Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 19

“Ha! The baby is fucking funny. You can’t see that the local bully bought some swords?”

With faces full of ridicule, some with faces angry that they were looked down on, they twist their weapons as they please, from daggers to swords and axes. It’s a perfectly normal reaction. No matter how incompetent they are, they are people who wear the nameplate of an adventurer. You will have your own pride.

adventurer.

Possibly inspired by a seven-colored rainbow, they wander around without direct tax payment obligations or protection from the state.

From the bottom to the third rank, most of the adventures are close to robbers with knives. The difference between a robber and a robber is whether or not he tries to abide by the laws of the country at all.

I can tell because I have listened to the guild from time to time. Most of the requests they can receive are at a level that can be covered with the number of heads and equipment.

Problems that could be solved by gathering allies or buying well-equipped equipment if one could calm down and wield the weapon properly to deliver a blow. Of course, considering the risk, it is not such a good income. Even with such a request, there are people who die. It is much safer and more profitable to work on a daily basis, such as repairing exterior walls.

So are you. If you look at those with a grade tag hanging around their neck like a dog tag, most of them are colorless iron or yellow. It is the story of the 8th and 7th grades out of 8 grades.

“Look at the sword. Did you kill a fuck?

in other words. It’s just that a runaway teenager who wandered around immaturely for a long time has evolved into a runaway adult.

He tapped Ragnis on the shoulder and sent him back a bit, answering honestly towards the guy who stood at the front and talked hard, even though he might have assumed the role of captain.

“I haven’t killed you with my sword.”

“Where’s that bastard…what? Your sword?”

“Uh. My sword.”

I don’t know how much I’m underestimating him, but he walked all the way to my range, so I didn’t even need to use a sword, I just rushed at him and kicked him in the pit of the stomach.

– Pleasant!

“Yup!”

Without a proper breastplate and only wearing leather gauntlets and greaves, the guy, who was not sure why he was so confident, sat down and gasped for breath.

“Huh? Huh?”

“How can all the bad-headed kids make the same sound out of their mouths? First of all, one stab.”

Since I went in properly, even if I can’t do it, I won’t be able to move for a minute, and my hands and feet will shake after that. Without even looking at it, I stabbed the sword straight into my thigh.

-Hook!

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

“I stabbed you, bastard! Where are you going?”

I frowned at the scream that pierced my ears more than expected and also stabbed the thigh on the other side. This will make you look crazy enough.

“Aaaaaaaaa!!”

“That, you crazy bastard! What the fuck are you doing! Kill!”

After the second scream explodes, the guys rush at it with the intended reaction.

Just looking at it, you could tell that he was just running to swing without any swordsmanship or anything. Even the sight of them running to Jung-gu Heating while boasting of their own running speed was so frustrating that I gave advice without even realizing it.

“Hey, hey! The blade is still sharp. There are plenty of blades, so don’t fight and come line up.”

“It’s this baby !!”

“Even if this bastard gives you advice?”

The one who boasted the fastest running speed lifted the sword with all his might over his head to slash.

not at all threatening Even at a cursory glance, the sword he was holding was about 70 cm long. Even if I can’t reach it because it’s swung around, I have to take two more steps.

“If it’s a one-handed sword, I’d rather stab you, bastard.”

What are you thinking of doing that to me, who is holding a long sword that is over 80 cm long? Without further ado, as soon as he took another step, I stepped forward and put a knife through my thigh.

“Kyaaaaaaaaa!!”

“All of them are just assholes. Did you spend all your money buying the patrols?”

You don’t even have to hold the sword properly. Even though two of them already had air holes in their thighs, the others bravely rushed forward without any preparation. At least the idea of throwing a weapon would be threatening, but judging by the appearance, it was clear that he would not have the slightest thought of letting go of it, since that was the only corner he believed in.

No one has ever held a longer weapon than the previous two. It wasn’t even worth thinking about anymore, so I held my long sword upside down like a javelin.

As much as this moment, this is not a sword. Belief Syringe.

“Don’t worry.

He didn’t even need to use magic. There is nothing to avoid. I just see them running, so I jump forward for about two steps in an instant, aim for the thigh, and stab it, and it hits me. Rather, fish are smarter.

“Khehehe!”

“Aaaagh!”

“Sir baaaal!”

“Mom!”

“Well, this fucking mom?! You’re guilty, this baby!

“Oh, no!

How can a mere criminal bastard find his mother when he is sick and having a hard time? Even I, sincere and innocent, have no mother to find.

Very good. It took less than 3 minutes to let go of the knife once like putting a stamp on it. I gestured to Ragnis as I listened to the cries of the bleeding babies on the floor.

“First, go to the inn. You don’t know what will happen. If you think something is going to happen, shout right away.”

“Ah Okay.”

While Ragnis hurriedly walked around them and ran away to the inn, I threw the weapons they were dropping or holding toward the inn one by one, stepping on them and throwing them away, disarming them.

