Almost no-plan, me confronted with a threesome of chimps.

But in this case, it's already been decided what I need to do.

Yes, try to persuade them in a discussion.

Because if you could just write a proper receipt, that would solve it.

Well, if possible, I just want you to pay for bald spots and stuff.

"Oh!? What the hell?

A long-haired man with a leadership stared at me and yelled out loud to intimidate me as I angered my shoulders.

Don't shout like that, I hear you right.

"Eh, I'll check again. The receipt……. I want you to write to the bald guy sleeping there..."

Will my words make sense properly? Anxiety.

There is no guarantee that my ability to translate is highly compatible with DQN.

"Hey, is that it? Rolling there, borough rag relatives or something?

No. I still don't get it. This guy's been asking irrelevant questions ignoring me.

This is why I don't like different races of thought logic......

"No, it doesn't mean relatives... Just passing by, or rather, lodging enemies..."

I'm finally going to say it.

I have no choice. I have very little objective reason to help bald people.

Now if the person who came in to help is a beautiful girl or something, I guess I can even say one of the shitty dialogues......

Even the bald person at the time of the help, he didn't understand the situation and looked up at me with a grudge.

Long hair looked at my whole body like that casually, and then laughed as if something had struck me on the pretend.

On that look, I saw the colour of contempt.

"Oh, my God, is that you? He must be a magician from the East."

True, that's the setting.

Let's get this over with.

"Oh yeah..."

"Ha! I thought it was something because I'm wearing a robe that looks expensive, but you're such a loser scumbag!

The man spread his hands like he had won, laughing softly and saying away.

I suppose this playful big-time behavior of his probably has some appeal implications for the crowd around him.

"Run away from the war, run away from the country too, expose yourself to shame even in someone else's country like this, why do you live? Fight and die anyway! You're not in a position to stick your neck in someone else's house situation!

I was unanticipated by this man's lack of character.

Naturally, I'm not from the East of this world. So if this guy curses me like this, there's honestly no harm done to me. But if I were really someone who had escaped the war from the east, I would be sorry and sad and crying.

I wonder why these races are so easy to use words that determine people's minds.

Do you seriously think it's okay to hurt someone who's in a weaker position than you?

No one wants to be a refugee...

They all had decent lives in their original countries, many of them educated and family.

I felt unspeakably sad.

"If I know where I stand, I guess I'll just disappear. Fugitive Mage."

Seeing me bare, my long hair clearly gained momentum.

And he tried to reach for me.

I think he probably pushed me or tried to push me away.

No, maybe he was just trying to tap me on the shoulder like he made a little fool of me.

... Until this moment, I was completely oblivious.

That behind my oblique stands the elf Greek sculpture of the pure white beauty goddess who is always overprotective.

But in fact, at this time, what was more important might have been the reason, rather, "why I had lost track of her existence".

There was certainly no head turning aside from helping the irrationally hurtful bald spot.

But in fact, there were other serious reasons for this.

Everyone on this occasion never noticed, why.

... She hadn't made me feel like I existed at this time.

First of all, she always comes forward when danger looms on me, and at this time, she wasn't standing in front of me.

And as one of the three facing each other in the front, he didn't make the kind of move to be alert to Gore, who was supposed to be holding back behind me.

She wasn't behind me or anything from the start.

He killed the signs, lurked his breath, and waited.

While accurately and calmly identifying the person's threat and ensuring my safety.

Without losing the promise of "fingering” - the time to annihilate the enemy.

Megumi.

When I realized, Gore's white finger was holding the long haired arm that was about to touch me.

His right arm, gripped, is bent from a strange position and hanging without a hanging force.

Gore had broken his long haired arm.

At this moment, when I entered the city, I remembered my promise to Gore.

The only time you can attack people in the city is when I give you permission, or when the other guy's got his hands on you.

I saw the right hand of a long, sloppy, broken hair with it sticking forward.

…………

I'm really putting it out! He's putting his hands on me! Fast! It's too soon, Gore!

Really, you're just sticking out front!

This is the right time to never even admit self-defense!

You know, I totally forgot it existed, but the Gore one. Where the hell have you been??

Gore's standing right now, next to his long hair from me.

I always have a girlfriend at the start of the fight. I would never be in a position relationship like this with my diagonal front or with me coming out of my favorite fixed position behind the diagonal at normal times.

That's where I realized.

Was this guy still confused among the wild horses there...?

Long hair, not even screaming.

Gore's right palm flickered in the corner of my sight before his brain understood the pain.

Not good.

This is a knife.

With this move, Gore cuts the cervical spine of the great monkey, lightly like tofu, for each outer shell of rock around his neck.

It's a move that I've occasionally started to show since I was stubbornly targeted in the neck in a battle against the Golem in the diocese.

Definitely.

Gore is going to drop this man's neck.

No, don't let me kill you.

