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

Chapter 211 [Persuasion]

“Not authentic.”

"Let's divide it equally."

The thieves were stunned for a moment, then quickly drew their swords.

He looked into the bloody hole in the door.

The bald thief tilted his head and looked at these little brothers, as if he didn't quite understand how a group of intermediate swordsmen dared to draw their swords against him?

He tilted his head in confusion.

With a thud, he fell headfirst to the ground. Circles of blood spread out along the floor, washing the dirty floor of the dilapidated warehouse.

Alan's figure emerged behind him, and his voice spread into the warehouse.

“And I don’t remember.”

"I said I was somebody."

The door was pushed open completely, and he stepped into the room, stepping on corpses and blood.

The scorching sun at noon cast a halo around his body and his smile was brilliant.

It's actually quite contagious.

"That's no nonsense."

The four thieves were all stunned. They looked at Alan who seemed to have no aggressiveness at all, and then looked at the bald thief leader who was lying on the ground at the door.

Fear, anger, inexplicability, absurdity, all kinds of emotions rushed into their minds in an instant, making them doubt whether they were dreaming.

In this moment of disconnection, they all fell silent.

Pi Yanzi was not stunned. His reaction was completely opposite to that of the thief. The moment he saw Alan's face clearly, he first quickly glanced at the miserable corpse on the ground. Not only did he not feel the slightest bit of fear, but he felt an inexplicable pleasure in killing people to vent his anger.

Then he immediately looked up at Alan!

This scene reminded him of Alan's other identity - Boreas's 'guest', a gifted swordsman. With ecstasy on his face, he shook off the black snake's hand, not caring whether the blood on the ground was dirty, and ran to Alan in a few steps on the blood, grabbing his hand, but his lips were trembling so much that he couldn't speak.

What a fucking twist! So exciting! My 'partner' is finally here! I don't have to be threatened by these rude and disrespectful scum anymore!
Good kill! Killing to establish authority! Good kill, you!

At this moment, along with his actions, the sense of opposition of the 'camp' immediately freed the thieves from the sense of separation, and they all raised their knives and cursed.

Although they shouted, they all took a step back, trying to protect their teammates in front of them - why is the corpse on the ground the leader? Because he is extremely powerful, why are they the younger brothers? Because there is not even a senior swordsman among them. Then the problem is, the leaders are dead.

Who goes first?
Never mind, I’ll just curse a few words first to boost my courage!
"You bastard!" "This is how you do business!" "Do you know Night Lion?!" "Son of a bitch!"

"Shhh."

A short hiss, very soft and not loud.

But the moment it sounded, it extinguished the noise.

Alan didn't even look at the four thieves who had returned to silence. He swung the index finger that was raised in front of his lips to the side, as if to shake off some residue remaining on it. With his other hand, he raised the hand holding the knife from his waist and slapped it on Pi Yanzi's face.

"Don't be afraid. I came here with sincerity and said I would split it equally."

“That’s an even split.”

Then, in the latter's somewhat confused and stunned expression, he took a step, one step at a time, stepping on the blood, and walked forward.

The fingers slid across his face, leaving five bloody marks.

At the same time, the index finger that was stretched out in a silencing gesture turned over and straightened, and as the arm turned, it pointed to the thieves who were standing still and in a daze beside him.

The sunlight that came through the iron-barred window fell on his fingers, and was made hazy and dim by the trembling air, casting a stream of light.

The conversation never stops.

"Did you see it clearly this time?"

Pi Yanzi was a little confused. He glanced at the thieves opposite him who had suddenly stopped moving. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a loud and clear voice.

"I didn't see it clearly, but I 'felt' it!!"

Pi Yanzi looked towards the door in astonishment, his pupils constricted.

The center of last night's banquet, the eldest daughter of the Boreas family, was standing outside the door. She was seen with her arms folded across her chest, basking in the sunlight outside the warehouse, and had not stepped into the filthy lake of blood flowing inside the warehouse.

"The mark of a high-level swordsman is the ability to release fighting spirit and wrap it around the blade. You can do it now. You have also seen the sword power of the Sword God Style. Next, it is time to make a choice."

Alan walked towards Black Snake's position while talking to Alice behind him. The latter's expression had been changing repeatedly between horror, trust, disbelief, distrust, and fear since Alan stepped into the room.

There was even a hint of confusion.

Alan took a step forward.

He took a step back.

The gentle voice still floated in the air, spoken quickly but clearly.

