"Welcome to my tavern!"
In the Free City, in the Vixis Tavern, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the empty tables and chairs that had become extremely bleak for some reason. The bartender who was wiping the wine glass did not seem to expect that someone would be there. When I came to visit at this time, I was surprised and put down my work. The expression on the man's face and the momentum he exuded did not make the bartender's mood as bright as the smile on his surface: "What do you need, sir?" ?”
"..."
The man who pushed in the door did not reply, but dropped a long iron box behind him on the ground. The collision between the heavy metal and the ground made a heart-stopping muffled sound, and the nearby wine-stained box was The tables and chairs were shaken so hard that they flew up. As if he sensed the unkindness of the other party's arrival, the smile on the bartender's face gradually disappeared. However, before he could summon the men in the tavern, the man dropped the sword he had taken off from his waist in front of him. On the bar: "...Cabinos, thank you."
"……Please wait."
After standing with his hands raised for a while, the bartender finally gave up the idea of taking action, threw the rag aside, turned around and walked towards the wine rack behind him. The tavern that had become empty due to the Throne War could only hear the sound of bottles and glasses clashing for a while. Even the sound of the cold wind outside the tavern seemed to be covered up by such peace, until the bartender returned again. In front of the man, the swordsman who had been silent finally had his next reaction: "...Thank you."
"The best wine from Ural Town in the Empire." The bartender smiled slightly: "Sir, you have great taste."
"I stayed in that place for a long time." The man replied in a low voice, "So I... like the smell very much."
"Sir, are you from the Empire?"
"No, just a wandering adventurer."
Looking up and looking around, the man responded to the bartender's probing indifferently: "I just moved here with an unscrupulous master recently, so..."
"Oh?" The bartender's eyes showed surprise: "Who is your master...?"
"A blacksmith."
It seemed that he had not mentioned too much about the master. The man responded casually, and then returned to his previous silence. He held the wine glass and began to sip. The drinking posture that was completely different from that in the free world was inevitable in normal times. It would attract the attention of most people, but at this time there was no audience. The vigilant bartender did not seem to want to get to the bottom of this issue. Instead, the man who was drinking was the first to ask: "Your pub seems It’s very deserted, business has been very bad recently?”
"...No, today is a special day."
The bartender looked into the other person's eyes: "Don't you know, sir?"
"..."
"It seems that sir is really a foreigner."
There was an unknown smile on his face, and the bartender pointed at the cloudy sky outside the gate: "The Lord of the City is holding a new battle for the throne, and everyone has gone to watch the excitement. After today... it will happen again Two new families will write their names on their thrones. Although this kind of thing probably has nothing to do with us little people, those adventurers have always been people who like to watch the excitement, so even though the sky outside is extremely gloomy, It’s almost falling, but they still look like they’re dying… Oh, I’m sorry.”
He picked up the wine glass he had wiped before, and then paused: "I forgot that you are also an adventurer."
"……It does not matter, I do not mind."
After raising his head and drinking the last few drops of wine, the man waved his hand to the bartender, then moved his eyes away from the depths of the clouds outside, and slowly fell on the scabbard in front of him: "That is, He said there was no chance of anything happening today..."
"What's wrong?"
"...No, it's okay."
Shaking his head slightly, the man reached out and grabbed his sword. The reflective blade then spun out a metal sword flower in front of the bar, and instantly returned to his waist: "My blacksmith shop It's diagonally across the street. You're welcome to come and visit at any time. Although my master is not good at dealing with people, but... his forging skills should be passable."
"Okay." The bartender looked at the other person's face steadily, and after a while he nodded politely: "...What's the name of your blacksmith shop?"
"Roland."
He casually put the iron box standing on the wall behind his back, and the man who had already walked to the door replied with a side face: "For the time being, we will call Roland Blacksmith. As long as you tell the others this name..."
"I guess there will be business coming to my door."
"whispering sound……"
Looking at the man pushing the door and leaving, the smile on the bartender's face gradually disappeared: "What kind of business? Is there still a blacksmith shop that can survive in the Free City? If it weren't for this is an extraordinary period..."
Muttering some sarcastic words, the bartender put away the wine glass left by the previous man, and then continued the unfinished work of wiping the wine glass while making a few specific gestures. The sound of howling wind outside the door became heavier and heavier, and the heavy clouds gathered over the city. The movements of the bartender's hands became slower and slower at some point, and his originally unruffled expression also gradually changed. As time went by, he became restless: "Just now..."
"Didn't that guy pay for the drink?"
Seemingly unable to let go of his worries, the bartender finally put down the glass in his hand, and with a hesitant look on his face, he pushed open the trap door on the side of the bar. The sound of wind in his ears became louder and louder as he walked toward the door. It became more and more obvious, as if the storm that had been predicted for several days was finally coming to him. He opened the door of his tavern, and the first thing he saw was a figure covered in blood: "Lord Vixis... no ,Oh no!"
"Are you..." the bartender squinted his eyes and looked at the other person: "from Rust?"
"Lord Rust asked me to bring news." Regardless of his injuries, the shadow half-kneeling outside the tavern door quickly said: "Someone is secretly attacking the city, and has already broken through the outer city's defense line..."
"What?" The bartender named Vixis stared wide-eyed: "Someone really dares to take action at this time? Where are their identities?"
"The identity of the enemy is still unknown. Lord Rust and Lord Jul are fighting with them..."
"His..."
Cursing hatefully, the bartender turned around and returned to his tavern. His eyes passed over a maid player who had just walked out of the private room, and then fell on the black figure that emerged from around the tavern after hearing the sound: "Someone There's trouble coming from the City of Freedom! Give me copies..."
