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

Chapter 209 Feast [5k]

Alice kept on walking, and finally she braked firmly and stopped in front of Alan.

The first glance was towards Alan's legs as he was about to step out of the door.

He raised his eyebrows.

The corner of his mouth curled up.

Arms on chest.

"elder brother"

Alice's raised tongue sound was stuck in her mouth for a long time, but she didn't say it out loud. She just stared at Alan.

"You all lied to me! You are the Alan from the capital! The Alan from the capital is not my cousin!"

After a night and a morning, I finally realized that the identity information was wrong. The young lady who had completed the identity transformation seemed a little awkward.

Alan couldn't help but laugh, he glanced at the door of Boreas, and instantly understood what Alice was trying to do.

He tilted his head and looked at Alice, but did not respond to Alice's question.

"Your Kenshin-ryu has reached an advanced level, and you witnessed me swinging the Light Sword this morning. So..."

"How does it feel?"

Alice blinked and looked down at the scabbard on Alan's waist.

Then he very obediently lowered his arms from his chest.

"I want to swing the sword! But I don't know where to start." She immediately changed from a resentful sister to a respectful student, with some thoughts like 'Teacher is so awesome, I feel so sorry for your cultivation'.

The intuitive type's identity change is very natural.

Alan stretched out his finger and flicked away the straw sticking out from her shoulder.

"Very good, it seems that there is only one last step left."

He leaned over, lowered his eyes, placed his gaze in front of Alice's face, and looked straight at Alice.

The latter raised his fiery red eyebrows high as he looked at Alan's majestic yet kind face in front of him. His eyebrows raised and lowered above his eyes, and his expression kept flashing between awe and resentment, like changing his face. It was very cute and interesting, but his pupils kept looking at Alan.

Just don't look away!

Alan looked at Alice's expression quietly for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

"I'm going out for a while, do you want to come with me?"

Alice's eyes lit up. She had been planning to use Alice Meow's "seduction" method which always worked, but when she saw Alan actually took the initiative to invite her, she immediately became excited.

"Okay! Where do you want to take me to play, teacher?" Guangzhi changed his mind.

Alan was the person she longed to be and desired to be. No matter whether she was angry at the concealment on the surface, but actually wanted to follow Alan out to play, or whether it was the blood relationship that came into play, she subconsciously looked forward to calling him brother.

After all, in a sense, she also longed for someone to stand up for her.

But when she was treated as a monster and a vulgar girl in the aristocratic school, there was no one to stand up for her.

Is Alice really throwing punches at school without distinguishing between humans and animals?

Definitely not. It must be because she had a bad temper at first, and she chose to fight after being ridiculed after the argument. Later, she simply treated everyone equally, and was persuaded to return.

".It's not a joke."

"Ah? What are you taking me to do?"

Alan tilted his head and looked at Alice's puzzled expression, narrowing his eyes.

"kill."

"Sharpening the knife."

The spring breeze couldn't blow away the bloody taste in Alan's mouth.

As he spoke, he squatted down with his back to Alice and turned to look at her.

"Come up. If you have any questions, ask me on the way. Time is limited. I have to rush over as quickly as possible."

Alice was shocked by these four simple words, but they were filled with murderous intent. However, she had never felt any burden about killing people or people being killed in front of her. After she came to her senses, she became excited when she looked at Alan's back. This reminded her of the feeling of sitting on Sauros' shoulders. Then she jumped up in a flash and lay directly on Alan's back.

"Okay! Let's go!"

Alan stood up and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

The sound of Alice's voice pulling out a line was left on the street.

“——Okay——————Quick——————!”

[Aren't you worried that they'll run away after you go there?]

The wind hit Alan rather tactlessly, only ruffling the strands of hair on his forehead.

'In the original novel, the kidnapping took place in the afternoon, and Alice and Rudy woke up at about 12 o'clock in the evening. In this week, the dinner ended at 11 o'clock in the evening, and the kidnapping was completed at about 1-2 o'clock. They secretly found a carriage and transported it out of the city to the transit station as a hideout, which should be at sunrise.'

'Why do they need the base of Weiting? Because they need to complete the dispatch of 'resources'.'