At this moment, I was more guided by Gore than I was by the fact that I had guided him to the body of a chimp or that I had repelled murder from reason.

If I let this guy kill me here, some definitive toothpick won't work in Gore, that's what I felt.

"Don't kill me, Gore!!!"

I screamed.

That voice, which stood out, contained more anger than I thought.

I think this was probably the first time I've ever uttered such a strong word against Gore. Until now, it was as if that was necessary. Besides, I'm aware that there's a sweet spot for this guy's slightly crude phase.

Gore's arm stopped for a moment.

The knife, which was already being released, is perfectly stationary next to the neck of the long-haired man.

One side of the man's long hair was cut off thoroughly and fell flat on his shoulder.

Exactly a piece of paper. Safe.

I lowered my chest and sighed in relief.

... but Gore waved his palm, which stopped next to his neck, back fisted as it was, down his opponent's shoulder.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

There was a blunt sound of bone crushing.

In the city of Tibala, the screaming of a deafening chimp persists.

His shoulder bones were completely crushed and his wrenched arm chimped around the ground screaming.

Ah, ahhh... no way. Couldn't stand it......

"So, you used a golem!

The two surrounding chimps changed their blood phase and pulled out their lower back swords.

No, they blew us both together with Gore's spinning kick before pulling it out completely to be exact.

My brain was no longer escaping reality, and I was standing up and watching the scene of the accident, thinking that Gore had beautiful thighs.

Ha! Not if you're blurry!

In a hurry, he sees the two chimps in a half-encrusted state by destroying the store walls.

They're both bleeding flashly and unconscious, and one has his legs crooked in a grungy and weird direction.

But he was breathing weakly.

It was still moving.

He's alive, he's alive! Yay, thank God!

Well, Gore did a good job. Here we go!

At this time, I was totally oblivious to the fact that I was kicking the two before Gore pulled out his sword without question, not really like this, etc. of the joy of survival of the victim.

But in any case, there was one action I had to take at this moment.

I pulled Gore together and held him with all my strength.

And he put Gore's head to the best of his power.

"Gore! It was like this! I can handle it properly! It's hard, yeah, people in the city have to kill! Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, good boy, good boy!

Yes, I knew it from my experience with dogs.

If you do good, praise. Besides, right on the spot, yeah.

Especially when you put up with an attack, take a bitter pill, or act against your dog's instincts, you have to praise him immediately and tell him you're happy.

I did what I did. Why the hell not? Gore, moving in his arms, eventually began to cramp small, until he weakened without heart.

Gore remembered "Taekaran".

When Gore started hanging on to me, he looked up and the chimps were starting to pull up.

Even so, about two people are almost dying unconsciously and are very unable to walk. My fellow chimps who came to the rescue are lending me their shoulders.

This is the kind of deal, so he probably staffed a few others to consolidate around the back entrance so the baldness wouldn't escape.

A long-haired chimp, slowly sweating all over his body with a terrible complexion while suppressing his crushed shoulder and broken right arm, walks down the street fluttering.

Wow. I would never move that wound. What guts.

Noticed my gaze, he shouted moaning with a painfully distorted look.

"Or you'll always regret it, golem user! I'll definitely let you drop it..."

Will they still file a lawsuit...

Not good. We're gonna lose, for sure.

Threw up the discarding dialogue, long hair out on the street with a curl.

But around a few steps forward, he fell as hard as he could.

Its body, falling on the pavement, began to cramp without force.

The man was transported in the hands of his companion, who rushed away, trying to drag him.

Well, normally, you must have fainted from severe pain. It's too much, Gore......

Nevertheless, is their injury okay?

There is healing magic in this world, and I want to believe that we can work it out.

Around the same time the chimps pulled up, the wild horses pulled away.

They all change their blood phases and scatter them as if they were running away.

The shopkeepers and others in the vicinity facing the street were in a great hurry to close the store armor.

What the hell are these guys...

All that was left was me and Gore standing in the rough store.

At his feet, he rolls a skin bag with a monkey's demon conductor nucleus. They took it off when the chimp was smashed in the shoulder with Gore's back fist.

And baldness is rolling on the floor, too.

"Hey, are you okay..."

I gave him a shout out of good intentions, but baldness is shuddering, ignoring me like that.

"Also, no more. It's over. I will be killed by them..."

You're disrespectful.

I do want to kill you for buying and beating up a demon-guided nuke without me, but I'm not such a savage.

Still, baldness sounds terrible.

My kicked face is full of blue moles, my nose is bleeding out, and I'm bleeding to see if I cut it in my mouth. Clothes are dusty and dusty.

Thin hair gets messed up, too, and I'm no longer talking about being a fallen warrior. There was a perfect fall fighter figure complete.

If I can use healing magic, I can cure it for a fee just for a little while.

I'm sorry. I belong to a religion that can only use earthly attributes.

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