"The differences between the various schools are reflected in the characteristics of the use of fighting spirit, which does not mean that you have to stick to one path after making a choice. Therefore, many masters often have achievements in multiple schools. This is because they are skilled and excellent enough in the use of their fighting spirit to support themselves in choosing the school skills that suit their fighting style. For example, Gileno will use the Four-legged Form of the Northern God School, which is the natural sensitivity of the orcs. Now, you haven't learned any mysteries and school skills yet. I will first tell you the direction of fighting spirit use so that you can have a choice."

"Sword God Style - mainly focuses on body stability and explosive power, and concentrates the fighting spirit on the speed and power of the swing, so as to swing the sword faster and stronger."

"Water God Style - mainly focuses on the body's reaction ability, attaching the fighting spirit to the surface of the body like liquid, so as to achieve many defensive and counterattack uses."

"Northern God Style Qiba School - Evenly distribute to stability, explosive power, and reaction ability, seek a comprehensive balance of capabilities to achieve the goal of continuous combat and flexible response."

"But you can't chew too much. What you need to do now is to choose a 'starting' direction, dig deep in this direction first, and then consider other things."

As soon as the words fell, Alice answered immediately!
"I choose your kind, brother!"

Alan smiled, his face somewhat helpless. Alice's meaning was very clear. The direction in which Alan was using his fighting spirit was very reasonable. It also conformed to Alice's personal aesthetic and was suitable for her talent.

"Okay. That is - the Sword God Style that sacrifices some power to achieve the ultimate slashing speed."

"Yeah!" Alice nodded heavily.

At this moment, with a bang, the table in the outer hall of the warehouse was knocked left and right, and Black Snake staggered in front of the table for a moment. While the two were talking, Black Snake had been forced into a desperate situation with no way to retreat.

He glanced behind him in panic and then turned around.

Alan was already close.

He came closer and squinted at the black snake.

"What I just said was not to guide you, do you understand?"

In the eyes of the black snake, Allen's expression was full of "bewitching" power. When did it start? Ever since the vulture's body was thrown in, the moment he saw Allen appear, his mind fluctuated violently. When the other party's first words sounded, he fell into this strange state.

All kinds of emotions were stirred up by Allen's words, floating in his mind like white mist, making him feel as if...
It's hazy like a dream.

In the mist, the 'seduction' continues.

"I'm talking about the advanced techniques for senior swordsmen to control the release of their fighting spirit. Your steps are unsteady, your breathing is uneven, your heartbeat is at the mercy of your emotions, and your control over your body is extremely poor."

"I can see clearly that you are only an intermediate swordsman. It seems that the Water God Style that I am best at is still the Water God Style. If this is placed in the Water God Style main dojo."

"You have to call me Chief."

"With your current level, you are only better at information analysis, not combat. The bald guy on the ground looks like a Beishenliu swordsman with a solid foundation. A combination of one literary and one martial?"

“Very reasonable but”

Alan smiled and gently leaned close to Black Snake's face, as if whispering to two acquaintances.

"he died."

"What about you?"

With a click, sweat dripped from Black Snake's forehead and cheeks to the ground. Black Snake's hair was already wet with sweat before he knew it. He opened his mouth and didn't know what he wanted to say. He turned to look at Alan.

But he saw that the other person was already looking at him.

Their eyes met, less than five centimeters apart.

Very oppressive.

Black Snake was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Alan's words piercing his mind.

Give suggestions.

Very straightforward.

With the magic of 'persuasion'.

"It's very simple." As he spoke, Alan took a step back, turned sideways, and extended his hand in an inviting manner.

Wherever your palm is pointing.

The door of the warehouse.

"Run."

As soon as the words entered Black Snake's ears, he immediately moved! Unable to control himself, he took a step and ran!
His steps became faster and faster, and his body became more and more unsteady.

He passed by four silent fellow thieves and stumbled across the floor.

Shake the ground.

The corpses seemed to be inspired by him and lowered their bodies one by one.

Alan had just stepped forward and had already swung out two swords.

A knife cut through their foreheads to persuade them to remain silent.

Another knife swept across their waists, making them fulfill their promise to divide the profits equally.

There was a mixture of hurried footsteps and the sound of liquid flowing, as bodies fell to the ground one after another, piled up in a twisted and crooked manner.

Suddenly, Black Snake was tripped by something and fell heavily to the ground. He turned his head in shock, but what he saw was the cross-section of his companion's skull.

His face twitched and he finally couldn't stand the oppression anymore. He broke down emotionally, climbed up and opened his mouth to roar at Alice who was standing at the door and watching him quietly!

"Get away, you bitch! Get away, you stinky bitch!"

Alice tilted her head and looked at him. Her expression was somewhat similar to Alan's. She looked calm and not annoyed at all. She completely ignored the corpses on the ground.