Selling them all would be great. After finishing the arrangement like that, I was about to rob my embarrassing armor and pockets, but one guy started screaming loudly.

“You fucking bastard! You bastard! I’m going to kill you, fuck you!”

When someone said it, he was the first to run at me.

As I approached the side, he spat on me somehow and struggled to curse at me even though he was drooling.

“Do you know what the fuck did you do?! Do you know who we fucking hired to do this! You’re dead! I’m going to rip you limb from limb! And the whore next to you! Burn down all those fucking inns.” I will kill you!!”

“Yes? Then it can’t be helped. That shouldn’t happen, so why don’t you cut off one foot and then both arms? think.”

“Oh no! No! Hugs!”

There is nothing difficult. Before he struggled, I swung my sword and cut off his left arm neatly. As I said, I left the upper arm.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

The other guys who were lying down stare at him in contemplation as his left arm is cut off because he made a mistake with his mouth. Since he neatly cut off the arm of the guy who was lying on his stomach in a half-assed posture, he might have felt that something was seriously wrong.

It’s amazing. Since they don’t kill him right away, do they think they can escape intact? So you’re going to take revenge on the next opportunity? Was this world so merciful to them?

Even in the back alleys, people die every day, needless to say outside the city, and even murder due to duels between adventurers is common because even the state does not pay attention. It’s just that I don’t care and I don’t keep it around, in a world full of murder.

I don’t know why a guy who lives as an adventurer in such a world can make threats to kill someone in a helpless state without hesitation.

Thinking so, I kicked the guy’s body and rolled it to the side to cut off the other arm, and he started begging in an urgent voice.

“Ugh, my, please! No! Wrong! Wrong! Forgive me just once!”

“Did I introduce myself earlier?”

“Huh, eh? Yes?”

“I’m going to Eldmia.”

I held the already severed left arm with my right hand and watched the guy struggling to stop the bleeding. Only fear and anxiety remained in the eyes that were filled with all sorts of poison and anger just before. Just by looking at his face, you can tell that the madman who cut off his arms and punctured his thighs is trembling with fear because he has no idea what he’s talking about.

It’s not like I enjoy this. I am a person who normally has the sensibility of a modern earthling. It is said that he is not a psychopath who gets excited at the sight of blood or laughs at the severed parts. Cutting people and seeing blood are far from pleasant, and it is true that the cut surfaces make me sick to my stomach every time I see them. Being able to see things that should not be seen as they should be is a law that brings about an unexpectedly large sense of disparity.

I just realized that this is a world that needs something like this because of the incident I experienced in my 8th year of reincarnation.

“I have a lifelong wish. What do you think it will be?”

“Huh, black…mo, I don’t know.”

“It’s my long-cherished wish to warn bastards like you that you must never touch Eldmia Ega no matter what, and then don’t let anyone touch me.”

that’s why i don’t laugh He doesn’t even get angry unless provocation is the goal. Because I know that each and every one of those emotions is a world where you can drive yourself to death.

“Those who threaten to kill me. Those who touch the people around me to threaten me. Those who want to harm me.

I try to touch the remaining right hand with the sword, but as if believing that if I run away, it will be cut off, the guy doesn’t even move, holding back even crying. Without much thought, I wiped the blood off the guy by rubbing my sword on his shoulder.

“That’s why I’m so worried right now? If I believe you and leave my right arm and two legs, surely at least one guy who thinks I’m easy and wants revenge will come out? I think so.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Absolutely not!! I! I was talking stupid nonsense!! I was wrong! Help me!”

“When did I say I would kill you?

“Huh, uhhhh. Please. I was wrong. I won’t visit you again. Please…”

Still, if it’s not too late, perhaps because it’s from another world, you can go to the temple and pay a reasonable price to put them back together. Of course, it is infinitely cheaper than saving a horse from the danger of bodily deformity for a reasonable price. This guy should be able to attach his arms if he removes his pockets.

“What’s your friend’s name?”

“yes?”

“Are you rolling on the head? Shall we start by cutting off our ankles? Or will we change our minds when the severed arm is harpooned beyond repair?”

Even so, even if there is such a certainty. It is terrifying to see a body that does not normally grow back get cut off. So will my country.

“I am Abnam! I am Abnam, a high-ranking adventurer who lived in the village of Guld in the western region of Itthiel Kingdom and became an adventurer, Mr. Eldemia!!”

“Your posture has improved. Do you understand why I asked your name?”

save me now But if you do, I will find you and kill you.

Abnam seemed to understand that perfectly.

“I understand! I will never touch Eldmia-sama again!

“I’m glad you’re smart. Take good care of your arms. We’ll have to attach them later.”

“Go, thank you! Thank you!”

“you. Will you help him stop the bleeding?”

“I’ll help!!”

The guy who was stabbed for the second time stood up as if he had forgotten the pain in his thigh and jumped into his feet to help stop the bleeding.