"let's go!"
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"Kill! Kill them!"
At the same moment, in the city lord's palace in the City of Freedom, the same killing intent was spreading in the circular arena, but the way it was used was more calm than in the outside world: "Hahahaha... kill me! A living person." Don’t stay either!”
"The Talzingers win!"
A voice announcing the result then echoed around the open-air venue, suppressing the same bloodthirsty shouts from nearby spectators. The golden figure that appeared next also separated the figures of the two opponents standing and lying on each other. Come: "It's over, please stop."
"Hey, Reiner!" Talsinger, who was shouting the loudest before, stood up dissatisfied with his fists waving: "You have stopped our Prince three times! This is not fair!"
"Death is forbidden in the War of the Thrones."
The golden light around him slowly receded, revealing the heavy figure belonging to the silver and black knight Reiner's full armor: "This is the order of the Lord of the City."
"whispering sound……"
Looking at the embarrassed soldier lying opposite his thugs, Tarsinger spat angrily, and then looked at Rondall's livid face opposite him, and became cheerful again: "It doesn't matter, this is already ours. The third victory! If this is the highest level of your family, then you should give up as soon as possible! Hahahaha!"
"Please leave the arena, the next battle will begin soon."
Ignoring the man who was laughing arrogantly, Reiner, who was in charge of handling the arena, then pointed at the dying figure at his feet and made a gesture to Rondoer to take care of himself, as if to ask him to move the person away quickly. : "If you don't have the next candidate, you can choose to use the rights of the team competition, or... give up and continue fighting."
"How is it possible to give up...?"
Clenching his fists bitterly, the young representative of the Rondall family quickly stood up, took off his noble clothes, and walked towards the center of the arena: "The next contestant is me! I I will deal with this guy myself!"
Wow——
There was a new commotion in the surrounding audience as he shouted, as if they were unwilling to believe that the young swordsman chose to leave the field in person to participate in such a duel that could have unexpected events at any time. Tal Singh on the other side had already made an uncontrollable cry. He laughed arrogantly, and Duan Qing, who was sitting on the seat near the door, also slowly frowned: "...end it personally? Do they believe in that Reiner's ability so much?"
"It's not so much that I believe in Reiner's ability, but rather that I believe in his own ability." The whispers on the side responded in a low voice: "And... he should have seen something."
"oh?"
"If the Talzinger family really had a master who could fight against three... they would have beaten the Rondoer family to pieces long ago."
Secretly pointing at the figure of Prance who was standing opposite Rondo with a sword, completely unmoved, the blue-haired swordswoman explained in a low voice: "Suddenly such a number one person appears now... not Tal Singh. The family has hidden its trump card, that is, they have temporarily found a strong person to act as a thug."
"Looking at their nouveau riche faces, they would probably not be able to think of such a method of deliberately hiding people." Duan Qing nodded with some understanding: "So... this family that is against Rondoer has also learned how to hide people like ours." Got a set?"
"God knows, maybe there are people behind them who support them." Whispering voice lowered his voice by two points: "Judging from the information we have received before... it is not impossible that this person is the city lord."
"..."
His eyes gradually fell on the high seat directly in front of him. Duan Qing fell into deep thought again, but before he could see any clues from the city lord's reaction to Rondoer's personal participation in the battle, inside the arena A new battle has broken out again: "Cross——"
"Flying Slash!"
Still in the flying posture, the young swordsman took the lead and used the move that Duan Qing had seen when escorting the convoy on the opponent, and the whistling sword energy also gathered in the air. Together, they sent two cross rays of light that seemed to be able to split space in front of the opponent. The sound of exploding metal clashes then appeared in the center of the circular square, pouring out concussive ripples that could shatter the glass in all directions. Prince, who was facing the attack head-on, then showed his expressionless face. After the flash of light, he parried the big sword in front of him and flipped it up.
"Cross——"
As if he had been prepared for this, the young swordsman who was lifted into the air by the crazy air current yelled: "Meteor Stab!"
clang!
In the scene that was turned upside down by the scattered sword energy, the sword energy from Rondoer gathered into a line in mid-air, and then hit Prince's big sword hard with a sharp force. The Talsinger fighter, whose face remained unchanged, seemed to be somewhat unable to resist the power contained in this sword energy. He rolled down behind him with another metallic crunching sound, but Rondoer, who had just landed, Without hesitation, he accelerated against the ground and rushed up. The long sword in his hand once again burst out with shining light: "Cross——"
"Shiwen Sword!"
Swish——
The dazzling sword light appeared again in the dust that was kicked up, but this time there was no sound of metal collision. Amidst the commotion that surrounded him, Whispering Liushang quietly lay down in front of Duan Qing: "So Will the winner be decided soon?”
"Perhaps in our eyes, these skills of his are already very powerful sword skills." Duan Qing sighed and shook his head: "But if you use it to deal with that guy..."
"The swords in front of me are still not enough."
In the dust that gradually dispersed, the two combatants who exchanged three moves in an instant finally separated for a moment, and the panting Rondoer finally stood up from his half-kneeling position and stared at him with shocked eyes. Opponent on the other side: "Demon, Demon Swordsman?"
"……bingo."
Standing behind the big sword on the other side of the dust, the swordsman holding cyan energy finally showed his first smile since the beginning of the war, and then waved away the invisible wall that had previously blocked the opponent's sneak attack in front of him. In the air: "I want to praise you."
"You are the first one who can force me to use my true skills."