All that was in sight was the black snake's neck.

The next moment, she stepped aside.

The black snake just happened to slip past her.

Alice stopped looking at him, holding the Vulture's scimitar, and walked through the sea of ​​blood and corpses. She came in front of Allen and looked at her brother.

"I've chosen!"

Allen smiled.

"Don't you want to see the results?"

Alice didn't turn her head, just stared at Alan's gray-black eyes.

"Only look at the knife's power, not the body!"

Alan raised his clean hand and gently touched Alice's head, then squatted down and looked into her eyes.

"Very good, Alice."

His eyes were bright as he looked at Alice.

"Congratulations, you have become a high-level swordsman of the Sword God Style."

"Is it easy?"

Alice's mouth corners curled up, her expression was lively, and her eyes were as hot as flames.

"Simple!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Allen withdrew his hand, moved it away from the young lady's head, passed it across her face, and guided her gaze.

It landed in front of the two of them. "Remember, Alice."

Hold your hand upright, with your palm facing the sky. "Hold the sword heart, and your mind will be clear."

Turn your hands over, palms facing the ground. "I think, I do, I get."

Alice was stunned for a moment, then looked at Alan's face again.

In the fiery red eyes.

My brother’s smile is hotter than the sun.

"Sword God Style."

"Easy as a piece of cake."

inside the door.

A sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Pi Yanzi fainted in a pool of blood.

Outside.

Death bathes in sunlight.

The black snake was beheaded with one blow.

Alice has already swung out the silent sword.

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The follow-up things are very simple.

Even though the outer hall of the abandoned warehouse was a bloodbath, when Alan opened the door to the inner hall of the warehouse and saw the scene inside, even though he killed people without blinking an eye, he just wanted to close his eyes and cover his face.

He had expected this before he opened the door, but he still didn't see it at this moment.

Alice beside him was stunned.

As far as the eye can see.

In the dusty and dirty warehouse, there is a "charming" atmosphere that is completely different from the surroundings.

——Rudy was lying on the ground, his legs spread out, his pants half taken off, his left hand around the waist of a girl in a red long skirt, and his right hand around the legs of another girl in a green floral short skirt.

There were several pieces of burnt rope under his body, and it seemed that he had unconsciously untied them with his burning hands in his sleep.

Maybe it was because Rudy hadn't slept for two days and one night before tonight, so his sleeping face looked particularly peaceful, with a smile on his face, his hands occasionally grasping each other, and even in his sleep, the corners of his mouth were still raised.

She had no idea that she was almost sold to the capital to be a plaything for a nobleman.

Although he would have no problem escaping from the predicament or even killing all the thieves with his abilities after waking up, at this moment, he could only hug his left and right arms while sleeping soundly.

Very 'comfortable'.

As for the remaining two abducted noble girls, one was still unconscious due to an overdose of drugs, while the other one had woken up, but seemed unable to control her body due to the aftereffects of the drugs.

——It just happened to be the girl in the short skirt with colorful floral patterns who had an argument with Sylphy that night.

Her hands were tied behind her back, but the moment she saw the door open, she still tried her best to shake her body left and right to try to move backwards.

Then, after seeing the person's face clearly, he was stunned.

It only took two seconds for tears to form in his eyes, and seeing Alan's eyes filled with tears was like seeing a god.

then
Even though his body was paralyzed, he still kicked his legs hard, trying to kick away Rudy's hand that was around his leg.

This scene of everyone looking at each other in different ways occupied Alan's control for ten seconds, and he didn't know where to start for a moment.

Should I untie the only awake girl in the floral dress first and let her get up?
But if that happens, will the opponent shamelessly kick Rudy to wake him up and make a cut at the speed of light?

So should we just shake Rudy and let him pull up his pants first? Stop showing his dick to the air?
But if this happens, will Rudy be socially dead?

Or, could you please be so kind as to help Rudy put on his pants first before asking him to get up?
But in this case, if you haven't put on your pants yet.
Rudy wakes up.

Wouldn't it be impossible for me to clear myself?

For a moment, Alan was in a dilemma.

　The Luoya chapter begins with "kidnapping" and ends with "kidnapping".

　　Tomorrow we will wrap up the story, end Roja, and officially enter the Royal Capital chapter. (Referring to the plot, the map cannot be changed with just a few lines of text)
　　There will be no misleading titles such as "Adolescence Period - Home Education Period" in the later part. I originally wanted to lay a hidden clue and deceive the timeline, but it ended up leading everyone to want to raise the child until the big transfer before looking at the conflict, which was beyond my expectation.

　　Allen's tutoring period (peaceful development period).

　　ended.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)