'And most importantly'

Allen smiled.

"Didn't you see the conversation during the banquet when I told him what happened? Did he go offline to charge his phone?"

The smoke and dust rose and fell around Alan and fell into silence again.

Starting from today, the system appeared more frequently than usual, because Alan had a tendency to get out of control, which made Him anxious.

But the more it shows up, the more it talks, the more mistakes are made.

The more you explain, the more obvious it becomes.

Then
It is most appropriate to change the topic and guide the rhythm of the conversation back to the original rhythm of the joke.

Usually when saying this kind of thing, Alan, the time-traveling surfer, has the most divergent thoughts and is least able to restrain his own ideas.

[I am your system, not your wife. Why should I pay attention to what you say and do every day? ]

Alan raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at the system panel.

What came into view was a pair of red eyes.

Red hair shuttled in front of her eyes. She stared into Alan's eyes and raised her eyebrows.

The voice and the system panel were blown away.

"Kill someone, kill who?"

[Oh, you have a younger sister. So you are a bit complicated. What is your complexion?]

"Not a good person."

'I am your father.'

【.】

【6. 】

"The 'goods' came at 6 o'clock, but he hasn't woken up yet. He can really sleep. How many drugs did you give him? Glasses?"

The vulgar voice swirled in the wind and drifted over Weiting.

This is a run-down town.

It was two towns away from Roya, and it only took four hours to get there in a straight line using a slow and slow public carriage with inferior horses and broken carriages. But compared to the prosperity of Roya, this place was only slightly better than a village.

Tattered armor and rusty iron swords were thrown in the corners everywhere. There were no city walls around, and no guards patrolling the streets like Roya. The guards at the town gate were sleeping lazily against a tree, with their hats covering their faces, ignoring the adventurers who occasionally passed by. Outside the town were whole stretches of uncultivated wasteland with no crops, and the floating population was larger than the permanent population.

It is naturally suitable to be a stronghold for some underground forces.

There was a shabby warehouse not far from the edge of town, with two people at the door. A rough man in rough clothes was squatting on the ground, picking his teeth with a thin wooden stick, while a well-dressed, big-bellied nobleman was looking at the town entrance nervously, frowning when he heard the nickname "Glasses".

"I have a few extra doses. A big shot is coming to pick up some goods. If I wake up too early and get hurt, I won't be able to sell them for a good price. Although he looks like a warrior, he looks gentle and refined. He shouldn't be like some of the big shots in the capital who like people covered in scars."

"Didn't you say you wanted to pick our goods?"

"The quality of your goods is not good, they are all little devils, and they are not cleaned properly. I was wondering why Black Snake was so kind this time and didn't want money, but you used these little things to perfunctorily deal with me. If they were placed in a brothel, they would only work as bath scrubbers. You just asked me to do something for you."

"whispering sound."

The unkempt, unshaven bald man interrupted him by spitting on the ground, kicked the scattered armor at the door of the dilapidated warehouse next to him, and stood up.

The shadow covered the face of the pot-bellied nobleman. The bald man was very tall and extremely burly, giving off a strong sense of oppression. Although his clothes were tattered, the unsheathed scimitar on his waist flashed coldly in the sun, and it did not look like a cheap item.

He glanced sideways condescendingly at the big-bellied noble who immediately covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief when the other party made a move.

"Don't put on airs with me. Go tell the boss yourself. I don't want to hear your nonsense. If you weren't useful, do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you? Fat pork ticket."

As he spoke, he suddenly stepped on the discarded armor beside him, turning it into a piece of iron, grinning fiercely.

"Where's the person you're waiting for? Why hasn't he come yet? What big shot? What big shot do you know? The quality of the goods this time is pretty good. I'm sure those old men in the capital will like them very much. Oh, and the black snake boss said he doesn't want a commission. Don't be so angry with me. I'm telling you here, we'll take 20%, not a penny less, so you decide for yourself."

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.

He felt very guilty. Since Thomas' death, there have been fewer banquets in Roya. The nobles were afraid that forming cliques for personal gain would lead to a second wave of purges, so they restrained themselves a lot.

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.

诶.
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.

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.