coin. Otherwise, you can quit your job as a guard and join us."

The guard's hat was tilted on his forehead. He clenched the money in his hand and pursed his lips.

"What are you saying? I have been friends with Black Snake Boss for so many years. If I run away with you, who will help you keep an eye on the movements of the big shots around Weiting?"

As he was halfway through his words, a gust of wind blew sand from the wasteland on the side of the road into his eyes.

The guard blinked and looked outside the town entrance, and beside him, the bald thief raised his eyebrows and turned to look in the direction he was looking.

In the wind and sand, two figures, one big and one small, walked towards this side.

The tall one was a young man with sharp eyebrows and eyes, who looked quite "noble" even in the swordsman's uniform. He stretched out his hand and twisted his neck, as if his neck had been hung on some strong iron hoop all the way and he looked very tired. He was trying to clear his muscles and bones, and looked at the side with helplessness on his face.

The guard couldn't help but follow his gaze down.

But he was stunned.

The short one turned out to be a red-haired noble girl who was looking around with a curious look on her face. Her face was so white that it was dazzling in the sunlight. Even though the guards didn't have much experience, they could still tell at a glance that her leather boots and clothes were very exquisite.

A true aristocrat.

As soon as I mentioned the big shot, the big shot came.

He subconsciously broke free from the arms of the thief next to him and stood straight with his back straight.

In just a few moments, the two of them had arrived in front of them.

The young man rubbed his neck, looked around, and raised his eyebrows to look at the guard.

"Whiting?"

The guard subconsciously used honorifics.

"Yes! My lord!"

Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a clicking sound and looked to his side in surprise.

The bald thief was looking the noble girl up and down with a fiery gaze, and the latter was also looking straight at him with her eyebrows raised high.

He swallowed subconsciously, feeling something was not right.

next moment.

The thief spoke, and his voice was so loud that it scared him and made him jump on the spot.

"Good stuff! Top quality! High quality! Damn!"

The guard turned his head suddenly and saw the bald thief looking up and down at the noble girl in amazement. Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man beside her who raised his eyebrows. His eyes swept across the scabbard at his waist and he sneered.

"That's you! Why are you nobles always acting so pretentiously? That guy with a big belly and glasses, can you swing a knife? Damn, why didn't you bring a carriage? But you are sincere! You can also bring a high-quality product, but... If you exchange this, you can only get 10 little guys at most, more than..."

However, the conversation was interrupted by the young man who suddenly raised his arm. He pointed at the abandoned warehouse not far away and spoke.

"there?"

The burly bald man frowned upon hearing this, as if he was not happy that this so-called 'big shot' had interrupted him, but he still glanced at the abandoned warehouse in the direction of his finger.

"Yes, the glasses are also inside. I'll take you there later."

The words are not finished yet.

The young man turned his eyes to him.

"Repeat that."

"?"

The burly man was stunned. "What? You didn't hear what I said?"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud girl's voice, "Don't blink! Don't be afraid! Just look at the knife, not the body!"

He was stunned, his intuition of danger as a superior of Beishenliu exploded in his mind as the girl's murderous words "corpse" exploded in his mind, and the fragment of memory that just passed through his sight suddenly emerged in his mind.

That was the young man's outstretched finger, under which

It's a thick layer of cocoons.

He turned around in astonishment and looked at the young man beside him!

In the sight, the young man with sharp eyebrows and eyes had withdrawn his hand without knowing when. The arm that was originally pointing to the abandoned warehouse in the distance was now in front of him, stretched out, and the fingertips pointed directly at his waist and abdomen.

It's your own knife handle.

It was as if reminding myself that it was time to draw my sword.

The bald thief's pupils suddenly contracted, and he reached out to touch the hilt of the knife at his waist!

The next moment, the familiar gripping feedback did not reach his palm.

replaced by.

It feels a bit cold.

It's like holding the wind.

The wind kept moving upwards, very fast.

But very gentle.

Stroke his wrist, knead his arm, press his joints, and relax his arm.

At the same time, in the sight, the young man who was a head shorter than himself and looked very 'weak' was also raising his arm, and his finger landed exactly where the wind was coming from, just like...

He was commanding the wind.

At this moment, the bald thief seemed to realize something and looked down at his arm.

But in a split second, in the dynamic vision of the excellent swordsman, he saw a 'feast'.

Fist-sized slices of thin meat were flying in the air beside his legs.

Bloody.

White and dense.

Neatly.

Piece by piece.

Layer by layer.

Connected in a string.

Connect, fall.

For a moment, he actually saw his entire arm neatly laid on the ground.

complete.

Lifelike.

It seems there is no damage at all.